Second Chapter of 'Zombie Apocalypse Story'

Chapter 2

I couldn’t see Robbie anywhere so I left. When I opened the school gate, I was attacked by a couple. They screamed.

“I’m not a zombie! I’m alive! Please don’t kill me!” I pleaded. They got off me and gave me a quick glance. “Oh, sorry. We get quite paranoid. Where are you heading?” They asked. I took a minute to see who they were. There was a middle aged man, maybe 35? He had short, black hair and he was wearing a mucky, flannel shirt with jeans. And there was a woman, also middle aged. I think they were a couple. She had a ponytail of long brown hair and she was wearing leggings and a graphic t-shirt.

“I don’t know. I’m looking for my son” I replied.

“Well, you can come with us. We’re heading south. All the kids are being taken down south.”

“Oh, thank you, so much for telling me!”

“It's fine, we have a car so we can go quickly. What’s your name?” They asked.

“I’m Iris, how about you guys?”

“I’m Jack and that’s Zoe.”

“Nice to meet you! Anyway, let’s go,” said Zoe. We started to walk to the car when a man jumped out of nowhere. Jack grabbed an axe from his back and hacked him in the stomach. I was taken aback that he was so experienced in killing. “Um... How did you do...? Never mind.” We got in the car and drove for an hour.

“So, where were you guys before this?” I asked.

“We were picking up Precious. But then a teacher said all children were being sent south. How about you?”

“Just at home, waiting for Robbie to come home. Nothing interesting. I was knitting but then I got a call from Robbie. He was really scared. I hope he’s being brave. He usually is.” I began to weep. Zoe put her hand on my back and said

“We all hope they’re being brave, honey. And they probably are.”

Then the car spluttered to a stop. “We’ve run out of gas!” He said, huffing under his breath.

“There should be a gas station nearby, hopefully,” said Zoe. I took a gulp from my bottle and evaluated the situation. I only had 3 chocolate bars, 2 apples, 2 bottles of water, 1 pencil and notebook and a knife. No gas.

“I guess we’ll have to walk. We’ll figure it out!” I said, trying to be optimistic. Though all I was thinking about was finding Robbie.

We started trekking across the forest; a knife in hand, an axe in Jack’s and a bottle in Zoe’s. The knife was shaking in my sweaty hand. Every other minute, someone would turn to look for a zombie. “So, Iris, what was your life like before this?” Jack asked.

“Um... Well, I have one son, Robbie. He’s 10 years old. He’s my world. Everything I work for is for him; because of him. I work as a waitress in a bar. Unfortunately, I’m not treated very well, at all. But I want Robbie to have the best education. I hope I can find him.” I said, my eyes tearing up. Zoe patted me on the back, giving me a smile.

“It’s alright. We have a daughter called Precious. About the same age as Robbie. We’re going to get her now. Aren’t we, dear?”

“Yes. Maybe they’ve met! That would be great!”

“What did you guys do before this?” I asked.

“I am a lawyer and Zoe’s a doctor. We earned a lot of money too. We both love our jobs. We look forward to getting back to them after all this ends. Do you have any foo...?” He replied, before being cut off in horror. There stood a shadowed figure. He had a limp on his right leg. His face had a bloody gash in it. He was bruised and beaten. He fell to the ground. “Help me! Please!” He said, quietly and hoarsely.
“Oh my goodness! Get help!”

“Please...” His voice drifted.

“No, wait!” She knelt down and put her fingers to his neck. “He’s dead!” She sat and cried. Her head buried deep in her hands.

“He never got to live his life! He looks only 20 years old!” He suddenly sat up and began to chew on Zoe’s neck. “Zoe!” Jack yelled, he then dug his axe into the zombie’s head. It was too late. She was badly hurt. She could hardly walk as the gash on her neck was so large.

“We can deal with this. We can do this.” Jack said, trying to reassure himself.

“Jack, I think we need to leave her. She’s unconscious. I don’t think she’ll wake up.”

“No, we’re going to take her.” He said, determinedly.

“Jack,” I said calmly and I put my hand on his arm. He pulled away and shouted “No! We need to take her. We just need to wake her up!” He shook her gently, saying “Wake up, Babe. Come on! Please. Just wake up. Precious needs us.” He stopped shaking her and sat whispering “We can fix this, we can fix this.”

“Come on, we have to go.” He suddenly stood up and yelled “Stupid!” and he kicked the dead man, hard. He then picked up Zoe and said “She’ll wake up, I know she will.”

We began to walk through the forest again. Jack slumped over while walking. He looked very tired.

 “Jack, we have to leave her. She isn’t going to wake up. You’re obviously tired.”

“No! I’ll do anything for her. She will wake up!” He yelled; tears falling with every step. I slowed down and walked beside him. He looked at me and stopped.

“She didn’t deserve this, Iris! Why did this have to happen?” He sobbed.

“I don’t know why this happened,” I said, calmly. I saw a hut in the distance. “Come on, let’s go there.” We went into the hut. I dropped my bag and sat on the floor. I laid my head down. Jack gently placed Zoe in the corner and copied what I did, next to her. He stroked her face and smiled.

“Goodnight, Jack.”

“Goodnight.”

I heard him whisper, “Goodnight, Zoe.”