turned, his face troubled as he left the room.
Jayden turned the radio on and lowered the volume. He slowly checked each station, but didn't get anything but static. With a sigh, he turned it back off. “I was really hoping we'd find a station.”
Dad was holding the cell phone to his ear, but he nodded in agreement. “Me too, but just keep trying. Maybe someone will be on in a bit. I would imagine that other survivors are looking for ways to make contact.”
Boy, I sure hoped he was right.
Chapter 6
My eyes flew open immediately that night at the first sound of someone moving loudly through the bushes outside of our living room window. Right away my body flooded with fear, as I rolled over and watched the shadow move through the curtain. I could hear it's loud breathing and snarls through the glass, and instantly I knew it wasn't someone living.
I sat up quietly, noticing my dad was awake in the recliner next to us. The rifle was in his lap, and he brought his finger to his lips to remind me to be quiet. I nodded to let him know I got the message loud and clear. We were the only ones awake.
The living room was completely dark, but my eyes were adjusted to the darkness. I breathed as quietly as possible, and hoped the others would remain silent in their sleep as well. I wasn't sure how good the zombie's hearing was, but I didn't want to take any chances.
Mom and I were lying on the sofa bed again. Dad and James were in the recliners, while Amanda and Jayden were in separate mattresses on the floor.
James was definitely a snorer, although it had eased sometime since I'd fallen asleep earlier. I prayed he would remain silent until the zombie was gone. It wouldn't seem luck was on our side, though.
The moon illuminated their bodies well, as a second zombie joined the first. One of them walked right up to the glass and banged on it with his palms flat against the glass. The sound was loud in the silence of the room, and unfortunately Mom gasped as she woke up from the impact.
Horrified, I heard the zombie growl right up against the glass. Amanda whimpered, her breath catching like she was about to start sobbing. Before I could get up and go to her, Jayden moved next to her and gestured for her to be quiet.
All of us watched the glass, desperately waiting with baited breath to see what would happen next. The other zombie joined the first one, as both of them began pushing and hitting at the glass.
Amanda quietly got up and moved over to us, the palm of her hand pressed tightly against her lips. I could only imagine how scared she had to be, especially since something similar had just happened the night before. I could feel her body trembling next to mine as she squeezed in between us.
Mom held her tightly. At that moment, I wasn't sure who was truly comforting who. It was a scary place to be when the only thing between you and death was a pane of glass.
Minutes might have passed or maybe hours, as we watched them silently. None of us knew what to expect. Thankfully, the curtain prevented us from seeing their gruesome, disgusting flesh. It would only have added to the terror of the moment. I couldn't speak for the others, but I was nearly frozen in fear already.
The zombies alternated between hitting the glass and walking back and forth across the front of our house. They concentrated their efforts mostly on the glass in front of us. As the minutes passed by, I grew more and more convinced that they knew we were in here. Their minds were obviously capable of forming some kind of thoughts and retaining that knowledge. Why else would they hang around?
Believing they had intelligence just made them all the more frightening. Yet, it made sense. How could someone dead have the ability to walk around again, much less sense humanity, or even hear? Obviously there was something within them that alerted them
Jayden turned the radio on and lowered the volume. He slowly checked each station, but didn't get anything but static. With a sigh, he turned it back off. “I was really hoping we'd find a station.”
Dad was holding the cell phone to his ear, but he nodded in agreement. “Me too, but just keep trying. Maybe someone will be on in a bit. I would imagine that other survivors are looking for ways to make contact.”
Boy, I sure hoped he was right.
Chapter 6
My eyes flew open immediately that night at the first sound of someone moving loudly through the bushes outside of our living room window. Right away my body flooded with fear, as I rolled over and watched the shadow move through the curtain. I could hear it's loud breathing and snarls through the glass, and instantly I knew it wasn't someone living.
I sat up quietly, noticing my dad was awake in the recliner next to us. The rifle was in his lap, and he brought his finger to his lips to remind me to be quiet. I nodded to let him know I got the message loud and clear. We were the only ones awake.
The living room was completely dark, but my eyes were adjusted to the darkness. I breathed as quietly as possible, and hoped the others would remain silent in their sleep as well. I wasn't sure how good the zombie's hearing was, but I didn't want to take any chances.
Mom and I were lying on the sofa bed again. Dad and James were in the recliners, while Amanda and Jayden were in separate mattresses on the floor.
James was definitely a snorer, although it had eased sometime since I'd fallen asleep earlier. I prayed he would remain silent until the zombie was gone. It wouldn't seem luck was on our side, though.
The moon illuminated their bodies well, as a second zombie joined the first. One of them walked right up to the glass and banged on it with his palms flat against the glass. The sound was loud in the silence of the room, and unfortunately Mom gasped as she woke up from the impact.
Horrified, I heard the zombie growl right up against the glass. Amanda whimpered, her breath catching like she was about to start sobbing. Before I could get up and go to her, Jayden moved next to her and gestured for her to be quiet.
All of us watched the glass, desperately waiting with baited breath to see what would happen next. The other zombie joined the first one, as both of them began pushing and hitting at the glass.
Amanda quietly got up and moved over to us, the palm of her hand pressed tightly against her lips. I could only imagine how scared she had to be, especially since something similar had just happened the night before. I could feel her body trembling next to mine as she squeezed in between us.
Mom held her tightly. At that moment, I wasn't sure who was truly comforting who. It was a scary place to be when the only thing between you and death was a pane of glass.
Minutes might have passed or maybe hours, as we watched them silently. None of us knew what to expect. Thankfully, the curtain prevented us from seeing their gruesome, disgusting flesh. It would only have added to the terror of the moment. I couldn't speak for the others, but I was nearly frozen in fear already.
The zombies alternated between hitting the glass and walking back and forth across the front of our house. They concentrated their efforts mostly on the glass in front of us. As the minutes passed by, I grew more and more convinced that they knew we were in here. Their minds were obviously capable of forming some kind of thoughts and retaining that knowledge. Why else would they hang around?
Believing they had intelligence just made them all the more frightening. Yet, it made sense. How could someone dead have the ability to walk around again, much less sense humanity, or even hear? Obviously there was something within them that alerted them
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