I didn't know how much long I could survive, how much longer I could take living in a world where the dead came back. I was walking along a highway, I have no idea where I am or where I'm going, all I know is that I had to keep pushing on. The hot summer sun was burning my skin, as the moisture evaporated from my mouth. I haven't had water in a while, I still had some but only half a water bottle left. I looked around; looking past the mess of cars I noticed a car over by the side of the highway next to a tree that seemed to be untouched. I started to walk over, pulling my knife out if my belts loop holding it in my grip, awaiting the dangers that could happen any minuet. I reached the car and looked into the window, noticing that there were no bodies; I slowly opened the car door. Taking a closer look, I sighed in relief and put the knife back securely in my belt. The car was a 1999 Honda Civic; blue as the sky its self.
I looked at the ignition, of course no keys. I then moved to the glove box, opening it and saw something that made me smile, a gun. I haven't had a gun for a while now, I ran out of bullets when a horde attacked me back in Atlanta, and dropped it while running away from the said horde. I grabbed the gun out of the glove box, holding it in my hands I noticed the engraving of initials. 'H.T' , I would never know who this gun belonged to, but I was thankful for having found it. The gun was a 1911 standard semi-automatic handgun. I put the gun in my pants behind my back, covered by my shirt before I decided to continue to search the car for anything else that could be useful to me. I popped the trunk and walked over to it. There were 2 and a half bottles of water and 3 cans of beans. I was so happy that I could cry, but I couldn't; being as dehydrated as I was I couldn't muster up the tears.
I sat down by the car, happy that the tree next to it was providing shade. I held a can of beans in my hand, and with the other used my knife to cut the can open. As I got close to opening it fully, I pressed to hard and the knife came sliding onto my other hand; creating a large gash. I wanted to scream out in pain as I held my hand to my chest, the can of beans falling to the ground in front of me.
"Fuck" I said to myself out loud.
I went into my backpack and pulled out some cloth that I had, I put the cloth on my thigh as I used the sum of the water I had found to clean the wound before wrapping it. It hurt badly, but my only concern was it needing stiches or getting infected. I looked down at the can of beans, picking it up with my good hand noticing that half of it was spilled on to the hot concrete below me. I ate the rest of it, than drank some water. Having ate I grew tired, I know it must have only been about 4 in the afternoon, but it felt like I haven't slept in days. I stood up, the pain in my hand shooting up my arm as I looked around. I saw one lone zombie about a mile away, thinking nothing of it I got into the car.
I shut the door, locking all of them before reclining the seat to lie down. I stared up at the roof of the car; the brown looked dirty and stained from all the years of ware and tare. I slowly let my eyes drift close, not fearing what could happen to me in my weak state. I didn't care anymore; I wanted it to be over. As I drifted off the memories soon came to fill my dreams of the world before.
"Haylee, wake up!" I heard the voice of my best friend say as my green eyes slowly opened.
"What?" I asked as I looked at Alyssa.
"Come on we have to go, the boys are meeting us at 5:30 and its 4:45" She said pulling on my hand to get me to stand up.
I had fallen asleep at the park that we had stopped at to enjoy the shade in the summer's heat. I knew that we had to meet the others, but I was so relaxed that I didn't want to get up, but I did anyway. I stood up with the help of my friend. We started walking towards the road, and I looked back silently say goodbye to the beautiful park. As I looked back at my friend she was a few steps ahead of me, I took this time to actually notice her features. She was a beautiful 23 year old woman, short black hair, bright blue eyes, and had legs for miles. She wasn't fat but she wasn't skinny, but she made up in that with her height. We were walking to The Iron Horse, a bar where we all hangout. Once we arrived there we saw the two boys, Chase and Kyle. Chase was 25 with blond shaggy hair, and blue eyes. His features where beautiful, and I loved him. The other male, Kyle was a brown haired, brown eyed guy. I think he was 22, not sure all I know was that he has been in love with my friend Alyssa for about 2 years. Chase and I on the other hand had a different kind of relationship. I loved him but love in hate kind of way. In public he seemed like a loving person, but behind closed doors he was a total different person.
"Hey guys" Alyssa said walking up to the boys, and straight into Kyle's arms.
Chase walked up to me and pulled me into a hug, squeezing me a little too tight for comfort. We all walked into the bar and sat down ordering some drinks. Everyone ordered a beer while I ordered a shot, I needed something strong. After a few rounds and everyone laughing I excused myself to go to the restroom.
"Don't take too long." Chase said looking at me with a smile on his face, but anger in his eyes.
I didn't reply and just walked to the bathroom. I opened the door and walked towards the mirror. The bathroom was disgusting here; it smelled like it hasn't been cleaned in months. I looked in the mirror, at the reflection looking back at me. I didn't see that person as me; I would never let this stuff happen to me. It was me though, and I was letting these things happen to me. As much as I wanted to leave him I couldn't bring myself to do it, I loved him. I know he has a good side, it was there before and I know it will come back. I pulled out my cover-up out if my purse and put it on my neck where the purple bruise was forming. Last night I had made him angry and he slammed me against the wall, having his hand around my neck. I know it was my fault; I had been texting a guy friend I had made at work. Chase came home and asked me who it was and became jealous, taking his anger out on me. He said he was sorry afterwards, and I forgave him.
