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

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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?

Rhonda Gedling Season 2 Mid-Season Premiere 

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

The room was small
Crammed 
Two single beds on either side with a window that showed the night sky in the middle of them. Stars shone slightly behind the light pollution and my sister and I
sat on our beds chilled. 
Staring at each other
Staring…
Still staring 
We were having a staring competition and none of us were giving in. Eyes watered. Eyes threatening to close
Then
   “Ha!” She said, “I won!”
   “You cheated,” I said
   “How did I cheat when I’m all the way over here?”
   “You always win”
   “Because I’m better”
I was now twelve and my sister was seventeen. She looked tired but at the same time happy. Happy that she was with me. Happy to know her little sister was smiling and playing games with her. 
HAPPY
Just…
Happy
   “We haven’t danced for awhile,” she said
   “Dancings stupid,” I said, “I’m rubbish anyway”
   “What’s made you think that?” 
   “Nothing, it doesn’t matter”
The room had a sad feel all of a sudden. Once a happy crammed room now was a sad crammed room. 
The sadness had seemed to have seeped in through the tight spaces.
   “Of course it matters, please talk to me”
   “No, it’ll only cause an argument”
   “Who ever has made you think like that they don’t know what they’re talking about”
She was angry. Her body language had abruptly changed from relaxed to uptight. Her fists seemed to be clenching tightly and her eyes were wider than usual.
   “It doesn’t matter, just forget about it”
   “Listen to me sis, if you still want to dance, you dance, you enjoy it and thats all that matters, nothing else, doesn’t matter if you’re good or not, if you enjoy it thats all that counts, but I’ve seen you dance and you’re amazing”
   “Really?” 
   “Yes, really”
   “You’re my sister, so you’re bound to say that”
She walked over and sat beside me. I bounced up a little when she sat down. She put her arm around me and pulled me toward her.
   “You listen to me and you listen to me good,” she said, “What ever you want, I will make it happen, if you want to dance, I will do anything I can to keep you dancing”
   “But, what if I don’t want to?”
   “Then I won’t argue, but I know deep down inside that you do”
She was right
She was always…
Right
Not a day went by in my childhood where a bit of advise from my big sister always made the skies clear again with no clouds in sight. Never a moment where the grey skies didn’t become a blue again. 
Always
Forever
I will remember those words which my sister had spoken which was
   “I will always be there for you no matter what, I love you”
   “I love you too,” I said
She got up. Walked into the small space we had and began to dance funnily. Her laugh was contagious. Her laugh made me laugh and my laugh made her laugh. 
   “Come on get up”
She came toward me
   “Ok ok,” I giggled
I joined her and we danced jokingly around the small space. 
We smiled
Laughed at each other
She could never dance my sister. She could never dance in away you would picture her on a stage or something, but the way she danced made me feel happy. Her humour shone and made me catch the light. 
She was my sun
My star
My moon..
   “Don’t ever let anyone bring you down sis, your life is yours, live it”
   “I will sis, I will”

I sat next to the space in the sun. The space where she laid. I’m not a religious person to be truthful, but when times are hard you do look for some kind of guidance.
You look up
You look up to something that you hope
BEG
Would give you advise. Invincible advise that would never collapse on you. Guide you through the unlit path. That was me. I looked up from time to time and wished that something would talk to me. 
   “That’s what you said to me, remember?” I said, “Don’t ever let anyone bring you down,” I caught my breath, emotions heavy, “you were right as always, I learned so much from you”
I got up and took a step back. The breeze
I felt
Lifted my hair up and brushed my saddened face. It was a touch. A touch from somebody I loved. That’s how it felt. Like it was my sister in spirit letting me know everything was going to be ok.
Was it though?
Was tommorow going to be brighter?
Was tommorow going to be a time to be happy again? 
OR…
Was it going to be just another nightmare?
   “I have to go,” I said, “I hope you understand that I can’t stay here, I know it’s risky now, I know this disease is spreading, but I have to go,” I bent down, kissed my hand and placed it on the ground where she laid underneath, “I love you sis and I will see you later”
I turned 
One foot forward
And began walking away from her. Away from the place where my life turned upside down.
The motel Liz
Mom was waiting for me. She turned also as I reached. 
   “Did you say what you had to say?” She asked
   “Yeah, I think so… did you?”
   “I guess”
The car doors opened and we both got in. I felt the breeze kiss my skin once more
As if to say
Goodbye sis
The engine started and there I begun a journey to nowhere

