Survivors of the Z’s- Cal Moore, Ashford City, California
We ran away from the flames. We just kept moving. I looked around. Mason was to my right and Hannah and Zach were to my left. I looked back and saw my parents side by side.
“Keep going Cal!” Dad told, “just keep going!”
I looked forward
The fire felt close
Everywhere was threatened now
The smell was strong
I looked around and noticed the surrounding areas get set alight as well.
Hannah fired her gun
I looked her way and saw the diseased.
There were many
And they were coming our way
I looked on concerned, “oh no”
“This way!” Mom told
We ran toward the road and carried on down it. I looked back again to see if they were close.
We had lengthened the gap
But we couldn’t stop
We had to keep going
“Down here!” Hannah bellowed, “quickly… Zach, go!”
We turned down an alley
She turned, “move!” She told
She fired again
The diseased had closed the gap
They were coming in quick
Most of them were sprinters
We could hear there screams
Screaming for our blood
There were many houses. We tried many doors, but we couldn’t get in
“There’s somebody in there,” Mom told, “Hey!” She cried, “let us in, please!”
I looked and I caught a glimpse of the figure behind the unclear glass. It was just standing there.
It slowly came towards us
“Wait,” I said
It reached the glass and it’s hand pressed up against it. We could hear it’s groans
“It’s one of them,” she said
I looked at Mason
The fright on his face said it all
Hannah’s, mom’s, dad’s
We all looked like we were readying for the end
Hannah grabbed her gun and began firing, “fuck you!”
She cried out loud
She fired and some fell, but she weren’t going to kill them all.
“We need to move, come on!” Dad told
Once again we ran, but I felt my legs tiring.
How long could we go on for?
I looked around once more at everybody and I could tell.
They all felt the same way.
We were slowing down
And they were quickening
We turned another corner
down another street and like the majority of the streets we had passed. It was nearly empty.
What would’ve been a typical city street. Was now only inhabited by a few cars and one or two bodies that were torn apart
We ran down a back alley now
“Ahhh!” I heard
I looked around and saw my mom on the ground fighting an infected man that was holding her by the leg.
“Mother fucker!” Dad bellowed, “get off her!”
He kicked the side of its head
And it fell
We all ran to my mom’s aid and we all kicked repeatedly. Kicked it until there was nothing left.
“Zach, come here,” Hannah told
Dad reached down and took a gun from the bodies back pocket. We then heard their screams.
They were close
The ground we had gained was shortening once more
“Is there anything over that fence,” Dad breathed heavily
Mason jumped up and clinged at the top for a second, “no, there’s nothing there”
“Ok, climb over now, all of you, go!” Dad told
One by one we climbed over
I stayed, “you coming right?” I asked
“Yeah, we’re behind you,” Dad told
Dad helped me over and I landed in a small back yard with a swing close by and a dog kennel down at the bottom.
Mom came seconds after
Dad stayed over
“Jeffrey!” Mom shouted, “What’re you doing?!”
“I’ve gotta do this honey, I have to lead them away, they’ll keep following us no matter what, now go!”
“You’re not leaving us!”
I listened and a tear fell from my eye.
“Jeffrey!” She cried
I ran to the fence and tried climbing over, but mom stopped me.
“Leave it, Cal,” she told
“Let go of me!”
“He’s gone, he’s led them away, I’m sorry”
“Dad!” I screamed
I heard the gun from a far and as we hid behind the fence. The sounds of their running footsteps passed us.
“Over here!” Dad called
He fired the gun once more
“Come get me!”
Mom and I sat down beside the fense.
“Come here,” she told
I fell into her arms, “he can’t leave us mom,” I cried, “he can’t”
My vision went dark as I lent into the warmth of my mother.
I felt protected
Like a shield had suddenly appeared around me
“He did it for us,” she tried to stay strong, “I would’ve done the exact same thing, he just got there first, Cal”
“We need to go,” Hannah spoke
I looked up and saw one making its way out of the back door of the house.
It walked gingerly
A small woman around my mom’s age
Hannah wandered up to the kennel and picked up the chain next to it. She wrapped it around her knuckles and hit it hard in the head.
She hit again until it fell
She then got on top of it and repeatedly bashed the hell out of it
Mason and I looked at each other in shock as she just kept going.
“Hannah,” Mason said, “Hannah, I think it’s dead,” he walked up to her and caressed her shoulder, “Hannah, stop it… stop it”
He pulled on her and she pushed him away.
“Don’t touch me!” She cried
We all were standing at the edge.
Another safe house gone
Another way of life destroyed
The only question that stared into our anxious eyes was…
Safety, was it dead to us?