Rhonda Gedling Season 2 Episode Nine 

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, outside Colorado

I held the note in my tired hand and I looked at it with my tired eyes and tired mind. 
EVERYTHING 
Was a complete shambles. I hated what I was looking at. I hated the fact that everything seemed to be dying before me. In my wake I was leaving corpses behind. I thought I was doing some good. I thought I was saving them
BUT REALLY
It felt like I was driving them further into their inevitable graves. Giving them an earlier death. Making their hands slip off the edge in the sea of knives below them. 
Was I death?
Was I the signature to sign the warrant?
First my sister now this man that I had only known for a second. I was still staring at the death in front of me.
Finally
I looked a way and walked through passed the kitchen with the open draw. I sat down at the table and looked out of the window at the openess. Feeling sorry for myself? I didn’t notice the devil standing in front of me
   She stood at the door “He’s dead?”
   “What do you think?”
Pain flooded my voice.
   “Now that’s a blood bath,” she said, “the hell happened here anyway?”
   “It doesn’t matter now,” I said, “looks like we’re going to be seeing this quite often”
   “Well, other than the dead bodies, this is a nice RV”
   “You kidding right?”
   “That cars fucked”
   “Thats my car”
   “And it’s fucked, look at this, it’ll be stupid to pass this up”
   “We can’t leave my car in the middle of nowhere”
My car
I loved it to bits
It wasn’t just a vehicle. It wasn’t JUST my car. It was my best friend. A friend that I spoke to when I drove her. A friend that never judged me. 
Samantha
One of the true friends I had and I didn’t have many.
   “It’s only a car, it’s old and banged up, look at it, at least we have a bed to sleep in”
   “Are you forgetting about the dead fucking bodies?”
   “We can move them”
   “No, this is not happening, no way”
   “Are you kidding me? We don’t have a fucking clue where we’re going, so that means we’re going to be on the road for a while I assume and you’d rather be in a poxy little car”
   “I’m not discussing this”
   “I’m the mother, so we’re doing this”
   “Don’t you fucking dear play that card on me, you have no right”
We then heard a noise coming from the bedroom. I went to get up and she put her arm out.
   “I’ll deal with it,” she told, she put out her hand, “the gun”
I gave it her  
   “Wait,” I said
   “I’ll be fine”
The grunts were heard. I got up and followed her in and there I saw him.
Well
IT
Gingerly rising from the bed. She went in slowly and I watched it hissing with its lifeless eyes. The cut from its throat leaked out the insides. Blood spilled out on to the bed. She lifted the gun up and shot it clean in the head. 
It’s head bounced back and it collapsed back on to the bed. 
No noises now
No hissing
No grunting  
Just more dead bodies with holes in their heads
   “Stinks,” she said
   “and you want to sleep in here?”
   “I’m sure they have cleaning stuff in here somewhere”
   “And where are we going to put the bodies huh?”
   “What’s with all the questions, listen, the world is screwed, we all know that, what we saw back at the motel said it all, the president sounded like he was worried and that isn’t good, if we’re at war, then this disease has already taken over many cities and it’s still spreading and it’s spreading fast, you heard them. WE. ARE. SCREWED. And I’m not spending my last moments in that car, plus, I’ve always wanted an RV, so what do you say, live out our last days in this? It’ll be awesome”
   “You’ve given up already?” I said
   “You’ll be giving up if you don’t take advantage of this opportunity”
She was 
Well 
Kind of right I suppose
The RV was nice. Other than the stench and the dead bodies, but they were disposable. We could easily get rid of them. It was just the sentiment I held for my love. The love I held dearly for it and to just leave it in the middle of nowhere. It didn’t feel right.
BUT
AGAIN
She was kinda right
I took a deep breath. I felt her gaze on me. She was waiting for me to give her the answer she wanted and that answer was most certainly…
YES
   “So?” She asked
   “Ok,” I told, “ok”
   She smiled, “You know it makes sense”
I got up and walked out. Walked over to my car and stood beside it. Gazed upon the cracked screen and dried blood. Thought about everything that the car and I had been through. From the long- depressive- lonely- drives. To the happy ones with my sister and then the cracked screen with the dried blood again. 
There was more blood to come. That thought was seeping in.   
   “You’ve been so good to me,” I said, “got me from A to B, took me on long drives when I needed them, you never let me down, never, you’re my car, no… you’re my friend and I will always remember you,” I touched her bonnet, “goodbye Samantha”

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Cal Moore Season 2 Episode Nine 

