Wake up

Thud. muffled yelling. my eyes flash open Thud. i grab my bow and i grab the leverage bar, and i pull back the string on hundred and fifty pound draw bow.more muffled yelling. Thug. i grab my hatchet to, and i set it in the door way. i hear another thud coming from my right. Kyle's room. i take 3 steps then out of the wall and into the table comes Kyle and what looks to be a soldier. Kyle's loosing.

  "Freeze a*s hole, reach for the sky or i'll skewer your a*s!" My adrenaline is flowing full force and i'm ready to kill this guy. he doesn't listen and he keeps fighting Kyle. i set my bow on the counter, and i see that the soldier has a knife he keeps reaching for. Before i let him have another chance, i grab the knife and i slide it acrost the room. he gets kyle into a choke hold and now, i try to leverage his hand off kyles neck, but an unsucessful. After a minute of fighting, kyle goes limp. i lose it. I start throwing punches not knowing if they are connecting. i  can not stop. the man get ontop of me and closes his hands around my throat. i try to fight his hands off of my throat, but he is locked in. with the last bit of energy i have, i take a swing for his jaw, and i connect. he isn't knocked out, but it gives me a breath and a split second to change the tide of this battle. i stand up and reach onto the counter and grab some zip ties that i saw, the industrial size, i walk up to the man and tell him he is going to pay, i titen the zip tie over his throat like it is a noose. there is no way to loosen them off other than to cut them off. but this man is still trying to fight me and he takes a weak swing with his right arm, i grab his arm and pull a little to get him off ballence. i grab his head and take him to the floor. head first. He doesn't move, i run over to his knife and i grab another zip tie, i wait untill his eyes close, and i zip his hands together and then i pull hi over to an old iron heater, ad i zip tie the tie around his arms to the heater, only then do i cut the one off his throat. i turn to kyle and i check his vitals, he is doing fine, starting to come back into the land of the living. i turn to go into the bed room and i see kayla on the outside of the beed room wall, sitting in the fetal position. stunned. My AR-15 on the floor not a reach away

  "Hey, don't worry, i took care of him."

  "It wasn't that. when he was strangling you, i couldn't shoot him, i had a shot lined up on his head, and i couldn't do it."

  "You were worried of hitting me, understandable."

  "No, it was because he is a person, he could have killed you and don't think that i could have killed him." 

  "Don't worry, if he killed me, you could do it."

  "why didn't you kill him?"

  "Because i'm the same way, i brought out my bow, but i couldn't kill him." she latches onto me

  "I love you."

  "I love you too, i won't let anything ever happen to you."

  "Awwww, how f****n' cute, anyone want to wake up to help the guy who is in a drag and out fight in the next room over?"

  "Hey, i got him didn't i, chill."

  "Ya, next time, i may not wake up when my door opens, next time i may not make so much noise."

  "Look, i'm sorry, from now on we will have a watch set up."

  "Ya. where did he end up?" 

  "Over here." he says "I was just wondering why there were intruders in my house, didn't know that it was you Kyle."

  "Oh s**t, Stephen, Kayla, this is George, George, this is Stephen and Kayla. Cut the man loose." i do as i'm told and when he gets up i get a good look at him i see a farmiliar face

  "Remember me, you sold me a few parts for my truck a year or two back."

  "Ya, i remember" George said. Now he is a big man, he is 6'2" or 6'3"ish, and weights about 240 bounds, and a lot of that is muscle. we all gra a seat around his dining table and light up some smokes, Kayla coughs a little when the inhales. 

  "S**t, where have you been man, we've been holding out in the garage for two days now."

  "I've been scouting around, there is a bit of a safe haven by the colege, a few days back though something happened and there were a few cars that got out and destroyed the main fence, they raced this way."

  "Yaaaa, those cars are in the garage."

  "You crazy motha f****s." George says in a loud booming voice. "Who flipped?"

  "Me." you were not but 3 feet from running me over, i was watching their opperation, they are organized. and rich. now how would the US army get rich? They don't. we like to think that we have the richest army in the world, but mercenaries are where it's at. That is what i think that group is. Their weapons aren't U.S. issue, or any Army issue for that reason. their vehicles are more personal use that military, they are just expensive, and they have so many."

 "Ya, but that is where the question comes in, why do they pretend to be the U.S. Army and why do they protect our citizens? And i don't think that they are just getting payed to by the government, as we have none left. Not to mention, they set up really quick for being unprepared for this to happen. But enough conspericy theories, what have you been doing?"

 "Stealing cars n s**t, the usual." he laughed, one of those booming loud laughs that could get us killed.

 "So i hear!"

 "Hear about any safe havens.?

 "Uri is suppose to be nice, little fence issue, but nice." he let out another booming laugh. We heard steps comming up the stairs and i grabbed my cross bow so i could c**k it, and nock an arrow, then the foot steps stoped at the top of the stairs. i slowly looked up to find a zombie on the other side of the door.

 "F**k." we all say.

 "Grab your s**t, time to go!" The zombie started to pound on the door.

 "Which way should the tab be to lock the door, verticle or horizontal?"

 "Verticle." George tells me, i spin the tab, fallowed by the dead bolt.  "back up exit is in to the salon down stairs, lets go." i grab my weapons out of the room, my rilfe acrost my back, my bow on my hand, and my tomahawk and katanna on my hip, i am in last in our group, so that way they can't get us from behind. we are in the living room and George opens a door that i didn't see before. We travel down the stairs, closing th door behind me. we end up in a salon. after a quick look we don't see any dead in here, and only a few out from, george scilently opens the door, we make our way back around to the shop and open the door. and take a step inside. 

  "S**t, do some modifications?"

  "winter is comming, we had to, now we have to get going, these dead are making noise, and that will atract more and more, so lets go while we can. i load my weapons into my cart. i also load a lot of cigarettes in. I take my back pack and put the guns inside of it and strap it in using the passenger's seat belt, then i take a few wrenches and screw drivers, just incase. i see kyle load up the 55 gallon drum. 

 "wait, can the generator be hooked up in here and run the pump out side?"

 "Why not?" i look into the tank, almost empty.

 "Here is what i'm thinking, turn it on, let it run out of gas, in the mean time we fill our tanks, that drum, and any other gas cans we can find."

 "I like it." we look around for two or three minutes and come up with 7 gas jugs. i find a hand pump and 25 feet of hose. 

 "Siphon."

 "Nice." Kyle pulls out a ten pound box of fuel stabilizer. "This should be enough for that entire station, this is your job Stephen, make sure it gets in the tank, put it in the tank with the gray and black cap." i walk over to the generator,

 "Ready?" i ask

 "Yes" i hit the green button and it starts up.

 "ok." i hop into my cart and put the choke and throtle on, get out and pull the cord, she purrs like a kitten, i get into my cart and after checking the lock on my pasenger side, i make sure i have every thing, george opens the door. Kyle flings on the gas and his armored buggy flys out of the garage at towards the pump, running over a few zombies on the way. i fly out the opening and into the fire.