Chapter 20:

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Well, obviously I passed out. And not only that, everyone else is gone so I’m all alone in this alley with the dead bodies… that aren’t even there anymore. What the shit happened? I rose to my feet, swerving as I walked. Feeling light headed and stuff. I headed out of the alley and everything was to shit. I mean it.

Fires broke out in stores and shops and stuff. Cars were either destroyed by explosions or flipped over. Water sprouted from where a fire hydrant should be like water shooting out from a whale’s back.

Where is everybody? By everybody, I mean Ariana, Amari, and David. I looked around and saw that the zombies that were in the store were also out here and they were looking right at me. Suddenly, they charged at me.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed as I ran the opposite way they did. I leaped over a flipped car and took refuge in a nearby shop. I ducked inside and watched as the zombies ran past the shop I hid in. I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked around and saw that I was in a barbershop. No one was inside. It was clean and such. It wasn’t at all affected by the plague. Or apocalypse. I sat in the barber chair and rubbed my neck where I was bit and I just had to look in the mirror. “Where is my wound?!” I exclaimed happily. “It healed?” I questioned this very thoroughly. How did it heal? When did it heal? Hmm… So many questions, but not enough time to answer.

I looked back outside. It looked so horrible and devastated. But I wanted to find my sister and friends, but I don’t have a weapon. I looked around for a weapon of any sort. After searching for something blunt for forty five minutes, I found a broom, clippers, scissors, alcohol, some keys, a lighter, and a few bullets, but no gun. Who the hell keeps bullets but no gun? That’s like me keeping sugar, but no kool aid. Or a printer, but no computer. Or even worse, games, but no game system. I hope whoever left only bullets died a horrible, painful death. Oh well. How am I supposed to find my friends when I can’t even protect myself? I slouched down in the chair, defeated and alone. In a town, maybe world, full of zombies. I stared at the window and saw a jacket, a very famous jacket among the zombie world. It was yellow and black, with a white stripe going across the chest. And that’s when it hit me. I smiled happily. “Thank you, Chuck Greene.”

Submitted: February 13, 2014

Horror