on his first try and that thing manages to start yelling out, he is going to be attracting a whole lot of attention to all of us." Calvin pointed out.
Garrett had to agree. While the man was painstakingly moving down the hedgerow, he was doing so with motions that told him that he probably had little experience in combat maneuvering. Constantly popping his head over the hedges and looking over his opposite shoulder every few seconds were wasted movements that would only draw more attention to himself. Those very motions were the ones that made him stand out to them against the backdrop of houses, trees and landscaping from over a block away. A more experienced fighter would probably have been able to skirt that row of hedges without them seeing him from this distance. Motioning for Calvin and Miranda to follow along, Garrett changed his direction of travel and instead of making a straight run for the back door of the house, he ran a diagonal across the open backyard until they came up behind the garage of the house that extended out from the structure into the driveway while jutting several extra feet into the backyard. From that point they were able to see up and down the street in front of the house and had a better vantage point of the houses on the street where their friend was still working his way down the row of hedges. There was a decorative wooden fence that separated the two houses directly across the street, at a point almost midway through both property lines a cluster of trees had been used to put in flowers and small gazebos on each side of the fence. It looked as though the neighbors had shared a close relationship and had worked together to form a little shaded oasis where he could see them coming together to share gossip and stories over their own side of the fence. Garrett thought that point on their property line offered the best opportunity for cover and concealment once they made a dash from behind the garage and across the street. He relayed that destination to Calvin and Miranda and once they were ready he led them through the front yard of the house they had intended on searching, across the driveway and over the street to the yard on the right hand side.
Calvin reached the gazebo on the right side of the yard first. Even though he was sure that Garrett could have easily outrun him over that distance it was obvious that he had hung back and kept pace with Miranda. Calvin was sure that only part of his reason for doing so was for any type of security reason, his friend was rather taken with the young lady and it was pretty obvious even if he wasn't yet ready to admit it yet. As the two of them reached the gazebo, Miranda was red fa ced and out of breath, Garrett having barely even broken a sweat during his casual jog, took her gently by the arm and guided her down onto the wooden steps of the gazebo where she could rest and catch her breath before they moved further.
Turning back to scan the next leg of their run, Calvin immediately spotted trouble ahead. He reached out an arm to grab Garrett and pull him down below the railings on the back of the gazebo while pointing to a spot in front of the house they had just arrived next to.
Garrett followed his gaze and saw the problem. Just across the street from the house they were hiding next to there were three zombies walking slow methodical circuits in a meaningless pattern they had already witnessed a few times before. They had come to think of this state as some kind of rest period for the zombies, they would stake out whatever little patch of earth they had ended their last bout of physical exertion and simply remain in place, wandering in this aimless fashion until something else of interest entered within range of their senses. It was just one more piece of evidence of how all humanity had been erased from them, their entire existence was now devoted to storing energy from their last meal in order to obtain their next. Now, they were facing three of
Garrett had to agree. While the man was painstakingly moving down the hedgerow, he was doing so with motions that told him that he probably had little experience in combat maneuvering. Constantly popping his head over the hedges and looking over his opposite shoulder every few seconds were wasted movements that would only draw more attention to himself. Those very motions were the ones that made him stand out to them against the backdrop of houses, trees and landscaping from over a block away. A more experienced fighter would probably have been able to skirt that row of hedges without them seeing him from this distance. Motioning for Calvin and Miranda to follow along, Garrett changed his direction of travel and instead of making a straight run for the back door of the house, he ran a diagonal across the open backyard until they came up behind the garage of the house that extended out from the structure into the driveway while jutting several extra feet into the backyard. From that point they were able to see up and down the street in front of the house and had a better vantage point of the houses on the street where their friend was still working his way down the row of hedges. There was a decorative wooden fence that separated the two houses directly across the street, at a point almost midway through both property lines a cluster of trees had been used to put in flowers and small gazebos on each side of the fence. It looked as though the neighbors had shared a close relationship and had worked together to form a little shaded oasis where he could see them coming together to share gossip and stories over their own side of the fence. Garrett thought that point on their property line offered the best opportunity for cover and concealment once they made a dash from behind the garage and across the street. He relayed that destination to Calvin and Miranda and once they were ready he led them through the front yard of the house they had intended on searching, across the driveway and over the street to the yard on the right hand side.
Calvin reached the gazebo on the right side of the yard first. Even though he was sure that Garrett could have easily outrun him over that distance it was obvious that he had hung back and kept pace with Miranda. Calvin was sure that only part of his reason for doing so was for any type of security reason, his friend was rather taken with the young lady and it was pretty obvious even if he wasn't yet ready to admit it yet. As the two of them reached the gazebo, Miranda was red fa ced and out of breath, Garrett having barely even broken a sweat during his casual jog, took her gently by the arm and guided her down onto the wooden steps of the gazebo where she could rest and catch her breath before they moved further.
Turning back to scan the next leg of their run, Calvin immediately spotted trouble ahead. He reached out an arm to grab Garrett and pull him down below the railings on the back of the gazebo while pointing to a spot in front of the house they had just arrived next to.
Garrett followed his gaze and saw the problem. Just across the street from the house they were hiding next to there were three zombies walking slow methodical circuits in a meaningless pattern they had already witnessed a few times before. They had come to think of this state as some kind of rest period for the zombies, they would stake out whatever little patch of earth they had ended their last bout of physical exertion and simply remain in place, wandering in this aimless fashion until something else of interest entered within range of their senses. It was just one more piece of evidence of how all humanity had been erased from them, their entire existence was now devoted to storing energy from their last meal in order to obtain their next. Now, they were facing three of
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