Days passed with nothing happening but organizing and packing. The scratching at the walls and doors grew louder as time went on. At a few points the zombies almost managed to get inside. We had two broken windows and a missing front door by the time we were ready to leave. We had been forced to board them up with a table we chopped apart using my fire axe.
The day we were going to leave the sounds outside had gone from scratching to full on pounding. The kitchen wall was beginning to crack. The house was in worse shape than ever, which was saying quite a lot.
We stood at the door, covered in bags, ready to charge for the car. I held my axe, Cameron the hedge clippers, Jesse the sledge hammer, and Evan his slugger. Evan looked over to the three of us to check if we were ready. We all nodded silently.
Evan threw the door open and we sprinted over to the car. There was a crunching sound as the zombies’ heads turned toward us. Jesse flung open the trunk and started tossing the bags in. I dropped mine to the ground and gripped the handle of my axe as I watched the zombies charge toward us.
One leapt at me, its mouth open and its arms stretched out. I swung my axe as hard as I could and chopped its head clean off. Three more rushed forward. I made one large sweep across their torsos. I looked down at my feet to find the zombies’ upper bodies pulling themselves toward me. One of the zombies grabbed my leg. His hand was cold and clammy like a corpse, but its grip was firm and wouldn’t let go. I screamed as I felt its icy touch. I jumped back and brought the dull side of the axe down on his head, making black goo pour out of it. Zombies are the most revolting creatures in the world.
I did the same to the other two and threw my bags into the trunk. “Hurry the hell up, Jesse!” I shouted as I drove the blade of my axe into another head. “This may seem like a good time, but I assure you it’s not. Hey I have an idea, you try it and I’ll do your stunningly simple job!”
“Hey,” he spat, glancing over his shoulder. “You pestering me isn’t making me go faster or making you kill more zombies.”
“Maybe not, but it sure is making me feel better. I hate having all these emotions bottled up inside.” I knocked a zombie to the side using the dull edge of my blade. More black gunk poured out of his head. Jesse slammed the trunk closed.
“All done,” he announced. “Let’s get going!” We all jumped in the car; Evan driving, Jesse in the passenger seat, Cameron and I in the back. As Evan sped out of the driveway, a zombie jumped behind the car and was plowed into the ground by the power of our four wheel drive. We zoomed down the street going eighty in a thirty-mile-per-hour speed limit zone. Maybe there was a good side to all of the cops having been eaten my grave crawlers.
Zombies weren’t an issue on our way out of town, and once we hit the highway it was all just open road. Well, open road covered in cars full of dead bodies. “Hey you guys,” said Evan cheerfully. “You ready for a zombie fighting road trip?” We all cheered. Cameron and I glanced at each other.
It was going to be a fun few weeks.
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