Survivors of the Z’s- Cal Moore, Ashford City California

   “Holy shit, holy shit,” I panicked
The whole world had now shrunk to a pebble and the oxygen tended to be getting lesser and lesser each time I breathed. My feet scurried along the night. To chase down my fallen friend. 
My best friend
Who at any moment was going to be eaten alive by the monsters we were taunting
What a stupid thing it was
An arrogant move where we thought that safety would 
At that moment of idiocy 
Would’nt abandon us 
And then bang. The carpet was swept from under us and the jaws of these things were snapping at our heals. 
Tasting our blood
Reaching to grab us and pull us down into the deep hole they came from. 
   “Please, don’t let him die, don’t let him die, don’t let him die”
I heard a sound. A sound that when I ran through it. It sent a cold feeling through. I was running blind.
Tunnel vision
My hands 
My feet 
My whole body grabbing for the rope to pull him out of the hole we had suddenly found ourselves
   “Cal, hurry!”
   “I’m here,” I said
I saw his silhouette and I saw there’s. Moving sluggishly toward us with the grunts of hunger seeping out of their grotesque mouths. 
No faces
No dead skin hanging on
No guts showing
Just their noises sending chills through us and making the air seem more impossible to catch
   “I’ll help you up,” I said
With a struggle. I helped him get back up on to his feet. 
   “I can’t”
   “You have to, come on, quickly”
He tried standing on it and he fell once more. The noises were getting closer and closer. I could feel their gaze on the back of my neck. He got up again with my help and this time the urgency was there. 
The desperation
The emergency fuel
All of them feeding us to get back to the house. 
   “I’m sorry, I was stupid”
   “Shut up, just keep moving, or we’re both screwed”
There were little alleyways to our left with other houses next to them. They looked daunting in the darkness. We hurried passed street lights that I now wished weren’t dead. We hurried as fast as we could, but they still seemed to be closer than before. 
   “Aah!” He cried
Once more
He collapsed onto the ground. 
   “Mason, we need to move”
   “My leg, I’m in too much pain, just leave me, I’ll only slow you down”
   “Don’t you fucking say that, I’ll never leave you,” I grabbed him once more in the darkness, “now get up, we’ll get out of here, I promise you”
   “I can’t”
   “Yes you can”
I forced him up with everything I had. He seemed heavier than before. Like he had given up. Like he was making it more difficult on purpose. Like he wanted me to leave him. But, I wasn’t going to
No way
No way in hell
I was getting him out of there whether he liked it or not
   “You might’ve given up, but I haven’t, I’ll drag you back if I have to”
It was getting too much
The pressure 
His weight
The weight of the planet that I felt on my shoulders. I felt his parents shouting passed deaths door and into my ears. Every word
Begging me
Pleading with me
To save him
To save their son
Their child
To get him to a safe place where they couldn’t touch him. Then a voice cried out.
   “Cal!”
   “Mason!”
   “Where’re you?!”
   “Dad, mom, we’re down here, help us, there’s loads of them!”
   “We’re coming to get you!”
   “You should’ve just let me go, now your family are in trouble”
   “You’re my family,” I told
With the sudden boost and the sudden extra hope of getting back. Thanks to my mom and dad. I chose to carry on dragging my helpless best friend across the night. Each step I could hear him wincing. Each step his weight got heavier and heavier. 
Don’t fall again
Don’t you dare 
   “Come on, we’re close,” I said, “They’re coming for us bro, they’re coming for us”
I could see them. Their silhouettes ran around the same corner I ran around. 
AND THEN 
I heard
   “Cal, run!”
It wasn’t them that was running to us. It was them.
The infected
They had now blocked our way out. 
   “Mason come on, Mason, we need to get to this house!”
   “Cal!” I heard again
   “Please please please,” I cried
I heard gun shots that were fired by them
But 
They were still coming for us. One had fallen, but it wasn’t enough. We reached the house.
Please open
Please open
Please open!
But it wouldn’t open. 
The door
WOULD. NOT. OPEN
We were trapped in the evil night. Trapped in the darkness that was swallowing us whole. The loud noises from the infected hitting our hearts with every sound that infested our ears.
   “I’m sorry Mason, I’m so sorry”
The bullets fired again
And again
And again
But, they still came for us. I could hear mom’s voice. I could hear the pain in Mason’s voice, but I could’nt see them. The only thing I could see was darkness and silhouettes
Which 
Made me
See something completely different.
   “Let go of me, bro,” he told
   “What?”
   “Let go!”
I felt him move away from my grasp and saw the outline of his body start moving forward
Toward them
   “Run!” He told
   “What’re you doing?!”
   “Saving you, now run!”
They were here
And then…

Graham Jackson Season 2 Episode Eight 

Survivors of the Z’s- Graham Jackson, Nottingham, UK

The road was long and merciless. I could feel the cold colours making their way through into our world
My world
Where my family and I had lived always. The world used to have a blue sky to it. Now the sun seemed to be setting permanently and a forever- black- sky looked like the sky we would be looking at from now on. We travelled fast and gazed at the people going by. Each one was running. Running from the infected, what used to be, men and women. Screams from both ends.
The infected screaming after them
The people screaming, crying. Desperately trying to escape them. Some ran onto the road.  
   “Shit!”
Evelyn swerved. She tried not to him them and we just missed them by inches. My heart pounded like a machine gun. Each beat cracked into my rib cage.
   “Mummy!” One of the girls cried
We zoomed right and saw more of them. The shopping centre was in sight
In full view
And we saw the masses of people flooding the streets with their screams and bellows. It was an earthquake of chaos. An horrendous scene. A moment that would stay in your mind forever. 
Kids running away without their families and being chased. We had to swerve once more. To try and not hit them. It was hard to watch. It was like watching a massicre unfold right in front of our eyes.
MAYHEM
It seemed what ever this thing was, was spreading faster than a blink and the authorities were failing to contain it. 
Had they lost?
Had they lost control?
What I saw answered everything and my answer was 
YES
They had lost control. 
And now we were going to suffer. This was our home and now all of a sudden it was being catapulted into
What felt like
A fucking computer game. Everything seemed to be falling a part. It was happening too fast. Like a flip story in a notepad. 
In turbo speed and soon. It was going to be over before we knew it. The world as we know it…
GONE
   “All these people,” she said, “I can’t look”
I looked her way. She looked dead straight.
Away from the gruesome picture to the right of us. Some people tended to be waving to us. I heard some of them shouting
    “Help us, please help us!”
She forced herself not to look as she guided us away from the cruelty. 
   “Can we leave them here, why aren’t I stopping to help?”
   “We have to get back, if we stop it’ll be all over”
   “I feel so cruel, I feel like humanity has been sucked out of me, I should stop, but I’m choosing not to”
   “Say if we do stop and they’re bitten, what then?”
   “I”-
   “Then we get surrounded and become one of them and the kids…”
I hoped she wouldn’t stop. I hoped to the heavens that the guilt she was feeling wasn’t going to overpower her and have her pull the car over. 
Inside 
I had my fingers crossed
Outside
I kept my eyes on the surroundings.
Where the people ran. 
I looked on and winced at the sight. Some of the people that were running had turned on the others that were running beside them. We saw it all. My angel shuck with fear at the sight.
   “Keep it together, we’re fine, they can’t get to us”
More helicopters then flew over our heads. I watched them go over us. It was turmoil where we once were. Even though we were out of the hole with bloodied teeth. I had an inkling that it wasn’t going to be the last of it. 
It didn’t matter how far we drove 
How far we would’ve ran
Or
Maybe
How far we could fly
This thing
This disease
Was in the US. It was everywhere, so it didn’t matter where we went. We were going to end up fighting for our lives once again. 
   “I want to go to grandma’s,” Michelle said
   “We won’t be long honey, mummy is going as quick as she can”
Army jeeps flew passed us. They were there and then they were gone. The men and women had their guns at the ready, but I figured they were fighting a losing battle. That was my gut feeling. 
   “We’re nearly there guys,” I said
The army kept coming and coming. I looked and saw more down the road. A long line making their way into the town centre. Then we were out of sight and we couldn’t see them anymore.  To the left of me was a large field with astroturf football pitches on them and as we drove further. We spotted more people running in the distance. 
   “Oh, that little boy,” she said
I felt it
I felt the pain and the guilt that she was feeling. I watched the boy being chased by them and they weren’t that far behind. 
Where were his parents?
Were they dead?
Were they alive?
How long was he going to last?
Would this be a good time to stop the car?
What about my granddaughters?
Should we risk it?
   “What do I do dad?” She asked, “should I stop the car, should we save him?”
She was quickly glancing at me for guidance. I felt the pressure. I had to make my mind up quick.
Drive passed?
OR…
Stop?

