It was very odd when I rounded a corner within a derelict building to find myself face-to-face with a kid wearing one of those zombie tees that you would see younger folks wearing before the actual uprising happened. It's one thing to enjoy a few horror movies by Romero when there was actual working electricity, but now that zombies walked the earth and were a reality...why would you want to be constantly reminded of what could kill you at any minute? The kid didn't look too worse for wear, though. He looked pretty healthy, actually, so he must have been doing something right.
Trusting people in general hasn't been a great idea since the zombies rose up and started infecting people. Folks would hide bite wounds until they got really sick and turned. There were people who would rob you blind of everything you had instead of foraging for their own stuff. There were even cannibals in the city who had resorted to eating fresh zombies, and even live people if they could catch them. I would have understood better if the kid in the zombie tees had just run away, but he amazed me by wanting to team up.
I was almost out of everything in my sack. I had a sheaf of old crackers that were hardly chewable and a couple of mouthfuls of bleached water in one of my bottles. The boy in the zombie tshirts and I found a quiet place away from the roads and shared what I had. The boy immediately proved me right for picking him up by taking me to a shattered pipe that he had found that is attached directly to a well system. It had been so long since I had anything but stale, chlorinated water that I nearly cried when I tasted how cool and sweet it was. The boy's face lit up when I asked him if he knew any other secret places. He did in fact know of a place untouched by scavengers. It was swarmed with zombies, but he could get us there safely. I thought I had won the lottery by finding this kid.
It is always an agonizing process to move through the city through a swarm. They seem to instinctively bunch together, so the zombies are really thick in some areas and non-existent in others. The bad part is that the only food left to really scavenge is in the swarmed-over areas. The kid in the zombie shirts knew where one of these places was, and I trusted him to lead me there. What a fool I am. It took us two whole days to finally get to our destination, and I was weak from lack of food. When we came through those buildings to see an intersection with three untouched stores on each corner, I couldn't help but drool. The kid explained that we had to make a dash for an opposite alley. There were zombies everywhere, but I trusted him.
He told me to follow him, and I did willingly. Anything to get to that precious food. We raced between two buildings, and then two more. It was far too fast, but I had to believe the boy knew what he was doing. He had a plan. He was the one that was well-fed, so he had to know what he was doing. Even though the zombies had noticed us and were slowly closing in, I had faith...and then he tripped me. I went down hard, and I realized that my ankle was shattered. I wasn't going anywhere. Now I watch the zombies close in, and the boy with the zombie t-shirt's plan became all too clear. He would have plenty of time to forage while the swarm was busy feeding.
Trusting people in general hasn't been a great idea since the zombies rose up and started infecting people. Folks would hide bite wounds until they got really sick and turned. There were people who would rob you blind of everything you had instead of foraging for their own stuff. There were even cannibals in the city who had resorted to eating fresh zombies, and even live people if they could catch them. I would have understood better if the kid in the zombie tees had just run away, but he amazed me by wanting to team up.
I was almost out of everything in my sack. I had a sheaf of old crackers that were hardly chewable and a couple of mouthfuls of bleached water in one of my bottles. The boy in the zombie tshirts and I found a quiet place away from the roads and shared what I had. The boy immediately proved me right for picking him up by taking me to a shattered pipe that he had found that is attached directly to a well system. It had been so long since I had anything but stale, chlorinated water that I nearly cried when I tasted how cool and sweet it was. The boy's face lit up when I asked him if he knew any other secret places. He did in fact know of a place untouched by scavengers. It was swarmed with zombies, but he could get us there safely. I thought I had won the lottery by finding this kid.
It is always an agonizing process to move through the city through a swarm. They seem to instinctively bunch together, so the zombies are really thick in some areas and non-existent in others. The bad part is that the only food left to really scavenge is in the swarmed-over areas. The kid in the zombie shirts knew where one of these places was, and I trusted him to lead me there. What a fool I am. It took us two whole days to finally get to our destination, and I was weak from lack of food. When we came through those buildings to see an intersection with three untouched stores on each corner, I couldn't help but drool. The kid explained that we had to make a dash for an opposite alley. There were zombies everywhere, but I trusted him.
He told me to follow him, and I did willingly. Anything to get to that precious food. We raced between two buildings, and then two more. It was far too fast, but I had to believe the boy knew what he was doing. He had a plan. He was the one that was well-fed, so he had to know what he was doing. Even though the zombies had noticed us and were slowly closing in, I had faith...and then he tripped me. I went down hard, and I realized that my ankle was shattered. I wasn't going anywhere. Now I watch the zombies close in, and the boy with the zombie t-shirt's plan became all too clear. He would have plenty of time to forage while the swarm was busy feeding.
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