Chapter 2. And you are?
Finally! Finally! Almost there...!
The iron door slammed shut behind me as I pushed my self against it. Using an iron shelving unit nearby, I pushed it up against the door to keep it from opening. One the sound of one or two zombies dragging their feet could be heard and that was enough to let me relax. I leaned up against the wall next to the door, panting and trying to catch my breath. Sprinting was a pain in the a** but it was the easiest way to avoid the dumb dead.
Through all the focus on what was outside and my breathing, I suddenly heard something. I tensed, gun at the ready. Something inside the room moved again, and my finger stiffened on the trigger. This was the safe house. And though it had happened once or twice, there shouldn't be any zombies in here. I had to use my other hand to steady the muzzle of my gun, my right hand shaking so bad.
I had made a lot of noise. If it was a zombie or witch, I would have known by now. I held my breath as I took a step forward, the flashlight's ray dim from overuse and slowly growing dimmer by the second. "Who's in here?" Even now, my voice was loud to me. But I had to know. I jumped when something clattered on the cement floor. I almost began to fire blindly had it not been fingers turning to jello. I was growing more and more uneasy as time went by, and so I tried again. "Who's here?"
Soon I heard something shuffle from the corner and I turned my dying flashlight towards it. A huddled form from behind a cardboard box slowly stood up. He looked frightened and battle-worn, his clothes having tears and being dried from blood.
"Hey there," I began, my voice growing soft. It had been days since I had seen another human being. Aside from the horde, but I could hardly call them human anymore. I tried to smile though I was sure it looked more like a sad attempt. I lowered my gun and reached out my hand.
“Get away from me!" His eyes were dialated and staring straight at me, his voice a little raspy. He raised his arms and I quickly snatched my hand back. He looked horribly skinny and pale as if he had seen a ghost. But what I did notice was the automatic rifle in his hand. And I too turned pale. s**t, was I gonna die because of some freaked out kid? "You're one of them! You're infected!" He stepped away from the corner, gun pointed at me and I had to take a step back. But something was wrong with the way he was holding his gun.
"Now, calm down. I'm not infected. I haven't been bitten or anything, I swear." I tried to calm him down. I even lowered my gun to the ground and held up my hands in a show that I wasn't a threat. He seemed to register all my moves. I moved to precise to be dead. I gave an inaudible sigh when I saw his gun lower to the floor. I looked back up to his face, the frightened look now one of caution and curiosity.
"Who're you?"
 SikFox · Mon Feb 23, 2009 @ 08:55pm · 0 Comments |
