Chapter 2
I have been driving for at least six hours nonstop. Except for when I got gas at a local gas station. All I could see were zombies, no humans.
It is about 7:00 pm right now and I'm hungry. So I stopped for some dinner. I decided to eat at Burger Palace and I parked the car in the yard.
"Haha…yea now I won't get in trouble," I said with a chuckle, "Lets hope I know how to cook or if there is any survivors in there."
I walked through the front door with my gun going through first. I saw about three zombies and I started to shoot left and right, but eventually they died. I walked into the kitchen, and found some chicken nuggets and French Fries in the freezer and nothing else.
"Strange… I thought there was more food than that," I wondered aloud, "I bet some people took it with them before they left."
I then grabbed a bag of French Fries and a box of chicken nuggets, walked back into the kitchen, and opened up the box and bag of food.
"I wonder how to cook the French Fries? I guess I'll just put them in the fryer."
I was just about to pour the French Fries in the fryer, that was filled with grease, but then I heard a voice from behind me.
"That's not how you cook them." Said a boy's voice.
Just then I dropped the French Fries all over the floor, grabbed my gun, and turned around and pointed it at him. The boy was startled and threw his hands up in the air.
"Who are you?!" I asked in a tough voice, he didn't answer, "TELL ME NOW!"
"Ok, ok my name is Andy," said the boy, "Ok? I'm not bitten or scratched by those…those things." There was a long pause, "Can you please put down the gun and I will make you those chicken nuggets."
"Fine," I said as I lowered the gun.
I did not notice how young he actually was. He was about my age, around 16, he had short light brown hair, tall, light blue eyes, and kind of muscular. There was something about his eyes, they were beautiful.
"There...is that better?" I asked sarcastically after I put the gun down.
"Yea," Andy said after he took a deep breath, "Thanks. Um do you want me to make you the chicken nuggets?"
"Yea. Sure."
"Ok." he said as he turned on the fryer, "What's your name again?"
"It's Alice," I said as I moved out of the way, "So do you work here?"
"No. My mom used to work here and well she brought me here to help her."
"So how did you find out about the Apocalypse?"
"Well I took a nap for about five hours and when I woke up my mom was walking slowly toward me. I then knew what she was because I heard on the news about it... The news was on when I saw her. Then...well...I killed-" he stopped in mid sentence, paused, and turned back around and started to cook.
"Sorry," I apologized.
"It's ok. So how did you get here?" he asked.
"I woke up and found that my mom and little brother were zombies, so I ran away."
"Oh. So what did you take with you?"
"I took some of my personal belongings and I also took a lot of my dad's old guns."
"Cool."
"Yea, I guess."
I waited, sitting on the counter, until Andy was done cooking. We talked about a lot of stuff like what school we went to before the Apocalypse and about our family.
Just as we were talking about our favorite foods, I heard a barking noise. Then a German Shepard came running out of the back room.
"What is that?!" I asked as I grabbed my gun and pointed it at the dog. As I was about to pull the trigger, but Andy came running and shielded the dog.
"NO don't!!" Andy yelled, "Please don't shoot Hunter!"
"Who?" I asked.
"He is my dog," he said as he pointed at the dog, "He is the only family member I have left."
I looked at Andy, then at the dog, and then back at Andy.
"Ok," I said as I lowered my gun, "So what is his name again?"
"Hunter," he said, "He is really nice."
"Ok."
Then I slowly put my hand out in front of his Hunter's wet nose so he could smell me. Hunter looked at me, smelled my hand, and then licked it.
"I think he likes you," chuckled Andy.
Then we both laughed and played with Hunter for a few minuets. Then Andy got up and served me my food. We ate the chicken nuggets and Andy gave some to Hunter to eat.
After we ate, we both sat there and talked about what were we going to do.
"I think we should go to New York," said Andy.
"No... that place will be infested with those things," I answered as I took a drink of soda.
"True... what about getting out of the country and see if the whole world is zombies."
"That is a good idea, but I don't know how to fly a plane. Do you?"
"No..." he thought for a few minuets, "How about driving around and find survivors."
"Why would we do that?"
"So we will know that we are not the only ones left."
"Ok that sounds... good I guess,"
"Plus I really think the whole world is infested with those things anyway."
"That's very true." I thought for a few seconds, "Ok lets do that."
"Yes! So do you have a car because I don't."
'Yea I do. Go get your stuff and we will leave in 5."
Andy got up and ran into the back room. I also got up and grabbed my gun and a box of cookies that was also left there,
"Are you ready to go yet?" I yelled toward the back room.
Andy came walking out of the back room holding two large bags of his things.
"Yep." He said, I think he noticed me looking at him oddly, "Yea I have a lot of stuff. It is mostly pictures of my mom and dad."
"Ok lets go." I said as I started to walk toward the exit.
Andy whistled for Hunter. Once we got outside, we saw about 20 zombies coming toward us.
"Oh shit." I said then I dropped the box of cookies, grabbed my gun, and threw the keys at Andy and he caught them, "Go and get into the car. I'll be there in a second."
I then loaded my gun And started to shoot at them. I missed a lot, but eventually I got them all. I ran and grabbed the box of cookies, got into the car, and drove off.