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I ask, keeping my eyes alert and scanning the area. I don’t like the mall anymore. There are too many places for the dead to lurk.
“Let’s go get your lover boy,” Silas says, and there is actually less spite in his voice than usual when he talks about Ryan.
We are already wearing our backpacks and carrying our weapons, so we have no reason not to leave right away. We keep going and walk right out the front door. We don’t encounter a single zombie. In a weird way it’s almost worse than having to fight our way through a bunch of deadheads—waiting is the worst part, and it gets me jumping at shadows.
Once we get outside in the hot, dusty parking lot, I feel a lot more exposed than I had up on the roof. Silas leads us around the side of the mall, making us walk right past the piles of zombies we killed.
The flies are already buzzing around so thick that it looks like black clouds moving from corpse to corpse. I swat a fly away from my face and try not to let it remind me about the zombie guts I’m still accessorizing with.
“It’s that hill, isn’t it?” I ask Silas, pointing to the lone rise off in the distance. We don’t have the advantage of height anymore, but it looks like the same hill—it even has the same black smudge of zombie sludge marring the grass.
“Yep,” Silas says, never willing to waste words when a simple grunt will do. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a crinkled pack of smokes. “Want one?” he asks, holding them out to me, and for a second, I’m tempted. I’ve already turned into a badass zombie slayer, sort-of, maybe a smoke would help cement my image?
I finally shake my head when I think about my parents, and what they would want me to do right now. “Keep those cancer sticks away from me.” I grumble, feeling ashamed by my urges.
“Suit yourself,” Silas says, lighting one up and taking a deep puff. We walk in companionable silence for fifteen minutes, our eyes scanning the landscape. It’s a bit chilly since it’s the start of fall, but I’m sweating by the time we reach the top of the hill.
Silas grabs my arm and pulls me down, when I would have simply walked over the rise of the hill. “If you stand at the top of this hill, every zombie for miles will be able to see you,” he hisses at me as I lay stretched out on my belly. I don’t really like being on the ground either; it’s a lot harder to run away from this position, but I decide to trust that Silas knows what he’s doing.
We peek over the hill, only popping our heads up enough to see the neighborhood that comes into view. It looks like it’d been a nice subdivision with new houses in neat rows, there’s even a park, but it’s destroyed now from the dead and is littered with the skeletal remains of people, pets, and a surprising amount of trash.
It’s a ghost town. “I think I’ve found Ryan,” Silas says, making my heart speed up in my chest. I scan the area, trying to see what Silas sees.
“I don’t see him,” I whisper finally, frustrated with myself.
“See all those zombies gathered around that one house over there?” Silas asks, and with a sinking feeling in my gut, I nod. “That’s most likely where Ryan is holed up. He must have gotten trapped.”
My head knows that Silas is probably right. Why else would the zombies be gathered there? They don’t give a shit about anything that isn’t warm human flesh. “How can you be sure?” I ask anyway, not wanting it to be true.
“I’m not, but we won’t know until we get them to move,” Silas says as he stares out at the group with a calculating look.
“Are you going to shoot them?” I ask, hesitant to fire bullets towards the house Ryan is trapped in, but he shakes his head.
“If I can avoid it, I will. The noise will bring every biter in the area to investigate.” Silas runs his hands through his short, brush cut hair, and I notice for the first time that it’s not as short as it’d been when I first met him a week
“Let’s go get your lover boy,” Silas says, and there is actually less spite in his voice than usual when he talks about Ryan.
We are already wearing our backpacks and carrying our weapons, so we have no reason not to leave right away. We keep going and walk right out the front door. We don’t encounter a single zombie. In a weird way it’s almost worse than having to fight our way through a bunch of deadheads—waiting is the worst part, and it gets me jumping at shadows.
Once we get outside in the hot, dusty parking lot, I feel a lot more exposed than I had up on the roof. Silas leads us around the side of the mall, making us walk right past the piles of zombies we killed.
The flies are already buzzing around so thick that it looks like black clouds moving from corpse to corpse. I swat a fly away from my face and try not to let it remind me about the zombie guts I’m still accessorizing with.
“It’s that hill, isn’t it?” I ask Silas, pointing to the lone rise off in the distance. We don’t have the advantage of height anymore, but it looks like the same hill—it even has the same black smudge of zombie sludge marring the grass.
“Yep,” Silas says, never willing to waste words when a simple grunt will do. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a crinkled pack of smokes. “Want one?” he asks, holding them out to me, and for a second, I’m tempted. I’ve already turned into a badass zombie slayer, sort-of, maybe a smoke would help cement my image?
I finally shake my head when I think about my parents, and what they would want me to do right now. “Keep those cancer sticks away from me.” I grumble, feeling ashamed by my urges.
“Suit yourself,” Silas says, lighting one up and taking a deep puff. We walk in companionable silence for fifteen minutes, our eyes scanning the landscape. It’s a bit chilly since it’s the start of fall, but I’m sweating by the time we reach the top of the hill.
Silas grabs my arm and pulls me down, when I would have simply walked over the rise of the hill. “If you stand at the top of this hill, every zombie for miles will be able to see you,” he hisses at me as I lay stretched out on my belly. I don’t really like being on the ground either; it’s a lot harder to run away from this position, but I decide to trust that Silas knows what he’s doing.
We peek over the hill, only popping our heads up enough to see the neighborhood that comes into view. It looks like it’d been a nice subdivision with new houses in neat rows, there’s even a park, but it’s destroyed now from the dead and is littered with the skeletal remains of people, pets, and a surprising amount of trash.
It’s a ghost town. “I think I’ve found Ryan,” Silas says, making my heart speed up in my chest. I scan the area, trying to see what Silas sees.
“I don’t see him,” I whisper finally, frustrated with myself.
“See all those zombies gathered around that one house over there?” Silas asks, and with a sinking feeling in my gut, I nod. “That’s most likely where Ryan is holed up. He must have gotten trapped.”
My head knows that Silas is probably right. Why else would the zombies be gathered there? They don’t give a shit about anything that isn’t warm human flesh. “How can you be sure?” I ask anyway, not wanting it to be true.
“I’m not, but we won’t know until we get them to move,” Silas says as he stares out at the group with a calculating look.
“Are you going to shoot them?” I ask, hesitant to fire bullets towards the house Ryan is trapped in, but he shakes his head.
“If I can avoid it, I will. The noise will bring every biter in the area to investigate.” Silas runs his hands through his short, brush cut hair, and I notice for the first time that it’s not as short as it’d been when I first met him a week
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