Cal Moore Season 2 Mid- Season Premiere 

MID SEASON PREMIERE

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

What was this place?
Where had we ended up?
It was like an empire that was heavenly in a world that was collapsing. People were laughing and having normal conversations as we passed by. I looked at my mom and she was nodding at people as we walked by. 
Like she knew them
I looked forward and other kids my age were nodding at me like they knew me.
   “Who are they mom?” I asked
   “Just people who are finally safe, like we’re”
A strange feeling was in my gut. I felt like I had been there for a long time. Even though it wasn’t possible that I had. It was the first day there and it already felt like I could talk to anybody.
   “Hey Cal,” a girl who looked my age said, maybe she was, maybe she wasn’t, she was dressed in a flowery top and baggy trousers, her hair was brown and in a bun
She knew my name
Maybe I had been there for longer?
How long was I out for?   
   “Hey, err…”
   She rolled her eyes, “Frances”
   “Hey Frances”
I was stuck. Stuck in a place with faces I didn’t know. But, I didn’t care. I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t looking over my shoulder every damn second. 
I was alive
I was showing hope of a smile
No disasters 
No vicious monstors chasing me and threatening to eat me alive
Just…
Just nice people saying hello and finding it funny that I got their names wrong. 
It was lovely
It was…
A dream to feel this way again. We walked down many stairs leading to different floors. Each floor had gentle people on them with smiles. Each person looked content and safe and happy.
Nothing more
Nothing less
   “This way, Cal,” mom said
We had hit the ground floor and the doors opened to a beautiful world. The streets were paved with people walking everywhere
Yes…
I said streets
Not the streets that were destroyed by the monsters
It was like before.
Before the virus killed most of our world and turned it into shit
It felt like it was back to normal. Like they had found a cure and we had just found out about it
   “Mom,” I said, “Where’re we?”
   “Does it matter?” She answered, “Just call it home”
People rode on bikes
People walked around freely
People acted like nothing had ever happened 
People were just…
People
   “Where is everybody?” I asked 
Dad
Mason
Hannah
Her brother
It felt weird not having them beside me.
   “They’re around, don’t worry, they’re safe”
Surely it was only a matter of time until a catastrophe happened. Where aload of infected would come out of nowhere and ruin the dream. 
Destroy everything around us.
But
They didn’t
Nothing came out to do anything. Just the same giggles and smiling faces that I loved to see. 
   “This way?” She said
The place was enormous. We were surrounded by buildings like coffee shops and fashion stores and not so far away was a shopping mall. The road was a road that wasn’t crammed with infected and broken cars. They were replaced by people on bicycles. Buildings had people pressed up against them. Young couples hand in hand. Hugging each other with no cares in the world. No watching each others backs with grazed knees from falling over trying to escape a nightmare. 
Trendy clothes
Jeans
T shirts with images on them
They must’ve got them from the stores here because the world was obviously a lot smaller now. 
   “How long have we been here for mom?”
   “What are you talking about?” She said, looking confused, “We’ve always been here”
We passed eateries that had outside tables with waiters coming outside to give the customers their orders. For some reason. I felt like I had to look over to see what they were eating. I kept my eyes on them and saw their orders revealed. They were hands
BUT…
But not just any hands. Hands that weren’t just laying there waiting to be eaten like food should be. They were still moving. My face scrunched up. I was going to vomit. Puke on to the ground that didn’t feel real. 
   “Why’re they eating that, mom?” 
Because that’s what we do, Cal. We eat the living.
   “What?”
I looked at my own hands and they were missing. Blood gushed out of the spaces where they once were.
Then…
Then I realised where they were.
In the mouths of the people I was looking at before. They were eating my hands and I could feel every crunch they made on to them.
I squealed and it wasn’t long before I awakened from the dream.
    
