Somehwere Between Hell and Zombies
Sitting Ducks
"Does that mean that your mom is upstairs like that too, just waiting for her next meal?"
Derek asked me shyly. I said nothing as i broke down, and we emptied the food from the
cupboards. We went upstairs, praying that it wasn't true. "I guess if it does, that we're safe
because I shut the door when I left." He said reassuringly, knowing neither of us were
capable of handling it if she had to be killed too.
We sat up in my room, with the door shut and barricaded by my dresser, looking out at
the zombies in the street, wondering the same thing. What happened, were we the only
ones left, and how smart and able were those malicious things? Only a few of our
unspoken thoughts that we didn't really want answered.
Honestly, you might think us crazy for not jumping to find out answers, but just think
about it. At a time like that, do you, or would you really want to know if you were the only
people left living in the world? What kind of hope or confidence would that leave us with?
"We can't just sit here, and wait to see what is going to happen like sitting ducks." I
finally exclaimed after hours of watching the things pretty much walk in circles, for lack of a
better name. "Lets try going next door to the Johnson's house, and see if we can find
anyone."
Derek looked at me with a look I couldn't quite grasp as he said, "so what, do you just want
to go house to house looking for survivors and killing anyone who isn't human? How do we
know that we can handle that some more, killing our friends and neighbors?"
"Well, we will just have to try. It's better than sitting here and waiting to die." I retorted. I then
got up and grabbed my bag filled with food and my gun. I gave him a brave smile as I pulled
him up. He too grabbed his stuff as we headed out the door to the new hell we had to face
outside.
Getting next door proved to be a simple task because it seemed that all of the creatures
were in the street on the other side of the house. Once we got inside, our defensive nerves
kicked in and we searched the entire main floor, but saw and heard nothing to indicate that
we weren't alone.
The Johnson's were an elderly couple who had spent their retired days on road trips and
helping out their neighbors by watching their young children. I always though that there was
something strange about Mr. Johnson, but everyone told me I was being paranoid.
However, one night I googled him, and found that in his younger years, he had been a
registered sex offender. He had moved with his wife to an undisclosed location and didn't
register again. The authorities weren't too concerned about it because of his old age. I never
told anyone because I didn't want to put him out. Now I kind of wish that I would have.
When we got upstairs, we were greeted by the overwhelming smell of "old people" we
both got ready, and I gave Derek a nod as he pushed open the bedroom door open. There
was nothing. "Well, maybe they're out with the rest of the zombies." I said cluelessly. There
was only a bedroom and a bathroom upstairs, for it was a small house. Derek headed back
downstairs towards the garage. As he pushed it open, we both saw that the Johnson's giant
R.V. was gone. "They must have went on a trip or something."Derek said with a sigh of
relief. Knowing that this house was clear, Derek took the black sharpie he always had out of
his pocket. He then went up to the fridge and put a large check mark on it. When he saw me
staring at him funny he said, " That way if anyone else comes through here, they will know
it's OK. " I gave him a nod as he took my hand and headed for the door. The Strait's house
was next, and we had to be quick because it would soon be dark.
Derek asked me shyly. I said nothing as i broke down, and we emptied the food from the
cupboards. We went upstairs, praying that it wasn't true. "I guess if it does, that we're safe
because I shut the door when I left." He said reassuringly, knowing neither of us were
capable of handling it if she had to be killed too.
We sat up in my room, with the door shut and barricaded by my dresser, looking out at
the zombies in the street, wondering the same thing. What happened, were we the only
ones left, and how smart and able were those malicious things? Only a few of our
unspoken thoughts that we didn't really want answered.
Honestly, you might think us crazy for not jumping to find out answers, but just think
about it. At a time like that, do you, or would you really want to know if you were the only
people left living in the world? What kind of hope or confidence would that leave us with?
"We can't just sit here, and wait to see what is going to happen like sitting ducks." I
finally exclaimed after hours of watching the things pretty much walk in circles, for lack of a
better name. "Lets try going next door to the Johnson's house, and see if we can find
anyone."
Derek looked at me with a look I couldn't quite grasp as he said, "so what, do you just want
to go house to house looking for survivors and killing anyone who isn't human? How do we
know that we can handle that some more, killing our friends and neighbors?"
"Well, we will just have to try. It's better than sitting here and waiting to die." I retorted. I then
got up and grabbed my bag filled with food and my gun. I gave him a brave smile as I pulled
him up. He too grabbed his stuff as we headed out the door to the new hell we had to face
outside.
Getting next door proved to be a simple task because it seemed that all of the creatures
were in the street on the other side of the house. Once we got inside, our defensive nerves
kicked in and we searched the entire main floor, but saw and heard nothing to indicate that
we weren't alone.
The Johnson's were an elderly couple who had spent their retired days on road trips and
helping out their neighbors by watching their young children. I always though that there was
something strange about Mr. Johnson, but everyone told me I was being paranoid.
However, one night I googled him, and found that in his younger years, he had been a
registered sex offender. He had moved with his wife to an undisclosed location and didn't
register again. The authorities weren't too concerned about it because of his old age. I never
told anyone because I didn't want to put him out. Now I kind of wish that I would have.
When we got upstairs, we were greeted by the overwhelming smell of "old people" we
both got ready, and I gave Derek a nod as he pushed open the bedroom door open. There
was nothing. "Well, maybe they're out with the rest of the zombies." I said cluelessly. There
was only a bedroom and a bathroom upstairs, for it was a small house. Derek headed back
downstairs towards the garage. As he pushed it open, we both saw that the Johnson's giant
R.V. was gone. "They must have went on a trip or something."Derek said with a sigh of
relief. Knowing that this house was clear, Derek took the black sharpie he always had out of
his pocket. He then went up to the fridge and put a large check mark on it. When he saw me
staring at him funny he said, " That way if anyone else comes through here, they will know
it's OK. " I gave him a nod as he took my hand and headed for the door. The Strait's house
was next, and we had to be quick because it would soon be dark.