Blood. Death. Murder.
That is the life we are forced to live in. The life of watching zombies pass bye day after day, eating each other from the insides out. Its disgusting. Sometimes they even eat them selves when the others are't around. Its like they feel no pain.
I looked over at my partner, her dark brown eyes covered by the hat she wore daily. It was her most prized position. It was black felt with a metal ring going around the trim. I didn't seam to understand why it meant so much to her, but it did. Even before Zombie Land, it was hers.
"Hey. Wake up." I said while flicking the tip of her hat. She moaned while rolling over in the car seat. "Seriously, we're getting out for gas and I cant go alone." She huffed and sat up.
"Why cant you wait until morning?" She groaned while rubbing her head in a tired fashion. "Where are we?" She asked while leaning her head again the window.
"Mississippi. Just a few more days and we'll be in Texas." I looked at her with a triumphant smile.
"Wow, I cant believe we made it." She said while smiling unbelievably. It's been years since we've been home. Do you think every ones still alive?" She asked while looking in the vanity mirror.
"They better be. Because if their not - I don't know what I would do. I just cant stand the thought of our families being part of that." I started to feel my skin become paler.
"This isn't right. We shouldn't be this scared of what might be. We need to think positive, or all hope is lost." She was always wise, but some times I couldn't help but feel that her hopes where to big.
"Hey, whats that?" She asked as she leaned forward in her chair, so naturally I fallowed her gaze.
"They look like zombies to me. Wanna shoot'em?" I asked while throwing her my gun.
"Only if I get to drive after wards." She said while smiling sarcastically. She opened the hatch and looked inside. It was full of bullets and she was ready for action.