Zombie lovins

 

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or there ya go as you choose not to read. ha ha

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The second shot rang out like a dim reminder of the grim reality that surrounded her. She instinctively held her own rifle a little more securely as she made her way across the dark pavilion. This had once been a church where kids had ran and played while their family’s talked and smiled after what must have surely been a wonderful church service. A time when they were focused on God and all that he was doing to bless and teach and lead them. Leslie couldn’t help but frown as she passed it, her fingers caressing the trigger as she swept the area in front of her.

 

Where had God gone? What was he doing? Had he abandoned this doomed planet and left it to its own destruction? Was he waiting for just the right moment to swoop down and save the last remaining handful of humanity that was struggling to survive out of some weird instinct to live that seemed hopeless and almost morbid in it’s intensity. She had spent many a night, staring into the blackness around her wondering why she even cared anymore. The hushed sound of those who relied on her for their safety a pale whisper in the back of her mind, hardly in competition with the screaming that seemed to rail nonstop against her thoughts as soon as she was left alone.

 

She turned swiftly as footsteps rushed up behind her. It was Bren, a tall Asian man with long black hair. His gun hung across his chest on the ragged homemade strap he had made. She stared at it with a glare.

 

“Always at the ready, Bren. Always. You had no idea if I was still ok. It’s how we survive. Always ready.”

 

Bren nodded, picking up the gun and letting it rest in the crook of his arm where he could swing it into action with a split seconds worth of notice.

 

“She came back almost instantly… it was the fastest I’ve seen.”

 

Leslie nodded. “It stands to reason there would be a progression as the virus adapts.  It’s smart, and we have to be smarter. Hurry with me. Lance and Mike will have to hurry. We shouldn’t linger out here. It’s only secure as long as we are undetected… move with me.”

 

Leslie turned and with a quick glance over her shoulder she run into the shadows, Brent keeping pace behind her. She approached the wall with speed and vaulted over the top. It was about 8 feet high and it was clear that she had traveled over it’s length several times, the practiced ease of her muscles as she slid down the opposite side, raising her gun in a wide arc as the area around them was illuminated by the flashlight that had been attached to the barrel. The area was still and quiet, a few leaves scrambling across the concrete causing her to pause and stare with intensity until she felt safe enough to move.

 

Bren was at her side and took the lead as he ran towards the base of a tree that slumped next to the house that inhabited the center of the yard they had just entered. He used the trunk as a spring board to grab hold of the sliding roof of a small shed that leaned next to the wall. He pulled himself up and scratched across the roof on all fours until he reached the tarp covered hole and smoothly slipped inside. Leslie was immediately behind him, taking care to cover the entrance and secure it from the inside before letting her body slide down into the dim crawl space. She followed a few feet to the swinging door that led down into what had once been a kitchen.<font face=”Times New Roman”>

 

The large room was gutted and seemed to have no use at all. The windows were boarded over with various pieces of wood and metal barely let in any light. The sink stood in strange solitude, the counters and cabinetry all removed to board up various vulnerable spots like windows and doorways. A droplet of water splashed into it’s basin. Oddly, plumbing hadn’t ceased when the other luxuries of electricity and gas had simply faded away. The only exit from the room was at the farthest wall away from the window. Here, the seemingly seamless barricade had an access point visible to those who knew where to look.

 

This was no inviting residence filled with warmth and invitation. This was what became of humanity when it had to scratch and scream and fight with all that was left inside of it to survive. This was the result of demolition of civilization. For Leslie and Bren, this was home.