Farming Zombies, Pt. 4: Savior

"Oof!!" Wesley tripped over a rock.

It was too dark to see where we were going. We could still hear the screams, closer now. Wesley got up quickly, and we continued.

Suddenly, we saw them. A girl was barely keeping her balance on a rock sticking out of a pile of them. She was just above 10 zombies, all reaching their hands up toward. She screamed again when one their hands touched her shoe.

Wesley and I hesitated; there were 10 zombies. And we were still afraid after killing off 7. But here was the first human we had seen in weeks. We felt compelled to save her.

We charged at them. Three of them fell quickly, with their backs to us. But then the rest of them turned toward us. But this time we stood our ground. If a zombie reached out toward us too close, its arm would fall off. We slashed at their heads over and over. Finally, they were all dead. Again.

We looked up at the girl. She stared at us with a look of amazement for a second. Then she fainted from exhaustion.

"Now what??" Wesley asked.

"Well, we can't just leave her here. We'll have to carry her."

So, since Wes was carrying the food bag, we got her onto my back. We latched her hands as good as possible around my shoulders, and I held on to to her arms. She was completely limp.

By some extreme stroke of luck, we didn't see another zombie until we reached the fence. That's when the exhaustion hit us. We couldn't go on; we had to sleep. I set her down against some rocks. As we fell asleep, we saw her beginning to stir...

We woke up to the smell of hot bread. As I opened my eyes, daylight blinded me. When my eyes focused, I saw the girl kneeling over a fire.

"Ughh... Why is there a fire??"

"Because lukewarm bread isn't good enough." She said frankly.

I looked at her for the first time. She had long, dark brown hair. She was an average height. Her face showed only a tiny trace of fear.

"What's your name?" She asked, still holding the bread over the fire.

"Uhh, Jake. Yours?"

"Katlyn."

She broke the bread into three pieces. I got up and took mine. Wesley was still half-asleep. I kicked him a few times and put the bread next to his face.

"Err... Thanks for saving me." Katlyn said shyly.

"No problem."

She relaxed after that, and we all talked about what was happening. Katlyn's sister had gotten the disease, and then her mom. Her Dad had already died a few years back from Cancer. She had ran from home when her sister turned into a zombie. We told her we had had to kill Wes' family. It was a trade of sad stories, but we got to know each other better.

Then we saw a few zombies coming our way.

"Well, downtown's right over there. Let's just forget the zombies and get to Wal-Mart." I said.

They agreed, and we climbed the fence. But Wesley's shirt got caught on it.

"Wesley, hurry up!!"

"I can't! I'm stuck!!"

"Hold on!!"

The zombies were getting closer now. We tugged and tugged at the shirt, but it wouldn't come off. Nor could he take it off; it was twisted around him.

They were feet away. I took out my sword and cut the shirt off. Then I proceeded to kill the zombies. There were only three.

It had come close plenty of times, but we had made it. We pulled ourselves over to the Wal-Mart and began to take food. And it turned out that Katlyn was a great cook.