Simply, A Zombie Apocalypse 2

The continuation of number ONE

Chapter 1

The first zombie squeezes through the passage. I shove my knife through its skull. If you are wondering why I am not using a gun, it’s because I don’t want to draw the others in. Duh.

The zombie slumps and I lay it down in the passage; it will hopefully make it more difficult for others. I step back quickly as another one finds my hiding place. It trips over the first one and I kick its head in. It stills and I put it on top of the other one. Oh, great, the bottoms of my shoes are all wet. Stupid blood.

After a few minutes, I realise, I didn’t bring any food down with me! “Seriously Cory!” I mutter. I’m not starving, rationing has seen to that, but what will I do when I am? I contemplate eating… Eating the zombies, I shudder. No way.

Could I get out?

I grasp my knife and slip quietly through the passage. I peek out; take it in then get back quickly. About 25 zombies. I could take them out, if things went my way. I grab my knives and gun; I slip them into my belt. I grasp my knife in my sweaty hand and I step cautiously toward the exit.

I come to the end, and step out. They see, and smell, me. I gag on the stink, they start lumbering towards me. I kill the closest one and push through the others quickly, I feel there rotten hands scrape on my clothing. The stairs get blocked by one; I hurriedly decapitate it and run up. I get back up into the house, there are 3 in the room, I go up the stairs to the bedroom. I grab my trusty backpack and shove my gun and knives into the front pocket. Then I shove as much canned food as possible into it. I suddenly have a craving for chocolate, jeez; I can’t remember what it tastes like.

I hear the stairs creak as they figure out where I am. The great thing is, they really cannot climb that well. I hold my sturdy ol’ knife and start downstairs. I’m nearly at the bottom, here is where I live or die. I run as down the last few steps then shove as quickly and as forcefully as I can through the ones down there, I crash through the front door and sprint to the car. I jump in and lock the door.

I look back and see, roughly 30 zombies. The 19 I didn’t kill have finally made it to the surface and the others that must have been outside because I hadn’t noticed them.

I put my foot down and speed of into the distance.

 

 

Chapter 2

I’ve been driving for nearly a full day, and the tank is dangerously close to empty. I see a faint, well, thing in the distance and drive towards it.

I pull up about 15 metres from it and get out; I grab my knife and sling my backpack over my shoulders.

I walk cautiously up to it, I don’t smell anything. I nudge open the front door. “Hello?” I call, if there are zombies here, no point waiting around for them to eat me. “Hi” I hear faintly from somewhere ahead of me. “I am not going to hurt you, unless you try to hurt me.” I say.

I hear footsteps and take a step back. “Oh thank god! Another human being!” A girl, older than me, yells as she appears. She rushes forwards, then stops, eyeing my knife. “My name if Carly, me and my sister have been hiding here for a while.” She gushes; she grabs my unarmed arm and drags me towards a room.

I see a young girl lying, pale, on a bed. “She got scratched.” She whispers. I bite my lip, “You know she won’t make it.” I say, turning to her. “I know” she sobs, “that’s why I was going to ask you, if you could. Please.” She says, unable to finish her question. But I understand, “Ok.”

I walk over; I can feel the heat pulsing from her half a metre away. She doesn’t have long anyway. I see the scratch, about 10 centimetres long. It is on her forearm, that whole arm in rotting. I can see that. “I’m sorry, but it’s for the best.” Her eyelids twitch, like she is dreaming. I insert my knife into her head.

I pull it out, silent tears are pouring from Carly’s eyes. I hug her, “She is in a better place, away from all this. She is safer.” Carly cry’s onto my shoulder for a while. When she finally stops she says quietly, “I’m Carly James and I am 15. My sister was Teri and she was 7.” “Hi Carly, I am Cory Taylor and I am 14.”

 

 

 

Chapter 3

I hear the door creak. I stand up and wake Carly. I’m on watch at the moment. She rubs her eyes and listens, it creaks again. I pick up my knife and she picks up hers.

We have had a few minor attacks over the past month, she actually doesn’t suck. We walk silently towards the front door and I see a faint shadow. I can’t smell anything. I cough, “Is someone there? Please don’t kill me!” The person says anxiously. “Lay down ANY weapons and move into the moon light.” I say forcefully. I hear a clatter and he steps into the light. He looks about 17/18 and is obviously absolutely terrified. I wonder how he sees us. Thin, ragged, tough. “Have you been bitten or scratched?” I ask him, “Have you been BITTEN or SCRATCHED?” I say louder, “Oh, um no. No I haven’t.” He replies nervously. “Who are you?” Carly asks, “Nathan, Nathan Yale. I am 16.” He shakily tells us. “I am Cory and this is Carly” I motion to her, she smiles. “You’ll follow routines and will NOT attempt to get anything extra for yourself. That is if you wish to join us.” I say, he is quiet for a moment. “Yes, yes yes yes please.” He replies eagerly. I give a small smile, “Come on.” Carly picks up the guns that he dropped two shotguns. Nice.