   “What the hell?” I said, sweat dripped from my forehead and in between my eyes then down my nose, “that was horrible”
I looked around. I was in a living room that was a ruin. It was large and I could tell a wealthy family once lived there before the outbreak. The door opened and my Mom walked in. She looked tired. Like she hadn’t slept at all. I still remembered last night and I was surprised I slept.
   “Hey, you ok? I heard you scream”
   “Just a nightmare,” I explained, “it was weird”
   “Weirder than this?”
   “If I said yes, would you believe me?”
   “No,” she told
   “I thought so”
I got up and walked to the window and observed the surroundings. The garden was large.
Green
Vast
Trees in a few places with few soldiers walking around on the grass. A long drive way stretched to the big gate at the end of it. I looked some more and saw my friend Mason. He was slouched beside a tree. Staring at the ground then a flashback appeared. He was never going to be the same again after what had happened.
   “I’m going to talk to him,” I told

Graham Jackson Season 2 Mid- Season Finale 

 

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

The redness of the knife
The dried blood
He had obviously killed before and it looked like I was next on his list
I looked at the knife and into his eyes.
They were in a craze
He was’nt blinking
They pierced my skin, then my rib cage then straight into my heart. Punching gaping holes into it. Breaking down the walls that I thought were solid before this catastrophic incident occurred.
BUT NOW
They had been weakened weeks before because of the shit tap being on full blast and landing on all of us
Then
I realised
I needed to wake up and fight back this fear. I didn’t have time for this shit. Although, I understood why he was so angry at me. Getting into a fight just wasn’t my priority though. I didn’t want to cause damage to the guy and I didn’t want to make his son and wife or girlfriend watch.
His missus begged him, a slim young black woman looking jaded like the rest of us, “Jevan!” She cried, “leave him, he didn’t mean to!”
“This fucker knocked down my son, Tanya!”
She grabbed him by the arm and tried pulling him away, “the hell off me!” He told
He pushed her away.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to do it, just let it go and we can all walk away”
“I’ll be the one who’s walking away”
He went for me
A sudden reaction made me move to the side away from the bloody knife.
“I need to get to my family!” I told, “I don’t want to fight you!”
I begged him
Urged him
Threw as many words at him as possible that I thought would make him think twice at what he was doing.
His son
His missus
Looked on as he repeatedly attempted to strike me down
“Jevan please, your scaring Dion!”
“Listen to her, you don’t want to do this!”
“Who the fuck are you to tell me what I want, huh!”
He went for me again
This time it was closer
My hands were raised to show how much I didn’t want it.
I dodged him again and this time. I cracked him one from the side. He wobbled
He looked at me
And rage shone through even more
He smiled, “Is that it!”
His pace accelerated. He was coming at me once more. He swung for me.
I dodged him and straight after he caught me with a right hook. It landed with a boom.
And like a fuzzy TV screen
My reception died for a moment
THEN…
The big fella was on me.
He had knocked me down. Now he was pushing the knife toward me.
“Jevan, stop this madness!”
She pulled on his broard shoulders and did the best she could.
She pulled
And I tried pushing the knife away
“Daddy!” His son bellowed
He was seeing the whole thing. The poor little guys dad had lost it. All he could see was the madness that the world was painting for him.
His dad
Trying to kill another man
Whilst his mum begged him
“Jevan, your son!”
I pushed against his power
Blood rushed through me and my heart beat battered against me
from within
I was battling
STRUGGLING
To match his power
To contain the brute force his large arms had
I felt every anger within him
I could feel that the man who I now knew as Jevan had a sorrowful past
A past that involved many mountains
I could feel that…
BITTERNESS
I had to find the energy from somewhere to get this much younger man off of me. I dug deep and used it to push the knife away.
I exploded “Awwrrrgghh!”
I rammed my head forward and felt it crash into his.
Two times
He was dazed and his eyes were unfocused. He was weakened.
I pushed him off me.
Got on top of him
And switched
In a blink I saw a deep red
I just kept going and going with everything I had until the emotions ran back into the glass
“Stop please!” I heard
I looked up
Rose to my feet and moved to the side
Breathing heavily I realised the picture I was leaving behind. The tears that were being shed. Mother and son standing there holding each other scared next to their loved one.
“I’m sorry,” I told, “I really am, please forgive me”
I turned around and let the stones from the past bounce off me. With each stone came guilt and with each guilty moment left me with an image and I only had one answer for it.
It had to be done
The man was going to fucking kill me
I ran forward and got back to the matter at hand. To find my daughter. To find my grandkids. I was still a little dazed, but I could’nt let that hold me back as I walked through the murky crowd.
Each person
Man, woman and child
Held onto something dearly.
Whether it was a parent, child, husband, wife or a bag with sentiment tucked away. I weaved my way through it
Searching
Demanding that the path I laid would lead me straight toward them.
I cried out once again, “Evelyn!”
“Dad!”
I looked, rapidly, shooting my gaze from area to area, “Evelyn?!”
“Over here!”
I focused hard into the crowd of terror and noticed
In the distance
My angel waving crazily in the midst of it all. A smile washed upon my barren face and aloud a  slight moment of happiness
A second window where the sun shone outside
“Wait there, don’t move!” I told
SUDDENLY
I heard…
“Run!”
The level of panic had suddenly risen to the sky. I felt the intensity clench my body and mind. I looked around and saw everybody that was once behind me rushing to get in front.
Each face told a story
Each face pushed passed me in desperation. Squeezing through what ever gap they could find. The panic on the kids faces
BABIES
Being held tight by their mothers or fathers
And then…
A gap appeared where I could seek the answer
AND THEN
I realised what they were running from…

