The Gangs Rules

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
A post apocalyptic world that has been overrun with zombies. Focuses on one mans short adventure trying to get back to his gang he survives with, on the journey he recalls various events of how he ended up in this situation.

Submitted: April 30, 2014

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"Shit. Was it left after the red car? Or was I thinking of the street after this one? Fuck, I can't remember."
 This raced through Daveys mind. He frantically kept walking forward and nervously looking behind his shoulder, even though there was nothing there a second a go and he knows there won't be something there now. He goes to wipe the sweat off his forehead but finds it dry as a bone, he looks at it puzzled for a second then realizes he has more important matters.
" I need to think."
He looked around his right hand clawing at his left forearm, peeling away some skin, he needed clues and he needed them now! The black car was still in the middle of the road and the smoke still came from the house on the third left.
 "They're getting closer. I can basically hear them right behind me! Oh no wait, I had to go through the house with two kids in the garden!"
He didn't have time to take a sigh of relief as he knew that every second wasted might mean a life lost. Mainly his. He shuffled as fast as he could through the front door and over the wreckage of the houses interior. He didn't know why he was panicking, he knew he always had to have a constant sense of danger but today...today something felt different. Like, he knew something bad was going to happen but it was too late.  These thoughts only made him panic more, the corridors in the house seemed to get smaller and narrower, the paintings seemed to stare back at him, he swore he could hear the children in the garden laughing at his frantic state. The cool air of outside hit him like a brick wall as now he could enjoy his sigh of relief and also a few more to calm him down. The premonitions he was having started to creep back slowly in his mind but he knew they weren't true, he was just nervous. He patted his pockets in hope of finding a pack of fags but knowing all of them were long long gone. Alan's laughter echoed in his head, how Davey still remembered the harshness and cruelty of that laugh when he asked for fags. But this wasn't the time to have stupid paranoid thoughts. He had to get back to them.
"You go through the house, slip through the broken fence, down the side alley, left after the red car and then a zig zag of alleys to navigate through" 
 
Davey recited to himself with his eyes shut. Wasting no more time he packed his clunky, fat body through the tight gap in the fence and fell onto the street. Oh how the gang would have laughed. Especially Alan. Davey knew they didn't want him, he knew how they thought of him as old and fat and inexperienced. Tears nearly welled up in Daveys eyes as he thought of the world he woke up after his car crash. How he was confused and scared, all those lonely fearful nights he spent hiding under kitchen tables spooning tins of beans into his mouth. He was lucky when he stumbled into the gangs usual supply route, he was lucky when he found out his brother in law Tyler was co-chief, he was lucky that Tyler used his influence to allow this blubbering slob into the group, he was lucky. These memories caused a sharp pain in Daveys leg for some reason but it motivated him to get up off the ground. He looked left, then right and then left again. He nodded his head and deduced that it was left you were supposed to go down and then you should be able to see the side alley. So Davey shifted himself down the street and started willing his feet to move. He swore he heard grunts and moans coming from inside the house, except it wasn't inside the house, it was like they were in his ear, like the sounds were right on top of him. Too nervous to look back he simply sped up his pace and tried to block out any other sounds but his thoughts. 
By the time he reached the alley he was using the walls as support for himself, so he had to use ever ounce of strength in his body not to collapse onto the ground. He groaned a low guttural groan that wasn't normal for him but at this point he didn't care, he needed to get back to the gang. As he shuffled his way through the alley, using the wall to support him, he thought about how Tyler could have helped in this situation. He thought about how Tyler had picked up Sharon that time when they were all surrounded and threw her right in the middle of the crowd, allowing distraction and time for escape. Davey was shocked by this at the time but...but they all made it through the ordeal alive, except for Sharon, so..Tyler must have done good. He liked to think that Tyler would have picked Davey up at this minute and carried him back but...he didn't want to think about it. The hollow sound of a door opening echoes in Davey ears but the own sound of his slow heartbeat manages to block it out for him. He clutches his chest, feeling for his heartbeat anyway, reading in some bullshit medical pamphlet that if every third heart beat was too loud then something was fucked up, but as he palmed his hand around his torso he couldn't find any sound. A smile cracked across Daveys face, him and Kate always giggled at Daveys ability to lose his own heartbeat, his smile quickly retreated when the thought of Kate came up. He gritted his teeth and thought about better things, like how soon he will be safe and sound back with the gang, away from them.
Finally the red car that he prayed to see was finally in his field of vision. He looked back at the alley he came from and saw the streak of brown blood on the wall. He gulped at how he had no recollection of making it to the halfway point of the alley, never mind getting out of it. He shrugged and continued on anyway. He knew the gang was waiting for him, waiting for his death at least. They never really knew what to do with him ever since Tyler went on the trip to Morrisons, whether he died or just had enough of Alan's bullshit nobody really knew but what he did know was that nobody was there to defend Davey. The red car seemed to be reversing on Davey, getting closer and closer towards him until the top half of his body was thrown over the top and his face was flattened against the windscreen. His mad felt like it was moving and moving, going in circles around his own brain. His eyes tightly shut, as if he was trying to create his own safe room inside his head. He knew he wouldn't be able to get up for a couple of minutes, maybe even hours so he thought he might as well think about how he is going to end up dying here and just become another landmark for other lost gang members. He remembered how confident he was that he could get the bread, he remembered how he had to be in order for the rest of the gang not to drop him in the middle of nowhere. He had to fight a couple of them off, that was hard for him but he liked to think the training got him through it. Then he was bravely making his way back to the exit of the shop, looking for the gang but seeing an empty car parking spot, suddenly all the emotions of hatred and pity from the group seemed to catch up with him. This surge of memories was enough to jolt him up off the car. 
"Through the zig zags..."
Davey tried to spit out but it just sounded like a drunken slur. His movements now had become mechanical, his legs seemed to will themselves on his own and his eyes never seemed to blink. He somehow remembered the path better now, knew to turn left after the first warning and then a right at the pile of the unlucky gang members. For some reason he no longer cared about the things following him, all he cared about was making it to the gang. He needed to make it to them. Something in his stomach was screaming for him to make it. He stumbled around the last corner he remembered, nearly breaking down on to his knees. He saw the back of Alan's head, the shaved, scarred head that he learned to hate. 
"Alan!!"
He tried to scream. Instead only a cough and slight groan came out but it was enough to make Alan turn his head. Even from across the alley and on top of the gang made wall Alan could tell it was Davey and Davey could see the grin crack across Alan's face.
"I knew Tyler should never have let this fucker in our group. Carl! Come look at this. That Davey guy got himself caught by them. What a stupid fucker."
As Alan raised his rifle off the table in front of him and held it in his arms. 
"I kind of feel sorry for him..."
He looks down the sights.
"I mean by the laws of nature, men like him just shouldn't survive...
He takes a deep breath in and out, tests the wind, making sure he gets this shot just right.
"And I am going to be the man who corrects natures mistake by letting this miserable doomed cunt survive..."
As his finger slips over the trigger and he looks at Daveys pale, hollow glassy face, he grins and thinks about how he was right.
"I am the true force of nature."
Alan said before he made sure that there was one less person on this earth.


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