Teddy Baker Season 2 Episode Eight 

Survivors of the Z’s – Teddy Baker, outside Wales

We were in the middle of nowhere now and we had left it all behind us. We had escaped. From the edge of madness. We had managed to hold on tight and climb back up onto the mountain where we were about to fall from. It was a long way down. A ten second drop and at the end of that drop were the heads that would tear you apart 
Bit
By 
Bit
If you fell. But, we didn’t fall. We were still there catching every breath that was 
NEARLY
Impossible to catch. 
Looking at each other in shock.
We had survived
We were still alive
But
I knew one thing. Deep down Inside of me and it was growing bigger and bigger. What ever this thing was… it was just getting started.
   We had gathered enough space between them and us, I needed a breather, “Stop stop”
I loosened my grip and let Jack and Lianne take a few steps a way from me. I was out of breath and so were the others. Trees surrounded us now with lots and lots of greenery. We all fell back on to the trees. Lianne stayed standing. Looking left and right. Apprehension written all over her innocent face. Her face a shadow of once was a happy face. A face that was always laughing.
Joking
Playing
A face that once played games in the garden with a friend or on her own. Letting her imagination run free. A face that was never going to be sad… until now.
Jack was different though. He was a subdued character that never shared with us. Talking wasn’t his strongest attribute. He was clever
SMART
A kid beyond his years. A kid that was interested in things no other kid his age would’ve been interested in. Smiling was rare with him. 
He grinned sometimes. Sometimes he’d laugh at weird stuff like how he didn’t notice what was wrong with the computer he was trying to fix
Or 
How he’d ask me or his mother to give him a hard question and the question we gave him was too easy. You know. Stuff like that. He always wanted his mind stimulating. 
   Elijah was shaking, in disbelief, “horrible, so horrible, this shouldn’t be happening”
   “Elijah,” I said
   “This is fucked up, what the hell is going on?”
   “Elijah!” 
He looked at me. Looking like a child who was just about to be punished by his father.
   “Calm down,” I told
I didn’t want my children to feel any worse. I didn’t want my children to be swallowed into the hole that was below us. At the moment we were on the edge of it and we needed to slowly walk away and that meant to keep calm. 
   “How can I calm down?” he cried, he got up, put his hands on his hips and looked up to the sky, “they were defenseless, we could’ve done something”
   “No, you could’ve done something, I’m not risking my families life”
   “I miss mine,” he began to cry into his hands, “I can’t survive this, I want my family back, my mum, my dad… my sister”
   “Get a grip, they aren’t coming back, you have to deal with that”
   “What if I can’t, what if I want to die, if this is how the world is going to be, what’s the point?”
I thought about it for a breif moment. A brief moment where I took a glimpse into the future of the world and what I saw
Well
I saw fear. My children frightened in every moment. Every moment we lived we were living in a puddle of blood. I saw my children running with me doing my best to protect them
BUT…
Sooner or later something would’ve happened where I wasn’t able to protect them anymore. 
I was either killed away from them where they would’nt have seen a thing. OR. I was killed trying to protect them and they would see me getting shredded by the hands of those things.
NO!
It wasn’t worth thinking about
NO!
That wasn’t going to happen 
NO!
We were going to stay alive no matter what! 
I got up on to my feet and tried to think
Think long
Think hard
Think until I came up with something that would’ve led us away from the chaos that was far but wasn’t. I needed a solution. 
Lianne came and sat beside me. Her head was planted on my shoulder whilst Jack stood away from me. He sat down in the middle playing with plants and sticks. Uprooting them and breaking them in two, three and four.
The stem and the rest of the plant dead in a second. Just like everything else was soon to be.
   “I will get you out of here, sweety,” I told her
I watched Elijah crying into his hands and I watched Jack playing with the plant he’d just killed. The difference was phenominal. Nothing seemed to have bothered him. I had to talk to him. He had just killed somebody. Surely deep down inside it was eating at him. 
   I got up and walked over to him and sat down beside him, “hey,” I said, “What you did back there, you saved your dad’s life, so don’t ever think that was the wrong thing to do, because it wasn’t, we’re family and family look out for each other, we’re in this together son,” I put my hand on his shoulder, “I love you son, I will always protect you, both of you and I will do anything, and I mean anything, to keep you safe… I will give my own life for you”
He got up and walked away without saying a word. I looked at the floor and noticed something. A word shaped by the twigs on the ground
It said…
HATE