Teddy Baker Season 2 Mid- Season Finale

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

The ground was lush and green
Thick, and I wished it would’ve lasted forever
The same field I had always walked or ran around on as a child
HAPPY TIMES
Times I would never forget
NOW
I was running for a different reason. It wasn’t the running around innocent children did when they had thought up a game from their colourful imagination.
NO
It was the running I had to do to save myself and my children.
Deep down inside. I wished the saying that the greener the grass, a better day will be waiting around the corner, was true.
BUT…
It wasn’t
No fucking way it wasn’t
We ran across the field with each anguished breath
Each rushing step sending us closer and closer into the plan I had in mind

All I could sense
All I could hear
Were the screams of innocent minds being tortured
Torn to peices
They weren’t leaving me and they weren’t going to leave any time soon.
   “What’re we doing?” Elijah asked
   “Getting the hell out of here”
I panted 
Panted a way
Into the darkness we were running into and hopefully were getting out of. The plan I had was
I hoped
Was going to do just that
   “There,” I pointed
Elijah looked at me
Tried to work out what I had planned
Tried to work out what I was trying to do
He knew I wanted to get out of there, but he was trying to work out how
   “Are you with me on this?” I asked
   “What are we doing?” He questioned
   “We need a car and we’re going to take one”
   “But you have a car”
   “We can’t go back there, if we do we’re dead, those things will be here soon so we need to hurry”
   “We can’t just take one”
I got in his face. His large body towered above me, but our eyes told different stories and I felt the fear within him
The darkness I possesed
Was the darkness I crushed him with which burnt the hole threw him and that hole was going to give me the answer I wanted
“I am getting my kids out of here no matter what, don’t you get in the way, you’re either with me or you aren’t, which one is it?”
   He nodded, “ok”
   “Take my kids away from here, I don’t want them to see this”
   “What’re you going to do?”
   “Make us safe again”
   He began to take the kids away, “daddy”
   “Go with him, I’m fine,” I told
I walked purposely toward the garden where the car was. The area was wonderful.
Houses stood proud
Houses where you knew the people who were in them lived a high life or near to one.
Gorgeous cars in the driveways were like diamonds shining in the lovely weather.
Gardens were in immaculate condition where the children would run around in the perfectly trimmed grass
It was a happy place
A family place
A place where you could’ve walked around with a smile and no cut throat worries would’ve ruined your day
The front door opened and an old man walked out dressed smartly.
   He stood there angrily and said, “this is private property, get out”
   “That isn’t going to happen”
   “Thats not your decision, either get off my property or I will phone the police”
   “I don’t think that’s going to happen either, what is going to happen though,” I walked up to him, deadly eyes gazing his way, eyes I knew that would get me anything I wanted, evil, insane, a dark mind, “you will give me the keys to your car and I will gladly take it and you won’t get hurt”
The man was well kept. A brave face he had with an old hardened body that looked like it had been through some shady alleys. A body that looked like it could look after itself.
What mind did he have?
I didn’t know
Maybe a stone one?
Maybe a bloody one?
Maybe a foggy forest where you couldn’t see as far as arms length?
