sA girl in her early teens crept around the corner of a building.
Her footsteps were silent against the cold concrete.
A young man fiddled with something under the hood of his car.
He groaned in frustration as he through the wrench he was using into the toolbox at his side.
He had black hair under a baseball cap and was wearing a t-shirt. The girl snuck another peak at him
from the corner. The boy turned his head in her direction so she snatched her
head back. She pondered her options about confronting this stranger. A few weeks
ago she would have called out to him for help in a millisecond, but this wasn't a
few weeks ago. This was now and now the dead could walk and the living had no morals. He
looked harmless enough, she thought. He didn't look anything like the men she
had encountered. He was younger and healthier than those other men.
She had to make a decision quickly though because the dead could
find them at any point in time. She decided to take her chances, after all it
was better than starving out here or worse, The dead getting her.
"Hello?" she called out timidly. The boy swung around , clutching a screwdriver in his
hand "Who's there?" He called back. The girl stepped out from the shadows of the building
and he gasped. She couldn't really blame him, she was quite a mess. Her curly brown hair
that once fell to her lower back was now so matted it barely reached her shoulders. Her caramel
colored skin was covered with scrapes and bruises from running from
the dead in the forest. The girl's ribs were showing through the torn tank top
she wore and her shorts were far too big for her lanky legs and shrinking form. She wore nothing
on her blistered feet. Her coffee colored eyes were squinting up
at him. Now that she had a better look at him she could see he was Asian and
had dirt and oil smudged on his face. "Are you alone?" he asked. She nodded.
"How old are you?" He questioned shocked that she was alone. "I-I'm thirteen."
She told him. "I've been alone this whole time. What about you?" "I have a
group out of the city. You could come with me if you want. You don't have to
stay, but we could at least give you some food." He informed her. She nodded
slowly. No way was she going to pass up an opportunity like this! "My name's
Glenn. What's yours?" Glenn said. "My name is Jae." She told him. "Just, Jae?"
he frowned before shrugging and giving her a smile. "Well Jae, it's a pleasure
to meet you. You wouldn't have a spare sparkplug by any chance?" she shook her
head. Glenn sighed and turned back to the pickup truck. "Great, looks like I
have to do a little shopping." Glenn looked back at Jae. "Hey, you know where we could get one?". She
scanned the street before pointing to an auto-shop down the street. Glenn
followed her gaze a flushed when he saw it. "Oh, guess I missed that earlier."
He said sheepishly. Jae grinned before her face morphed into terror. Glenn
raised his eyebrows before he spun around to a horrifying sight.
At least twenty zombies were slowly stumbling towards them.