Rhonda Gedling Season 2 Episode Eight

Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, outside Colorado

The gun had fired and my world stayed dusky. My eyes still dark from the moment I thought I was going leave this world. 
My eyes 
Still closed 
And when I heard the shot I thought I wouldn’t be able to open them again.
BUT 
I could still hear. I could still hear the snippets of wind around me. I could still hear my mom’s voice and I could also hear the man crying. I opened my eyes and it felt like I was reborn. Like I was  thankful, but I was also slightly dissapointed that I wasn’t dead. That I had passed on from the horrendous world. Like I had made a step to seeing my sister again. Like I was about to knock on the door that had my sister behind it. 
My everything
The only person who I actually loved, but it wasn’t meant to be; I opened my eyes anyway
And then
I knew
I had to carry on. I had to save this man who was trying to end his own life. 
   “You didn’t do it,” I said
   “No,” he said, “no I didn’t”
   “Why?” I asked, “why didn’t you?”
   “Because I’m not an arsehole, now turn your ass around lady and let me be, before I change my mind”
   “I can’t do that,” I told, “I’m not leaving you alone”
   “You don’t even fucking know me,” his anger showing, “lady, leave me alone, you don’t need to be here, I am not your problem, do you understand?” he slapped his palm on to his chest, loudly, “THIS. IS NOT. YOUR. PROBLEM!”
   Mom’s hand touched my shoulder, “Lets go, Rhonda”
   “Get off me,” I told, “let me do this”
I put my hands up. My face showed sympathy
Concern
I felt like I had to do it. To save this man from what ever was inside of him that was making him do it. 
   “What’s your name?” I asked
   He held the gun in one hand and let it hang there, like it was asleep, like it was waiting to be woken up, “Gordon,” he said, it was a big effort for him
   “My names Rhonda,” I said
   “I don’t give a fuck who you’re,” he said, “you have no fucking idea what’s just happened to me, you just turn up and think you can solve a problem that you can’t see, you can’t see it and you won’t be able to because you do don’t understand!”
   “I lost my sister,” I said, “that’s a problem that I can see and right now I’m trying to stop somebody else from dying, somebody that I saw whilst I was driving down here in need and that person is you, Gordon”
   “I’m sorry about your sister,” he said, “I’m sorry about everything, about how this world is turning into shit, but you telling me that won’t…” he turned around and went quiet
   “Won’t what?” I asked
He didn’t say a word. Which made me think. 
That gun shot?
The blast I had heard earlier? 
That must’ve been the reason why he was smothered in blood?
I breathed heavily and walked into the RV. Something didn’t feel right. Something had hit me 
Suddenly
As I walked into its body. I looked right and saw the drivers seat with the long road in front and the blue skies with the desolate surroundings. 
Then…
I looked left at the dining area, kitchen and, bedroom, which was tinted in blood
Yes 
BLOOD
I looked at the floor of the bedroom and saw a man’s body facing the ceiling
HEADLESS 
   “Holy shit”
I Iooked on the bed.
Three bodies were laid down Side by side
Facing upwards. 
One woman and two young girls.
I put my hand to my mouth and felt my heavy breaths rebounding from my palm. I walked closer and saw holes in their heads with a pistol placed at the end of the bed. 
   “My god,” I spoke
   “We were attacked,” he suddenly spoke from behind me, “they were bit, all of them, I tried to save them, but I could’nt, we managed to get away and thats when I noticed that they’d been bit, I had to do it, I could’nt let them turn, I could’nt let them turn into one of those things”
   “You did the right thing,” I said
   “Did I?” He doubted, “they’re dead because of me, I’m their father and husband, it’s my job to protect them and I didn’t”
   “You said you tried”
   “Not hard enough”
He grabbed the gun from the end of the bed and looked at it. 
   “They were my little girls,” he said, “so young and beautiful, had their whole lives ahead of them and then bang, it was taken away”
   “They wouldn’t want you to kill yourself, they would want you to live on,” I explained, “my sister hasn’t long been dead, 
   “How did she die?”
   “She was stabbed, right in front of me”
   “I’m sorry”   
   “Don’t be, it isn’t your fault,” I said, “she turned into one of those things later on and I had to shoot her and ever since then I’ve wanted to die, each time I think about ending my life I think of my sweet sister, I think how she would’ve wanted me to carry on and thats the only thing that’s stopped me from ending it”
I looked to the floor again at the headless body
   “Who was that?” I asked
   “My dad,” he told, “he was an arsehole”   
Things went silent
Until…   
   “Thank you, Rhonda” he said, “your words have helped, can I have some time alone with them?”
   “Sure, just give me the guns”
He gave me the guns. I walked out  into the sun’s hot stare and saw mom standing beside the car.  
   “Is he alright?” She asked
   “I hope so”

Time went on and I went back inside to see if he was ok.Tears rolled down my face
SUDDENLY
I had found him laying on the bed 
Facing upwards
Just like his wife and two little girls
DEAD
He had cut his throat with a knife that was now on the floor coated in red. Next to his father. His hand hung on the edge of the bed.
   “Fuck,” I spoke
I spotted a note on top of a small dresser. I picked it up and it read
                      
            Thank you Rhonda
            May you stay living

Cal Moore Season 2 Episode Eight 

Survivors of the Z’s- Cal Moore, Ashford City California

We sat down at the same tree as before staring upwards at the glistening night sky.   
   “I worry about you, that’s all,” I told
   “Worrying isn’t going to help, I can’t sleep bro and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep again”
The stars were much clearer now. Each one shone. Each one blinked at us. Each one sparkled as bright as the next one. It was beautiful. 
Somehow
Somewhere in my mind
I kind of preffered it this way
To be no street lights
To be no sounds
QUIET
Then I could look at them 
Gaze deeply at the stars
And think about the planets far far away. Then I would imagine myself walking around on that planet with my loved ones. 
Safe
Without these monsters chasing us everywhere we went.
   “Then I won’t sleep either”
   “Ok, but I know sooner or later you’ll be shutting those eyes”
   “Thats not going to happen”
   “What do you thinks going to happen?” He asked
I paused
The question lingered over me. A voice at one end told me to tell him how I felt. How I thought he was going to commit suicide. How I felt he was going to think ending his own life would let him see his parents again. Perhaps it would. Perhaps it wouldn’t. 
I mean…
Who knew right until you were actually passed deaths door?
Would that be a good move? 
To tell him the truth?
OR…
Would that make him think that I thought he was weak?
The other voice told me to lie to him. To lie to my best friend.
He waited for an answer. 
   “Don’t…” I struggled, “don’t kill yourself, please, that’s why I don’t wanna leave you alone, because that’s what I thinks going to happen, I think I’m gonna find you laying there or something, dead”
He didn’t say a word. Just looked at me. Carried on looking and looking until he looked at the stars again. With him not saying a word made me think that I had said the wrong thing. I felt bad. I felt like he thought
I thought
He was weak. If that makes sense it was something I wanted to avoid of course. With him thinking that. I truly imagined it was going to drive him further deeper into the gigantic hole he was already in.
   “Do you think I’ll see them again if I did?” He asked
What do I say to that?
I breathed deeply and thought about it hard.
   “If you did, do you think they’d want to know that you’d killed yourself?”
   “I don’t care, I want to see them, I want to see my mom and dad again”
   “But, killing yourself isn’t the right way to go about it”
   “The fuck do you know?” He said
   “I just do”
   “How?” 
   “Because killing yourself is wrong!”
   “So, you’d rather have me get eaten alive by one of those things?!”
   “No, I”-
   “There’s no other way for me to die, I’d rather do it myself than be killed by one of them”
   “Please, Mason”
   “Please what?”
   “Don’t, you’re my best friend, I don’t know what I’ll do without you”
   “You have your parents, I don’t, least you’ll have them”
   “But I won’t have any friends, not like you”
It was true. All of it. It wouldn’t be like something I’d just forget about
BANG 
Erase from my memory like an unforgettable moment from a page from a boring book. 
OH NO
This guy was like family. A brother that I never had. A brother that I had always wanted.  
   “How can someone live without family?” He asked, “how can somebody live without their mom and dad?”
   “I don’t know, but I can’t lose you”
   “Anyone can die, my parents are”
He got up and walked away. I followed him. Every step the cool breeze was felt on my young face and the feeling was pleasant. We carried on walking with no words spoken. 
   He then stood next to the large wall where lined up trees were settled, “Check this out,” he whispered, “I heard it earlier”
   “What?” I asked
He climbed up on to the trees. I was a little weary about it. With the state of mind he was in. I was paranoid
ON EDGE
That he would do something stupid. 
   “Come on,” he muttered, “have a look, but be quiet”
I climbed up as silent as I could. I nearly fell and luckily Mason caught me. He helped me up and I balanced next to him. Holding on to the branch whilst balancing on the wall. 
   “Down there,” he said
I looked down. It was pretty damn dark, but I could see them just a little.
   “Listen,” he said
I could already hear them and what I heard wasn’t anything to smile about
No way near
Nowhere close
   “Isn’t it amazing how close we’re, death feels so close, but it can’t touch us”
There silhouettes could be seen and there noises could be heard. It was a big drop down. I began to feel my nerves shoot through me and my legs become boneless.
   “I’m not liking this,” I said, “I’m getting down”
   “They can’t get us”
   “I don’t care, I’m getting down”
   “You’re such a pussy”
   “Fuck you, if I fall that’s it”
   “You won’t fall”
    “I don’t care, I’m getting down”
I went to climb down and the moment I turned my back. I heard him.
   “Shit, Cal!”
He had fallen
   “Mason!”
   “Ahh, Cal, help I can’t move, I think I’ve broken my leg!”
   “I’m coming!”
   “Hurry, they’re coming!”
My heart pounded. I ran. I had to get to him
FAST…