OR…
A white puffy one that had an angel living on it?
I didn’t know
I had no fucking clue and I did not fucking care
But what I did know is and what I did care about
I needed that car and I was going to get it no matter what.
   “You aren’t taking my car and you sure ain’t hell going to put fear into me where you think I will give you anything you want”
   “Thank you for your cooperation”
The knife was still in my hand
My hand was now clenched
My mind was now oozing fuel toward it
And it was now a case of which side of myself was going to come out
The dark
OR
The light
   “Frank,” a female voice said, she then came out and in an instant she saw the knife and put her hands onto her mouth in shock, “who are you and what do you want?”
   “Margaret, go inside”
   “I just want your car,” I told
   “Get away from us, or I will phone the police”
   “The police aren’t coming, only dread and horror, a changed world that is happening right now and will soon be at your door step”
   “I don’t give two shits what’s happening, either get off my property or I will phone somebody that will kick your ass, that knife isn’t scaring anybody, I’ve dealt with worse people than you”
   “I don’t think you have,” I told
I tried to hold it back
I tried to
I didn’t want to cause harm and I didn’t want to bring the dark side back out. All I wanted was to threaten the old man and have him give me his damn car.
BUT
With him being too stubborn With him being too proud to let his life come before his pride
He was only digging himself a deeper hole and I was going to be the one
UNFORTUNATELY
To drag him into it.
   I walked close, “listen old man”
He then pulled his hand back and struck me on the jaw, I wobbled.
Dazed and confused
Perplexed
THEN…
Anger took over. I stared him down and I watched him holding up his fists. He was ready and so was I.
   “Frank!”
   “Go inside Margaret, phone the police”
I walked; stone faced, toward him, but he didn’t back down. He threw another blow and it hit me once more, although this time, I kept moving forward.
A sick smile came before him
He threw another
I grabbed his fist
Took the knife
And drove it into his stomach. His face said it all. The life that he had left was now on fast forward. It was raining blood.
His blood
Now it was only a matter of time before his world was nothing but a black hole. I stared into his hateful eyes as he stared at me in disgrace. Pain was now cemented all over him.
No escape
The car was now mine
   “Frank!”
   “Please, don’t hurt my wife”
I blinked and it was like I switched again. He fell to the floor and I looked forward.
   “Give me the keys”
   “Teddy!” I heard
I looked around and saw Elijah and the kids running toward me.
   “They’re coming!”
   “Give me your fucking keys!”
   “Give him the keys, Margaret,” he told
It looked like for a second she was going to back down. Like the whole plan was going to be accomplished.
Then…
   “You can go fuck yourself,” she told
My mind was racing now.
I had to think
The clock was ticking

Rhonda Gedling Season 2 Mid- Season Finale

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

Where were we going to go?
What was going to become of us?
OF ME?
Should we go left?
Should we go right?
Should we stay?
What ever I thought wasn’t going to make things any better. The place we were in was safe.
Out of the way
In the middle of nowhere
No crazy eyed person would know we were there
BUT
There was no life there
The food wouldn’t last us
We would’ve had to move on eventually.
OR
We would’ve starved to death which wasn’t something I had planned

