The Dead and The Living

  Kyle and I rush to the door, i grab my bow and nock an arrow, ready to draw it and let the arrow fly. Kyle opens the door and Britney falls into the house. she is bleeding, but we know not where nor why. kyle start looking, and not a mark on her, untill he notices holes in her shirt that shouldn't be there.he pulls her s**t up a little, but has he does this i turn out of respect, but an shocked back when he starts to yell

  "No...No.No.NO!" then i see it, some one shot her with a shot gun, center mass hit, looked like buck shot.

  "Am i going to be ok honey?" she whispers

  "Ya,ya you'll be fine, me and steve are going to take care of you.Steve, get me some vodka, anti septic, pliers and a knife."

  I walk into the kitchen, and on the island there is a litle pearing knife, and as i remember it is sharp as hell. then i walk into the garage and get pliers. I walk over to the alchaol cupboard and get some booze, then i walk into the bathroom and get anti septic, an i go back.

  "Got it, but why do you need the booze if you have anti.."I'm cut off by my answer as he puts it to his lips and takes a swig, then lets her have a little.

  "This is going to hurt like hell honey." the then pours vodka on the knife, and then into her cuts, he opens up the holes where one of the shot went in and then pours vodka over the pliers and his fingers, then he parts the skin flaps, inserts the pliers to grab the ball of metal, but there are no screams. we look, her face is frozen, eyes closed, mouth closed, looking gorgous as always, but dead.

  "S**t." is my one word responce. then i walk into the hall way and grab a blanket, i cover her with it.

  "We have to go soon, there are too many things out there and there is no time for a proper burial. she wouldn't want us to die trying to..." I'm cut off by his TV as another Emergance broad cast happens, and says that now if you see any infected, that the most patriotic thing to do is to kill them on sight.

  "We have to go before people start driving around and shoot what ever moves." i say

  "Give me a few." i decide to see what may be useful, i walk around the house, from the living room into the family room, nothing good, then a left into the hallway, pictures, nothign else, then my first left into the master bed room, i look in the chests, and hit the jack pot, the chest at the foot of the bed had a bunch of weapons, the man who rents the room to kyle and britney is a retired marine. I took 3 things out. a Tomahawk, this was a light weight, razor sharp hatchet, ment to be thrown into skulls, perfect. I grabbed a Katana, another light weight razor sharp weapon ment to cut into skulls. Finaly I find a full size, strait blade, Ka-Bar, strait military Close Quarters Combat knife. Then i walk into the garage, and decide that the Owner has to be dead, a 64 year old mand couldn't have lasted this long. i strap the Tomahawk and kabar on the right side of my waist and the katana goes on my left.

  when i walk back into the living room, Kyle is sitting on the lazy boy smoking. Before i can ask he pulls out a cigarette and hands it to me. i pull out a lighter and light it.

  "I got no where to go" he says

  "You do. Come with me, my dad likes you, you are a hell of a handiman."

  "Ok, let me get my stuff together." he goes into his room and 2 minutes later he walks out with his Claymore, it is an ancient Celtic sword that is about as long as He is tall, and his shotgun and .22 rifle. lets go. we walk out and i get in my truck, but kyle gets in his and starts his. With a dull rumble of the three inch exaust, he pulls out and heads towards my house, we pass a bunch of trucks with what looks like lynch mobs in the bed, armed with everything, high powered rifles, shotguns, everything short of pitchforks. when we get to the main road that i had to cross earlier. there is an empty line, from our side of the road to the other where my road is, fe fallow it and see a bunch of dead, people with bullet wounds, and a few, that must be infected, stuck in their car by their seat belt, i laught as i think about the sticker on my side window, it has a picture of a buckled seat belt, and is says "together we can save lives" when we get on my road we see more of the same, empty cars wrapped around trees and telephone poles.

  " when we get back to my house i see a few dead attacking my house, me and kyle hop out and i decide that some training with my tomahawk my help, so i line up a shot, and throw it, i burry it in it's head. perfect. then i find the problem of tomahawks, trying to pull them out of the skull. i end up putting my boot on the things jaw, and pull, it finaly comes out with s sick sucking noise,, the next infected comes up to me, thistime i pull my kabar and use them both, but this time i don't throw it, but as it walks out to me it tries to grab me and i cut off it's hand with a quick swipe of the hatchet, and then i run around it and stick the knife into it's neck. by this time kyle has carved up the rest with his katana. Before we enter my house i go back to my truck and get my bow, kyle is at the door.

  "It's locked."

  "Don't want the dead to mix with the living."