the road to hell

And even though so much was happening around us all at that moment; the living dead just walking around all over the road in front of us, the abandoned cars bloodied from the victims' blood; it was still so silent. It sounded like the world slowly ending. Like that feeling you get when you know someone is sneaking up from behind you; when you know somethings coming but there is no time to stop it. That is how it felt while the road swerved underneath us. Us-- all we knew to be left-- Sam was in the passenger seat next to me. I could see her shaking hands. I knew the rest of her must have been just as pale and shaking as well. I could hear Firulafa, my german shepard, breathing heavily. And John was in the back seat. I'm sure he was just as nervous.
We all had things we wanted to live for; we all had lives to still live. No matter how much death was surrounding us, we still had the strive for life. And maybe that itself would keep us afloat on this unstable raft of a world.
We were all quiet. All of us. We had decided to go to Sam's house first. Her sister, mother, and father were expected to be there. Dead or alive, however, we did not discuss.
We were a block and a half away when we saw a woman being pushed up against her car by three men and a small girl. As the woman struggled and threw herself about the 3 assaulters only found more flesh to get at. We drove right past her screams and plees for help. I noticed Sam start turning her head toward the scene to the left of us.
"Samantha. Don't look." I commanded, not even looking myself.
None of us freaked out. None of us screamed. It was almost scary how easily it had come and gone. The woman continued to scream as we passed, swerving around the abandoned cars. Finally we got to Sam's house. Her street seemed to be abandoned. We grabbed our knives and decided we had to make it quick and to keep our eyes peeled for any better weapons.
We all got out of the car, keeping Firulafa inside the car, and locking the doors. We quickly walked to Sam's front door. There was no sign of broken entry. There was no blood on the outside. My first thoughts were that no zombies tried to get in because no one was inside to get anymore. Although my innards seemed to turn to muck at the thought I kept a cool facade. I looked over at John and knew he felt the same way. Sam looked like she wasn't giving in to her conscience. We quickly opened the door and held our knives at the ready; John and I anyways. Sam acted like she had just come home from a long trip.
"Sabrina? Mom? Dad?" Sam called out. But there was no answer. We quickly made our way past the kitchen, through the living room and through the hallway. And then we went to Sam's room. The door was open. The window had blood smeared across it from the outside-- which truthfully alleviated John's and mine anxiety. Even Sam's shoulders seemed to relax in the slightest. No one was in the room. There was still no evidence of a struggle.
"Maybe they uped and left?" John suggested.
"No." Sam seemed sure, "They have to be here."
And so we searched the other rooms and they were all the same. Until we came to the computer room. We saw a small hunched up form in the corner. An axe was the first thing I made out. Then I noticed the hands connected to them and from there arms and finally a body and face. It was a small girl with long dirty blond hair. She reminded me of Sam and looked just as shaken up.
"Sabrina!" Sam went to rush to her but John pulled her back. "John? Let me go. That's my sister."
"Sam, wait." I agreed with John. We couldn't be sure that she was still Sam's sister. And what if it wasn't? What were we to do then? Butcher her?

I'll include more later...'>>