The motel was empty and the only people to talk to now was either my mom or myself. I stood and gazed out in the emptiness of the long roads in front.
LEFT
There was nothing for miles
RIGHT
There was nothing for miles
Either way we were running blind in a path galvanised in horror
“Not what I expected,” I muttered
“Huh?”
“Not what I expected”
“I don’t think anybody expected this” She said
“That’s not what I meant”
“What did you mean?”
“I mean I didn’t expect my life to be so fucking shit”
There was a time where I had dreams of becoming a ballet dancer. I would dance as a child in the hostel I was staying at with, Elaine. She would sometimes watch me dance as I waltzed around the room with my eyes closed listening to the music that was either being played or in my head.
Sometimes
She joined in and held my hands. She would pick me up and swing me around the room and we would both smile and laugh.
HAPPINESS
Was a rare phenomenon for us. We didn’t have much. We had to be happy with what we had and that was each other. Dancing was another form of gift I gave myself everyday. A gift that would get me
US
Away from the shitty branch we was given to sit on. Now that shitty branch had collapsed and I was hanging on for dear life.
LIFE
That was nothing more than a muddy endless fucking puddle.
“Moving forward is what we need to do,” she said
“I wanted to be a dancer,” I told, “Elaine and I used to dance around the hostel, thats what we did, every night before bed, we danced and said we loved each other, every night we did that, I used to tell her I wanted to be a ballerina and she used encourage me every day to dance, I gotten quite good at it, I was getting better, but it was hard to get any professional lessons because Elaine hardly had any money to spare, we used to sit and watch classes on the same bench each day and I used to dream about being in there with them, the school was quite posh and it was a privilege to watch how beautiful each girl and boy danced, then…” a tear rippled down, “one day as we sat and watched on the same bench at the same time of day, at four in the afternoon after she finished work, she got up, took my hand and took me inside to dance with them, she had managed to save up the money to get me a lesson, it was the greatest day ever… I was so happy”
“Every day I thought of you,” mom said, “every day I wished I could turn back the clock and hold you both in my arms with a smile, I wished I could talk to you without the feeling of you hating me and me being ashamed at what I had done, at what I had become, I used to dream about being a happy family, dream about all of us sitting at a table having dinner, laughing, having conversations that normal families have, me dropping you off and picking you up from school, your brother growing up in my very eyes, your father never leaving us, everything just being normal with nothing getting in the way”
“But it did, didn’t it”
“I did,” she said, “when your dad left I fell into depression, I was told to get help, but me being me, I was too proud to do that, I thought I could deal with it myself, I thought I could cope with all the shit that was happening, your brother was in the wrong crowd, I had two young girls to deal with, being a single parent got too much for me, so I called upon drugs and then I began dating again, instead of making things better and dealing with things by getting help, I made things worse by dating arseholes, I was alone and felt like I needed to be loved and then…” tears flooded her eyes, “then your brother died and that was that… I collapsed completely”
“Looks like we share the same thing,” I told
“We do?”
“Yes,” I began, “you dreamt of playing happy families and so did I, you wanted it desperately and so did I, least we’ll have something to talk about other than rediscovering the wrongs that led us to this”
“Maybe you’re right, so instead of talking about the what was, lets talk about the what could be?”
“Deal, unless you anger me”
“Fine by me”
Words gave way to silence.
Once more
We stood and stared. Thinking about what to do next.
THEN…
The answer beckoned
“What do we do now?” She asked
“Lets get out of here”
“Are you sure?”
“There’s nothing for us here”
“But where do we go?”
“We’ll figure it out”

Cal Moore Season 2 Mid- Season Finale

 

