All the zombies ran to the demolished car, I grabbed my dog's leash but there was no dog on the other end. "Thunder?" … "THUNDER!"
I came running to my dog who had a scratch on the side of his stomach. "JIMMY THUNDER IS BLEEDING!"
Jimmy ran to the box and brought it to us. All I heard were our breaths , the dog whimpering, and the zombies groans. “JIMMY OPEN THE DANG BOX NOW! I AM NOT GOING TO LOSE MY DOG, I HAVE OWNED HIM FOR ABOUT FIVE YEARS ALREADY I AM NOT LETTING HIM GO TO SOME ZOMBIES!”
He opened it there was a flare gun and a medical kit, as well as a cell phone “Oh my god thank you lord for saving this dog!” Jimmy!! I'll patch him up, you call the police.”
Jimmy dialed the number and I wrapped up Thunder with bandages. “We are still out in the open, lets go hide in a tent for now.”
He turned around and said “They are on their way! They are helping other people. May God have mercy on those souls!”
so he put the phone away and we ran as far as we can away from the area, we settled ourselves in a small tent and we were sitting there with my dog in my hands and the cell phone in Jimmy's. Thirty minutes have passed and no one came.... until we heard a faint sound of a siren, “WE ARE SAVED!” we said in unison. The car came in running over two zombies, three men with bullet proof suits and wearing riot helmet, they came out of the SUV with vectors in each one of there hands blasting the zombies they ran everywhere screaming “where are you?” we got the flare gun and shot in the air. They started running toward us and screamed “GET IN THE CAR NOW!”
We sprinted, I had my dog in my hands and ran to the car two out of the three were in front of me and one was in the back escorting us to the car. We hooped in the car and the officers went in and revved the the engine and we left the territory, it was silent as silent as an abandoned village and there was only the sound of the engine and our breath.
Three months have passed since the day I witness the sprout of a new virus called “fracture” and they still did not find the cure, I looked out my window witnessing the death and destruction right before my eyes. Body bags scattered all over the streets,
people making rants and freaking out over the epidemic. The sound of gunshots echoing through the air was so familiar to me, maybe it was the fact that I survived for so long. I coughed a few times and the last one was pretty ugly, I spat blood from my mouth. I went into my bathroom and took some pills, I looked at the mirror and said to myself “Dang those parasites!”
I looked down at my hand and rolled up my sleeve and saw the outline of the bite on my arm, the purple and yellow colors slowly made their way up my arm. I looked up at the mirror again seeing myself falling apart my hair falling off and my eyes turning yellow, a tear ran down my cheek and I said “why me?”