Survival...That's What Counts Pt. 2

Got the call today. I'm still a little iffy on the plan. She said, "We're headin' for the Costco." Seems like a good idea at first. Then you think about the people who're gonna head there as well. And some of them might be infected. But I'm still going. It's probably the best bet for a bunch of teenagers. She said we'll live up in the rafters up in the top. Block the doors with giant bags of rice. Heh. Look at me, trying to be funny during the end of the world. But no, I'm going. Any of the non-infected might help us out up there.
That's not all that happened. I was up in the tree, packing up, when I saw some idiot coming down the street beating the shit out of everything moving with a wooden bat. I pulled out some binoculars I ran back into the house for. Hey...that's not some idiot...that's my idiot friend, Michael. I flagged him down. He noticed my waving and ran over. I pulled him up into the tree:

"Jesus Christ, Michael, you're all right?"
"(Pant) Yeah, (Cough) I'm fine. Sorry I'm late." (I had called him while in the tree.)
"No problem, man." I noticed the thing strapped to his back. "Where the Hell did you get a rifle?"
"My neighbor was in the military."
"And they just GAVE this to him?" I was incredulous.
"Don't question a perfect situation," he replied.
"All right, all right...by the way, we're going to Costco."
"Are we now?"
"Yes. And we better start moving. You're little walk up here has attracted some friends. Oh hey, it's the Lawn Nazi from down the street."

The neighbors started coming in. We stayed in that tree for about an hour, picking off the undead one by one. Had quite a scare when the runners started coming. But, thankfully, they were still dead enough to not be able to climb. Oh, and if you're curious, the Lawn Nazi got one right above the eye. Asshole.
We climbed out of the tree, the dead in small piles of three or four around us. It occured to me, then, that I might want a close-range weapon. I went into my garage. Ah, there was the spade. I grabbed that. Michael and I went to the kitchen.

"Want a knife?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied, "might need a back-up incase the bat breaks."

So I gave him the knife. That's when we heard the dragging sound. It came around the corner. My sister. I guess I didn't hit it hard enough. I don't know how on earth it broke its legs. Tears came to my eyes as I lifted my spade. I brought it down on her neck. Decapitation. Quick and clean. Mike looked at me.

"You gonna be all right?" he asked cautiously.
"Yeah...lets go...do you need bullets?"
"It's good to have a lot."
"Yeah, me too," I said.

So we went to my gun-happy neighbor's house. Sure enough, he had a few boxes lying around. A thought accured to me. I ran into my house and grabbed the can of gasoline for the lawnmower. I ripped off the top and ran through the house, pouring it everywhere. Before I struck the match, I ran to my mom's purse. Yep, pack a Maraboros. End of the World's coming, might as well start now. I lit the cigarette with the match and took a drag. I hacked up a lung. I'll get used to it, I thought. Then I dropped the match and ran. I looked back and saw the house go up. With that part of my heart burned away, I turned to Michael (he had been waiting outside).

"Anything else?"
"...Katie Hanks called me before I came here. We should help her," Michael said.
"All right, then. Smoke?"
"I'm not starting now, man."

With that, we strapped on our packs and started off for Katie's. And then, it was off to Costco. This is gonna sound weird and cliche, but it was looking like Heaven on Earth. I hope we make it.