Hometown Hell part 2

Hunter had decided to wait for in the car to serve as lookout. Todd and I stepped cautiously out of the car looking in all directions for zombies. We slowly stepped up on the porch.

“Hunter better snap out of it soon.” Todd said with anger. “He’s dead weight.”

“Just give him some time man. You were somewhat prepared for this he wasn’t.”

“Whatever.” He sneered.

This is gonna be a problem.

The inside of my house was trashed. For the last couple of years my mom, brothers, and I had been staying with my grandmother and my stepdad was staying with his mom. The only sign that there had been any life here was the blood that seemed to be on every surface.

“Watch for anything, alive or undead.” We walked down the hall to the middle room, my room. I opened the door. It was amazingly untouched, free of carnage and destruction .My room was small but comfortable and it was as messy as I had left it. My bed, which was two twin size mattresses stacked on top of each other, had clothes all over it, and my dresser which had my stereo was covered in various things and playing static rather than the usual metal music. Directly across my bed was the closet that held the guns my stepdad left for self defense, while the two pistols were in my bottom dresser drawer. I gathered all the guns and loaded them, except for the powder guns which I decided to leave. There were five boxes of shells for each of the two pistols, three boxes for the two 12 gauges, one box for the 20 gauge, and two for the bolt-action rifle. I put all but the two pistols in the duffel bag I had used for football the year before. I threw the bag over my shoulder and clicked the safety off the 9mm and put the other in my belt. Todd went out of the door and turned aiming the gun down the hall looking like one of those special ops guys from the movies. We found one of my brothers backpacks and went into the northern part, the part with the kitchen, to gather food. We started to throw cans of food into our bags along with a few bottles of water and a can opener of course. The noise was enough to alert my grandmother who came lurching out of the room next to the kitchen.

“Shoot!” I yelled at Todd. He was in my line of fire. Part of her cheek and several parts of her neckline and left shoulder was missing, and by the time Todd reacted so was the rest of her head.

I heard a moan from behind me. We made a quick 180 and found it was my mother. ”Mom?” She snarled in response and dragged herself from underneath the table towards to us. I resigned myself to the obvious and reluctantly squeezed the trigger on the 9mm. Her moans were silenced and hopefully her spirit could rest. My eyes began to water, but there was no time for tears. We separated to opposite ends of the house to get supplies from the bathrooms. We found a couple first-aid kits and some pills, antibiotics and pain relievers. We met back at the front door and there was a long honk. We rushed outside on to the porch and saw a small group of zombies moving toward the car.

“We gotta go!” I yelled running down the steps. I threw the duffel bag in the back with Hunter and jumped in the passenger seat. Todd did likewise with his pack and shoved the key in the ignition.

“C’mon man!” I was beginning to panic. Hunter looked scared the first emotion I seen on his face since we got to Todd’s.

“I’m fu***ing Trying!” The car rumbled to life as their bloodstained hand touched it. He slammed the car in reverse. The wheels screeched and the car was thrown back into a neighbor’s front room. After a moment of being stunned I got out of the car still somewhat disoriented. Todd and Hunter soon followed Todd with his single-shot break-over and Hunter with one of the 12 gauge pumps.

I don’t remember much of that first battle. I knew after Todd shot reloaded and shot again he almost broke his break-over over the head of one of the zombies. Hunters Face went from fear to anger as he shot and emptied the five capacity shotgun. There were at least twelve of them. I don’t know how many I took out myself but both clips were empty, and all of the zombies were fully dead.

We walked down the road to a less mutilated house and cleared it. We spent the night there in that strange house. I took first watch and cried nearly half of my three hour shift. I knew that my family was gone and that I wouldn’t leave my hometown until I knew my once family couldn’t change anyone else into these horrible monstrosities. Hunter took the next watch.

“Hey.” I nodded to show I heard him. “I’m sorry man. Todd told me what you had to do.” I just shook my head.

“Its fine, you had to watch your brother die, it’s no worse than that.” He flinched. “I’ll be fine.” I said the last to reassure myself rather than him.

“Okay” I handed him the pump shotgun I had been holding and went to the couch of the commandeered house.

I mostly just lay there staring at the ceiling wondering what this new life was going to be, and how quickly it would likely end. Terrible possibilities shadowed my every thought and I felt as though I might go insane with each visual of me killing a friend or loved one. Eventually I drifted to sleep with thankfully nothing but a sea of black to greet me.

I was awakened by Todd a little after first light. The previous day’s horror struck me once more and I wished I was still sleeping. “It’s time to go.” He said.

“Fine.” I woke up Hunter and ate some of the food in the house. After that we stored the rest in our packs and gathered all the supplies we could carry. There were keys on one of the corpses to a black four door pick up.

When a better time to learn to drive than the during zombie apocalypse? I thought with a small smirk. “There will be no better time” I answered myself. Todd and Hunter gave me a weird look. Oh great I’m gonna go insane talking to myself. “I’m driving.” I said more confidently than I felt.

They looked kinda scared.