I have never seen so many abandon cars before, or have I ever stolen so many different types of cars before. In the couple of weeks, I have stolen five different cars. The first was our neighbors Chevy Pickup, he had just gas in it when the zombie version of my old history teacher, Ms. Hart, attacked him. The second one was this mint green Prius, we had almost reached the Alabama border when we found it filled up with gas and guns. We found it hard to pack all of our supplies into it. The third didn't last us but three blocks before it broke down and we needed to find a new car. Even though it didn't last, it was a beautiful car. It was a Cherry Red Mustang GT. The fourth car was this ugly brown Mini Van, we made it to just outside Douglasville, Georgia before we got over run by zombies again. It took over two hours to kill all of the psycho zombies. We did have some close calls. And by we, I mean my older sister Isis. When we were finally in the clear, I had time to find and hot-wire this awesome military Humvee.
This military Humvee has lasted us all the way to Atlanta. Isis had been driving around for twenty minutes trying to avoid the zombie blockage downtown when an Asian breather jumped in front of us. Isis hit the brakes hard causing me to fly forward, luckily I had my seat belt on. I jumped out of the car, letting my temper get the best of me.
"What are you thinking running in front of a moving car like that? We could have killed you! Hell! I might just kill you anyways!" I yell, grabbing his collar and pressing my gun to his head. I heard my sister get out of the car.
"Ivy, stand down now! He probably didn't see us coming!" Isis whispers, pulling at me.
"It's true! I didn't see you guys!" He panicked. I backed away from him.
"My name is Ivy and this is my sister Isis. What's your name?" I ask, leaning back against the Humvee.
"My name is Glenn, I have a group up in the mountains. I can bring you guys back, if you don't already had a group." His eyes never left mine. I finally broke away and looked towards my sister, she just nodded.
"Alright, hop in Mr. Glenn. You show us where to go and we'll get you back to your people." Isis replies softly.
We piled into the Humvee, me in the driver's seat, Isis in the passenger seat, and Glenn in the back. I looked back at Glenn and e pointed out which way to turn. From the corner of my eye, I could see my sister turn to face Glenn. She is going to let herself get to close to this airhead and herself killed.
"So, Glenn what did you do before the world went to hell?" She asks.
"I delivered pizzas. What about you guys?"
"I was in the military. Ivy is still a doctor." Isis replies. I could feel the shock coming from Glenn.
"Doctor? Wow, how old are you?" He stutters.
"Twenty- three. I skipped a few grades and took summer courses. I was twelve years old when I started college." I replied, passing cars filled with dead people. I would say that I pity them, but I don't. I envy them.
It took us a half an hour to find the camp that Glenn had mentioned to us earlier. When we pulled up, I saw three kids working on something and food being prepared, well what looked like food. There were several families, some small like mine and some were a little larger. Glenn got out of the car, tripping over his feet, and started over to this guy with curly hair and a very well built frame. They spoke for a couple of minutes before Glenn waved us over. I glanced at Isis and she nodded. We both got out and headed towards Glenn. I stood next to Glenn with my sister on the right of me. The man in front of me gave off this bossy leader vibe, so I kept my guard up.
"Hello, I am Shane. This is Carl and Lori," He points to a brunette woman and boy, "What's your names?" Way to beat around the bushes. I thought.
"I am Ivy and this is Isis, my older sister." I answered. I ran a hand through my limp red hair.
"Nice ride, where did you get it?" An older man stepped forward. "I am Jim." He held out his hand. I shook it.
"Nicked it in Douglasville after spending two hours killing Zombies." Isis replies.
"You call them Zombies?" One of the little girls asks. "Hi, I am Ansley and this is my granddad Dale." She gushes pointing at the older gentleman behind her. She smiled, it was like she was trying to hold onto the innocent little she used to be.
"Yeah, what do you all call 'em?" I ask, bending down in front of her.
"Well, some of us call them Walkers, then there are the ones that call them Geeks. Which I think is stupid because these things aren't smart or anything, so we shouldn't be calling them Geeks. It's more like Freaks if you ask me." She rushes. She ended that whole rant by taking a large breath. I smiled softly.
"Well, Ansley I think that you are a very smart little girl. And I know smart people when I see them, because I was the smartest kid in school. The other kids would bully me by calling me geek." She gasps.
"Really?! I think that you are too pretty to be a geeky kid." I laughed. It has been a long time since I laughed wholeheartedly like I am now. I could feel my sister smiling at me.
"Well, I was actually only twelve when I finished High school. I was super smart and people called me a geek because I was smarter than them."
"Oh well, they are stupid for thinking that!" Her granddad shook his head and pulled her away.
She blushed, before running back to the other children. There was a rustling of tree branches and two creepy guys came stalking towards the center of camp. I could see Glenn and Shane tense. I nudged Glenn raising my eyebrow, mouthing 'Who are they?'
"Those are the Dixon brothers…"