to our presence. What could change a person's internal functions so much they could reanimate their bodies? I had so many questions, but so little answers.
Another zombie joined the other two, the combined blows again the glass extremely loud in the silence of the night. It was so hard for me to sit there, completely helpless, and wait to see what would happen next.
Amanda was nearly hysterical, and who could blame her? After all, she'd lost her mother in similar circumstances. This had to be bringing back all of the memories with a vengeance.
I leaned toward Dad. Up close, I could see his pupils were dilated, and he was breathing in short, shallow pants. Dad wasn't getting any younger, and he did have a small heart problem.
I worried as I remembered that. Would this be enough to throw him into a heart attack? If so, there wouldn't be a place we could take him for medical treatment.
“ Dad,” I hissed in a low tone of voice. “Are you doing alright?”
He just gave a short nod in response.
“Do you think we ought to try to leave?” We had a SUV that would be large enough to fit all of us. “If we're going to leave, we need to do it now.”
By then, I could see yet another zombie's shadow through the curtain. It was like they were communicating with each other in some way, alerting others of the meal that waited inside for them. Any hopes I had that maybe they'd leave were dashed. They had a one-track mind, and nothing would deter them.
“Let's wait, and see what happens,” he finally responded back. His body was tense in the recliner, despite his unconcerned tone. One of these days, his hesitation was going to get us all killed.
I felt badly for even thinking that way. I knew he was coping the best way he could, and maybe I was to impetuous. Even so, I couldn't bear to stay inactive any longer.
I stood up and started walking to the door. “Where are you going?” I heard Dad ask urgently behind me, but I didn't turn around. It wasn't like I was leaving or anything. I just wanted to see how many were out there.
Carefully, I made my way to the front door and peeked through the side of the curtain. Everywhere I could see from the small opening was covered with the undead. They were even coming through the bushes that lined the sidewalk that ran in front of our house.
Several stragglers were walking up the driveway. Some walked straight and tall, with purpose. Others were staggering along. All of them were fixated on our house, though, their eyes visibly glowing red, despite the darkness.
It was nauseating to see the conditions of their bodies. Most of them had fresh injuries, missing large parts of their faces, shoulders, and even clothing. No part of their bodies had been left untouched.
I couldn't imagine the sheer pain from having chunks of flesh bitten out of my body. The dead were victims looking for more victims. No age group was left untouched, and I blinked rapidly from the burn of tears in my eyes. Some of the zombies in the yard were proof of that.
One zombie came around the house, growling as she looked for a way in. I threw my palm over my mouth just in time to hold back the sob. Even as injured as she'd been, I recognized her. It was Erin, Jayden's sister.
Whatever it took, we had to prevent him from seeing her. It was terrible enough to go through losing your family in the span of just a few minutes. It would be mind-shattering to lose them and have them come back, determined to kill you as well. Nobody should have to experience something like that.
Without a doubt, I knew that this zombie epidemic was the end of the world. Everybody would either die, or the survivors would spend their lives constantly on the run. Nothing could be more evil than this. I didn't know what caused it, or even who, but it was pure, unadulterated evil.
Death was a part of life. Somewhere in the back of my mind I'd always known that
Another zombie joined the other two, the combined blows again the glass extremely loud in the silence of the night. It was so hard for me to sit there, completely helpless, and wait to see what would happen next.
Amanda was nearly hysterical, and who could blame her? After all, she'd lost her mother in similar circumstances. This had to be bringing back all of the memories with a vengeance.
I leaned toward Dad. Up close, I could see his pupils were dilated, and he was breathing in short, shallow pants. Dad wasn't getting any younger, and he did have a small heart problem.
I worried as I remembered that. Would this be enough to throw him into a heart attack? If so, there wouldn't be a place we could take him for medical treatment.
“ Dad,” I hissed in a low tone of voice. “Are you doing alright?”
He just gave a short nod in response.
“Do you think we ought to try to leave?” We had a SUV that would be large enough to fit all of us. “If we're going to leave, we need to do it now.”
By then, I could see yet another zombie's shadow through the curtain. It was like they were communicating with each other in some way, alerting others of the meal that waited inside for them. Any hopes I had that maybe they'd leave were dashed. They had a one-track mind, and nothing would deter them.
“Let's wait, and see what happens,” he finally responded back. His body was tense in the recliner, despite his unconcerned tone. One of these days, his hesitation was going to get us all killed.
I felt badly for even thinking that way. I knew he was coping the best way he could, and maybe I was to impetuous. Even so, I couldn't bear to stay inactive any longer.
I stood up and started walking to the door. “Where are you going?” I heard Dad ask urgently behind me, but I didn't turn around. It wasn't like I was leaving or anything. I just wanted to see how many were out there.
Carefully, I made my way to the front door and peeked through the side of the curtain. Everywhere I could see from the small opening was covered with the undead. They were even coming through the bushes that lined the sidewalk that ran in front of our house.
Several stragglers were walking up the driveway. Some walked straight and tall, with purpose. Others were staggering along. All of them were fixated on our house, though, their eyes visibly glowing red, despite the darkness.
It was nauseating to see the conditions of their bodies. Most of them had fresh injuries, missing large parts of their faces, shoulders, and even clothing. No part of their bodies had been left untouched.
I couldn't imagine the sheer pain from having chunks of flesh bitten out of my body. The dead were victims looking for more victims. No age group was left untouched, and I blinked rapidly from the burn of tears in my eyes. Some of the zombies in the yard were proof of that.
One zombie came around the house, growling as she looked for a way in. I threw my palm over my mouth just in time to hold back the sob. Even as injured as she'd been, I recognized her. It was Erin, Jayden's sister.
Whatever it took, we had to prevent him from seeing her. It was terrible enough to go through losing your family in the span of just a few minutes. It would be mind-shattering to lose them and have them come back, determined to kill you as well. Nobody should have to experience something like that.
Without a doubt, I knew that this zombie epidemic was the end of the world. Everybody would either die, or the survivors would spend their lives constantly on the run. Nothing could be more evil than this. I didn't know what caused it, or even who, but it was pure, unadulterated evil.
Death was a part of life. Somewhere in the back of my mind I'd always known that
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