I walked out of the bathroom and back over to my friends, Alyssa eyeing me suspiciously. She knew something was wrong, but I couldn't tell her. She would over react; she doesn't know him like I know him, the good side of him. I put on a fake smile and sat down with the group. We all laughed and drank wasting the day away. By the time we were leaving it was around 11 at night. We all decided to crash at our place, I was happy about that. Whenever Chase drank the beatings got worse, unless people were around then he acted like the perfect boyfriend. While walking down the road to our house we heard screaming. We looked in the direction that it was coming from and noticed a man on the ground with another man on top of him; It looked like he was biting him.
"What in the world?" I asked looking at the strange sight across the street from us.
"Babe go help that man!" Alyssa said, fearing for that man's life.
Chase and Kyle ran across the street pulling the deranged man away from the now lifeless one.
"You son of a bitch!" Kyle yelled as he pushed the man away from him. The man that was biting the other guy now took a large chunk out of Kyle's arm. Alyssa and I ran over to them, Alyssa screamed as she saw what had happened to Kyle.
"We have to get him to a hospital now" I said.
The guy who was being attacked in the first grabbed me from behind and tried to dig his teeth into my neck but chase had punched him and got him away from me before he could. We started to run away, the hospital was about 10 minutes away. We didn't know what the hell was going on and we were running as fast as we could. What were wrong with these people, why were they like..eating each other. We were almost to the hospital when Kyle fell to the ground, Alyssa started to scream.
"Wake up! Kyle! Please!" she was on her knees next to him, tears rushing down her face; we heard more screams down the street. He was dead.
I woke up to someone shaking me, it was Chase.
"Get the fuck up, we don't have time for you to sleep."
"Im sorry…" I said as I rubbed my eyes with the back of my good hand.
My dream brought back the memories of the night that all this shit had happened, when the dead started to rise. We had lost Kyle that day and then a week later we lost Alyssa in Atlanta when the horde attacked us, now it was just Chase and I.
"We need to keep moving until we get out of this fucking city, did you find anything in the car?" He asked me.
"Yea, some water and food… that's it." I said, knowing that I was lying to him, I had found the gun.
"Let's get going then, you fucking wasted time by sleeping."
"Whatever" I said quietly walking past him. I didn't mean for him to hear that, but he did.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
He came up behind me grabbing me by my hair, pulling me backwards.
"Let go!" I yelled at him.
He pushed me forward and I fell to the ground. I had put my hands out to catch my fall, and regretted it instantly. I let out a pained moan and cradled my hand, I had reopened the wound. Blood started to seep through the cloth, dripping onto the ground.
"what happened to your hand?" He asked me, kneeling down to me with worry in his voice. Here was his good side.
This is how it happened all the time now, he thinks he can push me around then try to make it up by being sweet; not this time.
"Nothing, not like you care." I said as I stared into his eyes.
Slap.
Pain shook through the side of my face where his hand had hit me; I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I wasn't going to let one fall though, I wasn't going to let him have that satisfaction.
"I asked you a simple question." He said anger in his green eyes. I hated his eyes now, the scared me and always held something in them. Something he was hiding.
I didn't reply, I was done with his bull shit.
"Im talking to you!" he said raising his voice.
Still I said nothing.
He raised his hand again to slap me, I tensed up waiting for the pain but there was none. I opened my eyes when I heard a man speak.
"I wouldn't' do that if I was you." The man said. He was holding Chases arm back.
I looked at the man who had spoken, silently thanking him that he had showed up.
"Are you okay?" He asked me.
"Yeah.." I said quietly. I looked into his eyes, they were the bluest eyes I have ever seen, but they held pain in them.
His hair was blondish brown and messy, he was gorgeous to say the least.
"Who the fuck are you?" Chase asked, pulling his arm away from him.
I was so happy to see another person who was alive, a person who was like me; surviving.
"None of your concern." The man said.
"Come on Haylee, were leaving." Chase said grabbing me by the arm pulling me up to my feet.
I grasped my hand, pain shooting through it.
"Hey, we got a guy who will know how to fix that up if you want to get that looked at" The man said glancing at my hand.
I went to say something but Chase cut me off.
"We don't need your fucking help, were fine. "
I was going to say something, but with the blood loss, dehydration, and lack of food; my body gave out. Everything turned black as I passed out. The last image I had was that man's blue eyes.
Please tell me what you think of it. I know I haven't finished my other story but my computer broke and I lost everything, so I started this one. I don't know if I'm going to continue with the other one, but I know I will with this one. I want feedback though.
Thank you!