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and a half ago. It’s even more sobering to realize that I’ve known Silas for such a short time. He’s become such an integral part of my life it feels like he’s always been around.
I peel my eyes away from Silas to look around and make sure there aren’t any zombies coming up behind us. The hill behind us is clear. “Okay…” Silas says, bringing my attention back. “We’re gonna need a vehicle. If Ryan is trapped in there, then he hasn’t found one yet. We can’t lure that group away on foot; it’s too dangerous.
I nod. “Sounds like a plan,” I agree as I pick my 9 mm up off the grass.
“We’re gonna have to be quick and not make any noise when we go down this hill, use the houses for cover, and try not to draw their attention until we’re ready.”
Silas peeks over the hill one more time and then gets to his feet, staying hunched over as he runs, like he’s trying to take up as little space as possible. I was expecting him to take off, so I’m not the least bit surprised. I try to emulate his movements. Silas ducks behind the odd tree as we go, and I do the same.
I’m out of breath when we reach the bottom, not from lack of energy, but from the spike of adrenaline and fear. I don’t hear anymore moans than usual, so I’m pretty sure they haven’t seen us. Silas ducks behind the first house we come to, and I lean back against its solid frame trying to catch my breath.
A gentle thumping behind me makes me spin around, gun up at the ready, and my heart pounds even harder in my chest. A child-sized zombie is staring at me from the other side of the massive window. He bares his small teeth at me and then runs a black, bloated tongue across the glass like he can taste me.
I don’t want to risk making noise when it’s so important to be quiet, but this kid has me tripping balls. I reach out and yank Silas’ sleeve to get his attention. He turns and sees the zombie, and a pained expression crosses his face, and remember too late that he lost his little brother to the zombies.
I put my hand on Silas’ arm, but he shakes me off and takes off running to the next house, leaving the disturbing little zombie behind.
We work our way in the opposite direction from the horde. It won’t do us any favors to get spotted before we have a vehicle.
We scurry along back alleys, and it reminds me of the night before I found out zombies were real. I’d taken the back alley as a shortcut home in the dark. I am one hundred percent sure, now, that the person who ran into me in the alley had actually been a zombie, and not a drunk like I had first assumed. I haven’t had a spare minute to reflect back on that night since this whole mess started, but now that I do, I am so grateful that I wasn’t turned into a zombie before I even knew what was going on. So many people probably died in confusion at the beginning; they didn’t even have a chance of escaping their fate.
A zombie that looks like it’s been through the wringer is staggering along ahead of us. It’s missing patches of hair and flesh from his head, and dragging a leg with the foot completely facing the wrong direction. Silas shoulders his AR-15 and pulls his trusty pistol from his belt—it’s the wiser choice because it’s easier to use and will be quieter.
Silas drops the zombie by shooting it through the back of the head. It never even knew we were here. Up ahead there’s a minivan that might be alright. Silas jogs over and tries the door, but it’s locked.
“Can we break the window and hotwire it?” I whisper, but Silas shakes his head.
“Too risky, this van is new, it would be tough to wire, and breaking the window might set off an alarm.” I shudder thinking about setting off an alarm that would bring every zombie for miles to our location.
“Yikes,” I murmur, and Silas nods.
“I’d only risk breaking a window if the keys were sitting out where we could see them.” He pauses and scans inside the van again for a second
I peel my eyes away from Silas to look around and make sure there aren’t any zombies coming up behind us. The hill behind us is clear. “Okay…” Silas says, bringing my attention back. “We’re gonna need a vehicle. If Ryan is trapped in there, then he hasn’t found one yet. We can’t lure that group away on foot; it’s too dangerous.
I nod. “Sounds like a plan,” I agree as I pick my 9 mm up off the grass.
“We’re gonna have to be quick and not make any noise when we go down this hill, use the houses for cover, and try not to draw their attention until we’re ready.”
Silas peeks over the hill one more time and then gets to his feet, staying hunched over as he runs, like he’s trying to take up as little space as possible. I was expecting him to take off, so I’m not the least bit surprised. I try to emulate his movements. Silas ducks behind the odd tree as we go, and I do the same.
I’m out of breath when we reach the bottom, not from lack of energy, but from the spike of adrenaline and fear. I don’t hear anymore moans than usual, so I’m pretty sure they haven’t seen us. Silas ducks behind the first house we come to, and I lean back against its solid frame trying to catch my breath.
A gentle thumping behind me makes me spin around, gun up at the ready, and my heart pounds even harder in my chest. A child-sized zombie is staring at me from the other side of the massive window. He bares his small teeth at me and then runs a black, bloated tongue across the glass like he can taste me.
I don’t want to risk making noise when it’s so important to be quiet, but this kid has me tripping balls. I reach out and yank Silas’ sleeve to get his attention. He turns and sees the zombie, and a pained expression crosses his face, and remember too late that he lost his little brother to the zombies.
I put my hand on Silas’ arm, but he shakes me off and takes off running to the next house, leaving the disturbing little zombie behind.
We work our way in the opposite direction from the horde. It won’t do us any favors to get spotted before we have a vehicle.
We scurry along back alleys, and it reminds me of the night before I found out zombies were real. I’d taken the back alley as a shortcut home in the dark. I am one hundred percent sure, now, that the person who ran into me in the alley had actually been a zombie, and not a drunk like I had first assumed. I haven’t had a spare minute to reflect back on that night since this whole mess started, but now that I do, I am so grateful that I wasn’t turned into a zombie before I even knew what was going on. So many people probably died in confusion at the beginning; they didn’t even have a chance of escaping their fate.
A zombie that looks like it’s been through the wringer is staggering along ahead of us. It’s missing patches of hair and flesh from his head, and dragging a leg with the foot completely facing the wrong direction. Silas shoulders his AR-15 and pulls his trusty pistol from his belt—it’s the wiser choice because it’s easier to use and will be quieter.
Silas drops the zombie by shooting it through the back of the head. It never even knew we were here. Up ahead there’s a minivan that might be alright. Silas jogs over and tries the door, but it’s locked.
“Can we break the window and hotwire it?” I whisper, but Silas shakes his head.
“Too risky, this van is new, it would be tough to wire, and breaking the window might set off an alarm.” I shudder thinking about setting off an alarm that would bring every zombie for miles to our location.
“Yikes,” I murmur, and Silas nods.
“I’d only risk breaking a window if the keys were sitting out where we could see them.” He pauses and scans inside the van again for a second
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