Graham Jackson Season 2 Episode Seven

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Survivors of the Z’s- Graham Jackson, Nottingham, UK

The screams were deafening.
Oh the screams
They were everywhere
Gun fire was everywhere
Blasts from the guns picking off every infected person that sprinted toward them
The army was of many men and women and the infected seemed to be falling. They were winning the fight. It seemed to be coming to an end
We hoped
   We were out of the way now, “Keep going,” I said
We kept going and going until we were far away. We stopped and rested against the walls.
I panted
Put my hands on my knees and let my heart rate slow down. I looked to the side whilst I tried to steady my breathing. Looked back to the place where we just were. Where we were running for our lives. Where we were witnessing death in every direction our eyes swept. I walked toward the kids.
   “Come here girls,” I said
Eveyln came and we all hugged. I felt all their emotions wash over me like a waterfall. Our tears drenched our feet and the ground we stood on. We were all drained. Our heads full of the madness. The girls minds were now lost in a forest of horror and it was now mine and Evelyn’s job to put the puzzle of the blue sky and the sun with the smiley face back together.
   “I don’t want to die mummy,” Katelyn sobbed
   “We aren’t going to die honey, mummy and grandad are here, we will protect you, I promise”
Screams of desperation were heard and more gunfire came after. It was happening again. After a short period where things tended to be calming down. Things were picking up again.
   “Lets go,” I said, “come on, let’s get to the car”
The car wasn’t far away. It was in a car park, but we had to go back in the direction where we just ran from.
   “This way, come on,” I said
   “No wait, there’s another way, we can’t go back there, follow me”
We went forward and cut through a walkway. We hurried through it. Passing many eateries, cafes and bars. A large circular space that looked like it would’ve been packed with the young and the old on this hot day was in the middle of it all
A few bodies laid there
Some yelling in pain
Some not making any noise at all
Some jittering
And some…
Unmoved
I kept my eyes on them until we were a safe distance
   I stayed behind them and my angel led the way, “wait wait,” she said
We stayed close to the wall. I peeped around and saw a few of the diseased sprinting after a man. He cried out for somebody to help him.
They caught up with him
And the end result was devastating
   “We can’t go that way, they will see us”
A sudden bellow then made me rethink. I looked around and saw where it was coming from. The same bodies that were flat faced on the ground earlier were now up and they were coming straight for us
   “Shit, move!” I told
   “Mummy!” Michelle cried
I grabbed Michelle and Evelyn grabbed Katelyn. We ran with them passed the ones that were busy eating their pray.
   “Don’t look back, keep moving!”
I could see the carpark
It was close
But not close enough to touch
My legs and mind were exhausted and I was running on reserves. It had felt like I had been running for days with a backpack filled with my families heavy hearts.
We got to the carpark. We rushed through to the lower levels hearing every hasty heavy steps echo off the walls.
Then
It was there turn for their footsteps to be heard
To bombard our ears
With the screams chasing us
Left
Right
Where was the car again?
   “Where is it?” Eveyln said
We carried on going down
Left
Right
Left
Right
Still looking for our car.
   “There!” I told, “come on!”
We sprinted toward it. She quickly unlocked the door and we rushed in. Gasping for air. Their screams were heard and then they were there. The girls screamed.
The car started
Closer
And closer
And closer
She moved the car forward and we rushed away and as the car moved they banged into the car. I watched them tearing at the back of it.
The girls screamed in fright
They tried to grab hold of the car with their grotesque hands.
One of them
Which was a woman that looked my age
She was in tatters
She made eye contact with me.
And the fear I felt was undescribable
We zoomed up the narrow corners and I watched them sprinting after us.
   “Where’re they?”
   “You’re doing fine, just keep doing what you’re doing”
The engine revved crazily as we went up each floor.
Just one more floor to go and we were out onto the road and home free.
   “Just one more floor, keep going, they’re far behind us now”
I kept calm and guided her. Inside of me was in the middle of an earthquake, but I could’nt show that to her or that wouldve meant game over. My body shivered and I could’nt let that take control of me. She needed my voice calm and collected.
We were finally out. I felt the fear and pain wash out of me. The narrow corners that we had to turn to get out were behind us now and we had finally hit the large city roads.
Home free
We hoped

Teddy Baker Season 2 Episode Seven

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Survivors of the Z’s – Teddy Baker, Bromley, outside Wales