I lead him to the shared room. “So, what is your story?” Carly asks him once she has put down the weapons and we have all settled comfortably. “Well, I was out for a walk one night when this homeless dude just sprinted towards me. I freaked and punched him the face, there was blood all over him, but he just tried to bite me. I bolted home, and when I got there my sister tried to eat me. Half of her face was missing. I ran into my dad’s office and got his two shotguns from when he used to hunt. My mum and dad were gone, and when I went downstairs so was my sister. I grabbed food and just got into my car and drove.” He takes a deep breath, “I just drove out here until the tank ran out then I walked for a bit more, then I found this place and met you guys.” He finishes.

“Well, hi. I am Carly James and I am 15. My sister and I left after our dad killed our mom. We took my mums car, driving was weird haha.” She begins, I zone out. I have heard it before. “My friend from school said this was going to happen but everyone thought he was a weirdo and ignored him. But, what do you know. Then, we came here. There was a zombie here already, only one luckily. I managed to kill it but not before it scratched my sister. She was ok for a while, but then she just wouldn’t get up. She was like that until Cory came, and well yeah.” She clasps her hands, “I’m sorry about your sister.” Nathan mumbles. “It’s ok.” Carly says, smiling a little. “What about you Cory? What happened to you?” Nathan asks. I look up at him. “I am Cory Taylor, I am 14. I knew it was coming, the apocalypse. I knew it had happened when my mum became one and I had to kill her.” Nathan gasps, I stare at him “I went to my mate Nicks house. He was the only one who believed me. I had to kill his sister; we drove and survived at an abandoned house in the outback for a week. Then he became one and I had to shoot him, this was on my 14^th birthday by the way. The about 8 zombies drove me into the basement where more joined them. I managed to get out and got food and just drove. I then found Carly.” Nathan is looking at my, biting his lip.

I stand up and say, “I’ll take watch.” I sit with my back to them and face the door. Carly had sleeping bags for her and her sister, and luckily a third one. They climb in as I quickly wipe away a tear.

 

 

Chapter 4

I stretch, yawn and look around. Where is Nathan and Carly?!

I grab my knife and get up. I hear a scream; I look out the window and see Nathan and Carly surrounded by zombies. I sprint outside.

I stab every zombie that gets in my way. “What are you doing outside?!” I yell at them as we, well Carly and I kill the zombies. “We were going to go on a food run; we were bringing the bags down when they got us!” Carly yells back. “Nathan, get yourself together!” I yell at him. He is just standing there in between Carly and I. He doesn’t respond, “We need to move!” I call, “Come on!” I run through the zombies and into the house, they follow me. We go to the room and grab my sturdy backpack and shove, once again, every item of food we have. Surprisingly it all fits in. I give one of Nathans guns to him, I hand Carly the other. I have my 2 knives and handgun.

We run down the hall, the zombies are desperately trying to eat us. “All good?” I ask, they nod. We sprint through the front door and the zombies converge. We push through, into the car then drive. Just drive.

 

Chapter 5

We’re driving down the road when it hits us; I quickly wind up my window. A smell so powerful it chokes me. I slam on the breaks. I squint and try to see further, then all of a sudden. I can see it, a massive hoard. At least 70.  I see Nathan in the back with his head in his hands, “Oh no oh no oh no.” He is muttering, I wonder why. We can just drive away; I look and understand why he is saying that. The tank is practically empty.

I hit the steering in anger, and manage to toot the bloody horn. The hoard is moving quickly. I turn around and we get about 300 metres before the tank finally runs out. “ARGH!” I yell.

Remember how I said “I know I won’t survive” well I was wrong. But I am saying it again. Because there is no hope in the world we could outrun a hoard that big. “Guys. I am so sorry but. I truly do not see any way we can survive.” I glance in the mirror and see they are a lot closer. “Personally, I don’t want to become one. Do you guys?” I ask, they shake their heads. “Then, we might as well. Shoot each other.” I mutter the last part, I don’t want to die. “Carly, you do Nathan than, I guess I will do you.” I say quietly, they nod. “Nathan, you’ve been a great friend. Wherever you’re headed, I hope it’s better than this.” I say, and then turn away. “You’re a great guy Nathan, I will remember you.” Carly say. “You two have been like family. Thank you.” He says, and then Carly pulls the trigger. I breathe in quickly, she hands me the gun in her shaking hand. The zombies are only about 50 metres away now.

I bite my tongue, drawing blood. She smiles sadly at me “I will miss you Cory.” She says, we hug. “Thank you for being my friend Carly. I probably would have gone insane.” She smiles less sadly. “Goodbye Cory. Thank you for everything.” She closes her eyes. “Goodbye.” I whisper. Then I pull the trigger.

I sob as her blood and brain splatters the window.

The zombies are upon me now, bloody smears coat the windows. I place the gun against my temple. Zombies are on the roof now.

“I hope these flesh eating freaks die, well, die again.” I say, my finger tightens slightly on the trigger. Glass shards scratch my face as the windshield breaks.

I take a deep breath, then…

It’s over.

Author's Note

Probably not as well edited as the first one, please let me know any mistakes you find or if anything doesn't make sense. I am appriciative (Did I spell that right?) of any constructive critisism(Did I spell this right?). Thank You!