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

We surged through the chaos. Through the infected that had surrounded us. Many of them being crushed by the truck Hannah was driving.
And finally
With deep- heavy- breaths
We had now cleared the path and now I was searching with speedy gazes in the car Mason and his parents were once sat in
Hoping
That my best buddy had survived. It didn’t take me long to notice that he had survived. Curled up in the back seat in shock
BUT
It also didn’t take me long that my best friends life had been massacred
For good
A changed life
A path that was now bloody and teary. His parents were a picture of the changed world. Of what was to come. Mason was in the back seat sobbing his heart out whilst his parents were at the front being eaten by the monsters.
They had obviously broken through the windows and grabbed them. Hannah got out and shot them dead and we laid eyes upon the dead bodies of Mason’s parents. Torn limb from limb from the savagery of the insane, but it wasn’t over. There were more and we heard them coming from a far. I got out of the truck
Pulled the car door open
And reached out my hand toward him
“Mason, we have to go buddy”
“I can’t, just leave me”
“Mason, you know I won’t do that”
“Just leave me!”
A hand grabbed me and I jumped. My dad was behind me. Emotion tearing through him.
“Holy crap,” he said, “Mason, come with us please”
“I’m not leaving my parents”
“You have too”
“No!”
It had to be done. We just had to do it. We grabbed him and pulled him out of the car.
He fought us
Kicked and punched
Crying a river with each squabble
“No!” He bellowed
“You can’t bring them back Mason, we have to go now or we’re all dead,” Hannah told
Ray was in the distance with everybody else. Waving to us to hurry. We ran with Mason who was motionless. His eyes indifferent to the world now.
“Hurry!” Ray told
We ran as fast as we could whilst hearing the screams of evil getting closer.
“Get in the damn car!” Mom begged
Inch by inch
Centimetre by centimetre
We could sense their evil getting closer to us
We rapidly got in the car and so did everybody else. I looked at Mason who was nothing more than a cold mountain with nothing growing on the top of it. Winter was now forever going to be within him.
I looked at him
Gazed at him
And felt the anger and sadness building up inside of him and I asked myself
Was the anger aimed at me?
Was the sadness aimed at me?
Then I realised
Of course the sadness won’t be aimed at me
BUT…
It could be the anger. The way he spoke to me and looked at me. It got me thinking that it could be aimed my way.
“Mason I’m”-
“Don’t talk to me, please”
“I’m sorry”
I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to tell him how much I was sorry and how much I loved him. What I would do for him to make him smile? He was my friend. My best friend and I could’nt believe the shocking changes that had happened to the world.
To him
To all of us
The infected were closing in. We burst forward with the rest of the cars at the side of us and headed to the right. Away from the infected that were coming from the left.
“Keep going, don’t stop, we need to get as far away from here as possible,” mom said
It was all just a gigantic mess.
The majority of the streets we passed had cars smashed into one and other and bodies roaming aimlessly around.
“Oh god,” dad said
We were heading off deeper into darkness. Each turn we made the headlights lit up something new that was disturbing. One thing I can remember. One true thing that will never leave my mind. The largest one that will forever leave a stain. Is a child crawling crawling with only half of its body remaining across the road. That’s when the car swerved. That’s when we lost control
That’s when we crashed into another car
And thats when the world went black for a moment

My world was black
My world still darkened by the sudden flick of the switch
But, I could now hear the sounds
The sounds that sounded like screams and after those screams came the firings of guns. I tried to open my eyes, but I could’nt
I tried and tried again and finally I managed, but all I could perceive was a blur.
“Is everybody ok?” Dad asked, pain in his voice
“I’m fine”
“I’m fine”
“We’re ok”
A fist then exploded through the window and grabbed me. The face I saw was frightening. It was one of them.
An infected
A large man with dead skin and bloody eyes. It screamed and I could’nt move and then it was gunned down
Blood splattered against the window
It’s face slid down the window. Moments later it all went silent.
The atmosphere subdued
No sounds
No gunfire
No nothing
“What’s happening?” Mom asked
My eyes came in full focus now. I saw men outside carrying weapons with army outfits and many dead bodies around them. Some of them checked the bodies and some of them checked around them
All of them holding flashlights
“All clear!” One told
“Check the cars”
“Hey hey, over here!” Mom shouted
Their footsteps rushed toward us

I woke up to an empty room. Nobody there but myself and my thoughts from the night before. I got up and walked toward a window that gave off a welcoming sight.
A blue sky
No clouds in sight
And a crowd of people walking freely with many buildings around and in the backdrop. A large- solid- gate sat there protecting us.
“Wow,” I said
“Beautiful isn’t it?”
I looked around and it was my mom. She looked different. She looked relieved and safe and so did I. The way the place looked. It looked like a fortress.
“Where’s Mason?” I asked
“He’s around, he said he wanted to be alone, so we let him be”
“And the others?”
“Around, I will take you to them, this place is brilliant”
We walked out of the room and into a long coridoor where others stood with friends and families
Parents and children wandered around and after the long look I took from the window. I felt a warm feeling inside that was growing
I felt safe
I felt relieved
And a smile was growing inside