yards from the truck when Calvin motioned for them to stop and crouch down while he pointed through a pair of trees to indicate that he saw something ahead. Garrett and Miranda froze in their tracks and dropped to one knee while Garrett instinctively swiveled his body around to cover the area behind them in case something was trying to retrace their steps.
They could hear them before they saw them. The sound of feet smacking the pavement signifying the approach of a dozen or more individuals. The three of them watched silently as one after another a column of zombies sprinted past along the road following the path they had taken not long before in the truck. They paid no attention at all to the tree line as they ran past, a mask of pure concentration on each of their faces showing their utter focus in catching up with the truck and the tasty treats they knew that had been inside. Each of them held their breath and remained as still as a statues as they watched the parade of decomposing flesh eaters trample past. After the last of them moved out of sight Garrett waited for a full minute before moving first. Easing closer to the road he dropped to his belly and crawled to a spot next to a thick tree where he could see both ways down the road. The last three zombies were just reaching the bend in the road where they would disappear from view as they came approached his truck. In the opposite direction he noticed two more figures still approaching but coming on much slower. One of them appeared to have a leg injury while the other was bent forward at the waist showing signs of some type of possible back problem. From the distance he was viewing them he couldn't be sure but he thought that the one bent at the waist looked like it may have been a very old man before falling victim to the virus. He thought it possible that the man had been confined to a wheelchair before his reanimation. It was ironic that the pitiful soul had to reach the grave and beyond to once again regain the use of his legs. The sight was sad and sickening at the same time, Garrett didn't see much of a threat from either of the stragglers as long as they continued on quietly the trees would mask their passing. The only danger would be if the two crippled zombies were to detect them and call out to the others, they were clearly incapable of running them down on their own.
Garrett crawled back to Calvin and Miranda and signaled for them to proceed but to do so with continued stealth. In a few minutes they were safely past the two cripples and felt comfortable picking up their pace until they finally reached the edge of the trees in the back of the two houses they were interested in raiding.
"What do you think?" Calvin asked after they had scoped out both yards and found them free of undead.
"I don't see anything, let’s scoot over to the back door on this one first." Garrett said indicating the closer of the two homes. The back door was a sliding glass entry that they should be able to easily force open with only the slightest noise if it wasn't already unlocked.
Garrett had just started to rise and move forward when Miranda grabbed his elbow and jerked him back down to his knee.
"What the hell?" He stammered.
"Wait. Look over there. What is t hat?" She replied pointing to the back of a house across the street and on the opposite street from the one they had scouted.
Both men stared intently at the spot she had indicated and saw what had caught her attention. The house was on an angle to the street with the driveway following a curve up to the garage. Following the end of the driveway up to the backyard with their eyes they could just see one side of what looked like a wooden utility shed tucked into the backyard. Between the shed and a flower covered strip of fencing there was something moving back and forth from the shadows alongside the shed out just a step or two into the yard and then back again. They couldn't make out the details but it was
They could hear them before they saw them. The sound of feet smacking the pavement signifying the approach of a dozen or more individuals. The three of them watched silently as one after another a column of zombies sprinted past along the road following the path they had taken not long before in the truck. They paid no attention at all to the tree line as they ran past, a mask of pure concentration on each of their faces showing their utter focus in catching up with the truck and the tasty treats they knew that had been inside. Each of them held their breath and remained as still as a statues as they watched the parade of decomposing flesh eaters trample past. After the last of them moved out of sight Garrett waited for a full minute before moving first. Easing closer to the road he dropped to his belly and crawled to a spot next to a thick tree where he could see both ways down the road. The last three zombies were just reaching the bend in the road where they would disappear from view as they came approached his truck. In the opposite direction he noticed two more figures still approaching but coming on much slower. One of them appeared to have a leg injury while the other was bent forward at the waist showing signs of some type of possible back problem. From the distance he was viewing them he couldn't be sure but he thought that the one bent at the waist looked like it may have been a very old man before falling victim to the virus. He thought it possible that the man had been confined to a wheelchair before his reanimation. It was ironic that the pitiful soul had to reach the grave and beyond to once again regain the use of his legs. The sight was sad and sickening at the same time, Garrett didn't see much of a threat from either of the stragglers as long as they continued on quietly the trees would mask their passing. The only danger would be if the two crippled zombies were to detect them and call out to the others, they were clearly incapable of running them down on their own.
Garrett crawled back to Calvin and Miranda and signaled for them to proceed but to do so with continued stealth. In a few minutes they were safely past the two cripples and felt comfortable picking up their pace until they finally reached the edge of the trees in the back of the two houses they were interested in raiding.
"What do you think?" Calvin asked after they had scoped out both yards and found them free of undead.
"I don't see anything, let’s scoot over to the back door on this one first." Garrett said indicating the closer of the two homes. The back door was a sliding glass entry that they should be able to easily force open with only the slightest noise if it wasn't already unlocked.
Garrett had just started to rise and move forward when Miranda grabbed his elbow and jerked him back down to his knee.
"What the hell?" He stammered.
"Wait. Look over there. What is t hat?" She replied pointing to the back of a house across the street and on the opposite street from the one they had scouted.
Both men stared intently at the spot she had indicated and saw what had caught her attention. The house was on an angle to the street with the driveway following a curve up to the garage. Following the end of the driveway up to the backyard with their eyes they could just see one side of what looked like a wooden utility shed tucked into the backyard. Between the shed and a flower covered strip of fencing there was something moving back and forth from the shadows alongside the shed out just a step or two into the yard and then back again. They couldn't make out the details but it was
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