I just had to do it
I just…
Had too
I didn’t let my dark side take over and leave them behind. I just shook myself out of it and let myself think enough to know what I was about to do was wrong
Or was it wrong?
Or was it right?
Was it right to risk my children’s lives by waiting that extra more to help people in need?
Was it right to even think about helping them in the first place?
I was on a path that ended and the only ways to go were either left or right. I chose the right turn which led to floods of water that was already deep. I just had to hope that it wouldn’t begin to mix with the colour red.
   “Hurry!” Elijah begged
Not many steps to go now. I felt the old man’s hatred against me as I helped. Touching him. Touching the man I just tried to kill and now I was helping him. A feeling I could’nt quite grasp. A feeling that was either up or down.
The door
Was in reach
JUST. A FEW. MORE. STEPS.
I reached out my arm to help us up the steps to the door and heard the bellows from their infected souls tear at my ears. Every second felt like a game of chance. A game where you rolled the dice and it had to be the highest number possible. The old man winced In pain with every step.
Then finally
The last step was took and we could get inside.
   “Close the door!”
Old man Frank was taken by Margeret and he slowly fell to the ground with her aiding him. Jack slammed the door and the door banged heavily into him. They were at the door, but only a few.  A gut feeling then told me it wouldn’t be long until the area would be in tatters. A place where nothing but blood and rotted skin would live to tell the tail of the nightmare that occurred that day.
What once was the perfect place to live.
Nice houses
Nice life
Nice people
Out of the way.
Was now catching up with the rest of us. A soon- to- be- ruin and for who ever survived
Mentally and
Physically
Would come out different in the dawn of this grotesque new planet of ours. Nobody was going to be sane after this…
NOBODY
I looked out of the window and I could see that they had scattered and the other houses were now going to have unexpected guests.
   Another bang at the door and the others jumped, “who knew it would end like this,” said Margaret
Margaret held Frank in her arms on the ground. She looked up at the sky like somebody was going to help her.
Give her strength
HOPE
She then noticed me looking at her and the look she gave me back was of disgust
Of loathing
I turned to Elijah who stared at the door like he was waiting for his curtain to raise and behind that curtain would be a crowd of figures in black hooded cloaks.
I turned to my kids and realised what I had to do. My body changed into something else. Into my other self. If it came to the worst I would fight the fuckers.
   “Elijah, wake up!” I told
I needed him. I needed his big body and the force of it to aid me.
   “Frank, talk to me Frank please, Frank!”
For what I gathered the old man had bled out
Passed on
Margaret sobbed and her grand cheeks were flooded and the wrinkles were turned into rivers.
Suddenly
In what probably felt like a click of the thumb
Their world was torn apart
   “You can’t die, you can’t leave me, Frank!”
   I grabbed Jack and Lianne, “Elijah!” I shouted, “lets go”
   “We can’t leave her here!”
   “We have no damn choice, you either come or you don’t, I’m going!”
   “She’s helpless, she can’t survive!”
   “Then it’s best if she doesn’t!”
The windows smashed. They were in and Elijah finally made up his mind. Four of them exploded through the window and roared straight toward us.
Their clothes
Torn to bits
Their skin…
Shredded
The only look I got of them was of the final look of the room Margaret and a deceased Frank sat in.
   She screamed whilst she hugged her dead husband tight, “Ahhhhh!”
We had already gone. Out of one door which led down a coridoor full with family photos what must’ve been their grandchildren and children and maybe great grandchildren. The coridoor was long and the door looked too far where
That one second counted.
But seconds were dying fast in the long coridoor.
   “Wait wait,” I said
I looked out of the door which led to the large backgarden. A big Green house sat in the corner of it and a large shed sat on the other side. Flowers were neatly placed and the grass was perfectly cut. It was a beautiful garden. Nothing was there, so it was safe to go. The things I could hear were the distressing voices echoing in the chaos.
   “Lets go,” I said
We scurried out of the door. The screams followed us across the greenery and toward the back gate. With my children by my side and Elijah behind us. We left the screams behind
We hoped

Rhonda Gedling Season 2 Episode Seven

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Survivors of the Z’s- Rhonda Gedling, outside Colorado

The road was blank and it felt like I was driving blind with a blindfold wrapped around my eyes. I could’nt get it off. No matter how much I tried. I just couldn’t get the fucking thing off.
The car was silent on the long road to nowhere.
Left
Right
Up
Down
The options were open and each option probably had shit on the road and the shit was impossible to avoid. You was going to tread in it either way. Doesn’t matter how far you stretched your leg. The space it covered was too broad and the blindfold was on me.
So either way
I was done for
That’s how I felt
   “Do you know where we’re going?”
   “No,” I told, “can’t go back to New York”
She turned on the radio and incredibly a signal was still live. It played music that weirdly explained the way our lives were at that moment. The guitar was murky and slow and the only thing to go with the guitar was the dreary low sounding voice of the female singer. I could’ve closed my eyes and just listened to the song give me a sensation of darkness with no lights what so ever. When you feel a song, do you just want to blacken your vision and sit in an empty room with no other noises and just listen? That was me at that moment. Unfortunately I was driving and if I did that I would’ve ended not just mine, but my mom’s also. It’s not like we had anything to live for now. With a sky that was readying to rain skin. It was only a matter of time before we came into contact with those beasts once again.
   “Such a sad song,” she said
The landscape was blank. A blank canvas where I wished I could’ve taken my home from New York and place it right there and then.
My little Kingdom
My fortress
The place where I dreamt those dreams where I led a normal life.
I was the woman I wanted to be
I had a husband with beautiful children…
I just wanted it back.
   “It makes sense to how things are going,” I said
   “Lets change the channel, I feel like slitting my fucking wrists”
   “No, leave it, I like this song”
   “Ok, if you kill yourself later don’t blame me”
The crack of the window with the dried splattered blood faced me. It gave me the flashbacks that I desperately wanted to get rid of. The moment we rescued Mom
The moment we were surrounded by the diseased and everywhere I looked somebody was fighting for their lives and then the moment. The moment where the infected man jumped on to the front of the car.
His stare
His…
Bleeding eyes
It felt like they had grabbed my lungs and pressed hard on them. It was a moment that I wanted to forget, but the cracked window with the splattered dry blood
Unfortunately
Wouldn’t allow that
We drove and drove and drove with nothing passing us by. Nothing but a blank canvas with mountains in the distance.
And then
   “Hey, do you see that?” She said
I looked and saw an RV parked up at the side of the road. I kept looking and a sudden blast of a gun sounded. I jumped with fright. A thin bearded man of average height then came out with a shot gun. His shirt was ripped and blood was doused all over it. I stopped the car not so far away and gazed at him.
   “What’re you doing?” Mom asked, “Rhonda, answer me, this guy looks crazy, what ever you’re thinking forget about it, Rhonda, please”
His back was against the RV now. He began banging his head against it.
And then
He began to bawl
He then breathed and took the shotgun and placed it underneath his chin
   “No,” I said, “hey!!”
I got out the car and shouted
   “Rhonda, no!” Mom cried
   “Hey!” I begged
   “Get away from me!” He told
You may be thinking that the decision I had made was wreckless
Stupid
But, I had a feeling that said otherwise. A feeling where I had to try and stop him. You might’ve left him to it, but me. That’s not the way I am. Have you ever looked at somebody. You might not have known them. It could be somebody walking passed you or something like that and you get a feeling when you catch their gaze. The feeling of.
The person is strong, weak, crazy or kind. I’ve always gotten that feeling with people
And
That guy didn’t tick the box of crazy. Not ticking the box of crazy leads to me not being in any danger what’s so ever.
   “You don’t want to do this,” I said
   “Get the fuck away from me”
He pointed the gun at me.
Yes
He pointed the gun at me.
Maybe I was wrong?
Maybe I had led myself into this moment?
Maybe I wanted to find this guy who I believed wasn’t crazy?
Maybe
Just…
MAYBE
I wanted him to shoot me. I wasn’t really in the greatest of mindsets to be judging people’s personalities.
I heard the car door slam behind me and my Mom shouting.
   “Rhonda!”
In an echo, but I just kept walking toward him. I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. Just pull the fucking trigger already and get it over with and let me see my sister again.
   I put my arms up into the air, “go on, pull it!”
I closed my eyes…
The trigger was pulled

