The Long Way Home

I hefted the register preparing to throw it through the glass and make my escape, when i felt Tim tugging at my hoodie, I glanced over my shoulder still holding the register above my head, he was pointing toward the kitchen area of the bodega, behind the register. I put the cash box down, and moved to get a better view of the back room, where i saw, the door. It looked like it lead directly to the street, and perhaps there where less of the dead heads that way, since the masses of them seemed to be directly in front of the main entrance, which was now visibly shaking in it's foundation. My heart shuddered at the moans i could hear getting louder and sounding more, hungry, from outside the wall. Tim and I headed to the back door, carefully i listened against it, and after a moment of not hearing anything, decided to try my luck. I breathed in quickly, and shoved open the door, i was relieved to see this exit not swarming with the monsters, but didn't have time to celebrate this small victory. As soon as we could see them, they seemed to sense our presence and collectively turned toward us, uttering that bone chilling moan, shuffling in our direction as we ran from the BART station, toward the park across the street.

The sun was shining, the sky was blue, it was an other wise pleasant day, you know, aside from hordes of the undead chasing me to eat my flesh, it was rather nice. Though on this day, i didn't exactly have time to stop and smell the flowers, i sure wish i had now, as there aren't any flowers left, but all i could think of then, was getting home, getting armed, and surviving this plague. Tim started to edge away from me, and i asked him, "where you think you're going" to which he responded, "I gotta go home, my sister.. ... ... " and then bolted like a panic ridden dog. I was now alone, I sighed, and then realized i was not so much alone, as i still had about 15 Zombies shambling slowly toward me from where i'd left them at the train station. I looked up the road that would lead me to my car, and then, i hoped, home.. It had never looked farther away, than that day..