Cal Moore Season 2 Episode Seven

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Survivors of the Z’s- Cal Moore, Ashford City, California

I walked across the large green garden. The soft winds blew the grass that was nicely cut, but soon it would be overgrown in the world that was the future and didn’t seem like the good change we needed was going to happen anytime soon
Or…
Never
There were only a few army guys around. Ones that I could see. I overheard them talking about things that I really wanted to understand but seemed too scared to touch. Too scared to see the wider scale.
How was it really?
How much of the world had collapsed in the wake of this deadly virus?
They spoke about how major cities were crumbling. With each passing second somebody
Who they thought was dead
was coming back to life and killing innocent people
Eating innocent people
They carried on talking and spoke about hospitals and how they were being overrun with these things all over the world and what people thought was just a common cold in households
Well
It wasn’t
It was the disease that was  transforming the human race into the creatures that I had witnessed right in front of my very eyes. It just hadn’t started properly yet. It was just getting warmed up. They then spoke about their families
How they missed them
How they wanted to see them
Hug their wives
Make love to their wives
Kiss their children goodnight
Instead…
They were in this shit hole fighting what they thought was a lost cause
A fight they can’t win
They had lost many and they were losing more
   “How long shall we wait?” One said
He was young, tall and strong, he held his gun tight whilst he looked at the the older man in front of him, who, was smaller, but looked more menacing, he was also tired, I could see it in his eyes.
   “As long as it takes, it’s too dangerous at the moment, there’s more of them and way too few of us”
I passed them all
All the words that gave me vibes that I didn’t want. Non of the words they spoke brought anything into a positive.
Just more nightmerish images
More pictures of these things
I slowly walked toward Mason who didn’t even aknowledge me one bit. He just looked into space. I knew what he was thinking and I knew he didn’t want me there, but I had to be there.
I had to
I slid down the tree and sat next to him, but not too close and not too far. Just enough to let him know I was there if he needed to talk. It was quiet for awhile. All there was to hear were the leafs on the trees shifting in the breeze and the words in the background from the soldiers. I looked around in deep thought.
Thinking of what to say
I spotted my dad coming down the driveway with Ray and into the house where mom stood to greet him. The house was large and modern.
Fancy
We was obviously in a rich area, but not so rich anymore.
   “I don’t want to talk,” he said
   “You don’t have to”
   “Then why’re here?”
   “Can’t I sit next to you?”
   “You can, but I don’t want to have a conversation”
   “Like I said, you don’t have to”
It went quiet again. I looked around some more and decided to stare at the windows of the house. I took my gaze upwards and spotted Hannah gazing out at one of them. The windows were large. Like a church, but with no patterns. She looked like the rest of us.
Tired
Sorrowful
Spent…
I looked at her, but she didn’t notice me. She then turned and walked away from the window. Probably to her little brother.
   “I saw everything,” he finally spoke
It came suddenly
Unexpectedly
I had lost all hope of him saying anything
And then
He did
And it was a pleasure to hear because I was starting to believe that he was lost
That I had lost my friend for good, but now he was getting it off his chest. He didn’t let it burn him inside. 
   “You don’t have to, bro,” I said
   “No, no I want to, just let me talk,” he told
   “Ok”
Still… he didn’t look at me
Still… I could’nt see his eyes that I knew were teary
He was facing away from my eyes, but hearing his words was enough
   “It happened right in front of me, I saw it all, Cal, I saw it all, my parents being eaten in front of my eyes and all I could do was scream in the back seat, I heard there cries, I heard everything, from the biting, the crying… everything and I… I did nothing”
   “There’s nothing you could’ve done, Mason”
   “I want them back, I want them here with me, I can’t live without them bro, I can’t, I’m alone now with no family”
   “You have us”
   “No!” He shouted, his face was a picture of anger, frustration and sadness all rolled into one, “I’m alone, what’s the point in being alive”
   “You don’t mean that, please, Mason”
He stood up and walked away. Leaving me sitting there by the tree. I wanted to follow him
But
Something told me not to
Something told me it would only make it worse. I breathed in deep and felt the symphathy I was feeling for him and it was strong
And then
I thought
If that’s how I felt
How would he be feeling
Then I knew he couldn’t be left alone. I had to watch his every move, because if I didn’t. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be those things that would kill him
It would be…
Him

Graham Jackson Season 2 Mid- Season Premiere 

Survivors of the Z’s- Graham Jackson, Nottingham, UK

My old body and mind rushed through the tight spaces the panicking crowed had to offer. Only short spaces occurred in a small window and I had to squeeze through them. I told Evelyn to try her best to fight the tide that was all over the place.
   “I’m coming, Evelyn!”
I breathed and kept my strength 
I pushed through it. 
Energy running low
Anxiety draining me
But I had to stay strong
I reached her with struggling breath and grabbed her and the kids and we put all of our strength into forcing our way through the crowd
Just me and them 
Nobody else mattered 
We were going to get out of there and I was going to do what ever it took to get them away safely. If it meant me risking my own life. I was ready to do so. 
   “Keep going!” I begged
Our arms and shoulders did the rest of the talking. Forcing our way passed panicked faces. Hearing screaming at the back of us
That only meant one thing
The infected had gotten into the crowd and it was only a matter of time until the virus reached us. I looked around for anything
Any doors
Any alleys 
Nothing
Nothing at all
   “Shit,” I muttered
We carried on and kept my eyes focused to the front with glances over at Evelyn and the kids from time to time
   “Don’t slow down,” I told, “we’re close”
The road we ran on was closed in. Busses that were stationed made it harder to move around because of the small amount of space. The buses couldn’t move because of the waves of people. Everything was cramped
The crowds were squashed on the narrow road. Each second a body rammed into us with a scream and from time to time. A child could be seen running with their hands grasping their parents. 
Their faces
In a state of shock
Confusion
It was suffocating. 
Relentless 
Nothing more than an atomic bomb ready to explode. Nothing more than a scream in my head wanting to let itself out. But, I could’nt scream. 
I couldn’t cry
I couldn’t beg
I couldn’t stop and stare at the nightmare all around. I had to get my family out of there. I had to.
I just
HAD TO
   “Daddy!” I heard 
I looked to my right and saw a family get destroyed. One of them had gotten hold of a man close by. 
Then 
I looked behind me
Then
I saw them
All of them
Prowling through the crowds of hopeless people. 
The police
The army
Were all over the place. Guns went off in apprehension. Firing at will. In hope. But, there were too many of them. The words that were written on the face of the living. With each one I glanced at. It was the end for them. It was the end of everything we knew. 
I felt it
Deep in my veins. Cursing through every part of my body. A rush of blood to the head which caused a dizziness. 
   “Dad!” 
I saw her 
Her face a picture of fear. That face again prompted me to acting out what I had to do as a father and grandfather.
Get them the hell out of dodge
It was looking darker by the minute. The crowd had been penetrated by the infected.
A tormenting feeling in my stomach
People being ripped apart all around and it was just a matter of time until they came for us. 
It was inevitable 
Anything could happen
ANYTHING
No rules applied now
   “Dad!”
It was then I knew that our glass had been cracked and soon the hands of these disgusting creatures would be clawing at us. We were surrounded by bodies. Screaming coming from all over the place.
An infected here
An infected there
Then some were looking at us then running over. 
   “Fuck,” I said, “run!”
   “Dad!”
   “I’m right behind you, go!”
The kids cried. I caught there eyes and my heart burst with emotion when I saw the looks on their faces. 
They 
The infected
Were getting closer as we ploughed through with all our might into where the living still ran. I didn’t want to look behind me. Not this time.
   “Keep going, I’m still here!”
We were close
Closer
And closer
I heard something and looked up into the sky and saw helicopters. I looked forward and saw more of the army and police appear. 
We were saved
We were going to be rescued
We were going to be taken away from all of this
A sudden knock back in focus allowed an infected to dive on to me from the side and knocked me into the window of a building beside me
   “Dad!” 
   “Keep moving!” I demanded, “get the kids out of here!”
It clawed at me
A huge chunk of its neck was missing. Blood gunging out of it. But
What once was a man that probably had a family. 
NOW
Was nothing more than a creature that couldn’t feel no pain. I pushed it away. 
Punched 
Kicked
Gouged at its eyes and felt the blood from them seep onto my hands.
   “Aaahhhhhh!” I cried
BUT…
It still came at me, but it was blinded. It clumpsily grabbed for me. I punched it hard and it toppled into the moving tide of anguish. 
Sometimes you saw the living
Sometimes you saw the dead
Mostly the living were heard screaming in agony
Cries tearing into my head
I moved forward fast and caught glimpses of Evelyn. 
She was fine
Meaning
I would be too
I powered through and reached her just in time. The army came in and began taking them one by one.
We didn’t look back
We just kept moving forward away from the madness and probably into more of it

Teddy Baker Season 2 Mid- Season Premiere 

Survivors of the Z’s – Teddy Baker, Bromley, outside Wales

We had to hurry
We didn’t have time to blink twice
Across the fields were the beasts from hell that were yearning to end our lives. Shred us to bits with their disgusting teeth
Their grotesque mouths with piercing eyes above them
They were dead
And we were going to be if we didn’t hurry the fuck up. 
I could see it 
I could see it all
The cold- dead- hearts they had fuelling them with every step they trood.
No way were we going to end up like them
Not now, I thought
NOT TODAY
I brushed passed her and she tried to stop me
Screaming
Bewailing
She sat beside her husband. She tried to grab me and I shoved her off.
   “Don’t you dare go into our home!”
It was a fact that I didn’t give a fuck. I couldn’t care less if we… I
Shut the door on them and they would’ve ended up being dinner for the demons. 
   “Kids, lets go!”
I looked round and saw Elijah trying to help them.
   “Get off him!” She told
   “I’m trying to help”
   “What’re you doing?” I asked
   “This isn’t how it works,” he told, “we can’t just leave them out here, we have to help bring them inside”
I gazed at my children. 
And they gazed at me
Especially Jack
The two of them were sitting in a
dark cave with illuminated drawings of me killing people were on them
And they were sat down
Staring at every single one like a film in a cinema
And they were…
Shaking their heads at the drawings. I had to get them back onside. I had to give them something good to look at.
Bring them a torch in the dark
   “Ok, kids get inside now!”
   “You get away from him!”
   “What’s happening over there?” A man from across the road had come out of his home, he didn’t look happy, he was quite large and tall, a build to cause a problem, “who the fuck are you?”
   “This doesn’t concern you,” I said
   “The hell it don’t,” he said, he began crossed the road, “I don’t know who the fuck you’re, but I don’t like what you’re doing, move aside now”
   “Sean, he has a knife!”
   “He can try and use it,” he said
His frame suggested he could bench press a lot of weight. His large bold head that the sun shone off suggested he would pack a mean headbutt. 
His shirt was tight 
It showed the muscles he had
Big and mean
That’s what he was
   “Stay back,” I told, “you need to get back inside, you don’t want to be out here, trust me”
He looked at Jack and his face changed into a worried look
   “Frank, what the fuck”
I was ready for him to hit me. I was ready for the big fist he had to swing my way.
   He looked at my knife again and he clicked, the small simple brain he probably had in that large muscle body of his had finally realised, “you motherfucker!”
He came toward me and I launched the knife toward me. He grabbed me and clouted me straight in the face. I collapsed to the ground. I was now looking up at the big man.
I now needed somebody
And that was Elijah to get his ass into gear and help me out or this guy was going to kill me.
   “Elijah!”
He was on top of me. Every hit I could feel on my blocking arms. The force of each hit came through and hit me in the face 
Each time
My guard was broken everytime 
   “Elijah!”
The knife was gone. It wasn’t that far away.
But…
Far enough to not be able to grab it. 
And then…
From out of nowhere
   “Sean!”
His face changed from seeing red to seeing pain. His punches weren’t being pulled anymore. I wasn’t in trouble anymore. He was still on top of me, but he was still.
Back straight 
And then he fell on top of me. I moved him off and saw my son standing there with the knife
The same knife
His daddy’s knife
   “Jack,” I said
He didn’t say a word. He had rescued me. Lianne stood close to her brother.
Both
Looking like a shadow of their former selves. The art they were looking at in the dark cave. They had looked at it for far too long
And now
The influence could be seen
They had seen me doing these bad things and now it was normal to them
Was it?
Was it normal?
   “Give me the knife, Jack,” I told, I had to take it off him because he had froze.
Life drained away from the ‘CRIME’ he had just commited. Everybody was in shock with what they had seen, but time had ran out. Time had been swept from under us with only a little bit of carpet left.
They were here
Running straight toward us
   “Get inside!”
I grabbed my kids and looked over at Elijah trying to help the old man get on his feet, however it wasn’t happening. 
He wasn’t succeeding
   “Elijah!”
   “I can’t leave them!”
I was stuck in a circle that had roads going away from it each way I looked. Each held an answer to an action that was available to me, but there was only two roads that I could take.
Go back and help?
OR…
Leave him to the savages?