Claire set off to see what was happening on the mysterious farm. After what she'd seen on the street a while ago, she didn't wanna be seen out in public alone. So, she took the long way around the farm house, back by an old creek where she and Jeremy used to adventure as kids. She missed that now. She missed doing things with him. He was only 1 year older than her, but he acted like he had always had somewhere better to be.
She was now only about 50 yards away from the people who were walking in circles. She went to go see them, maybe they could help her, when suddenly someone grabbed her from behind. One hand around her mouth, the other around her throat.
"Hey it's ok, I'm the good guy here. I'm going to let go of your mouth and you are not going to say anything." And he let go of her.
"Who are you?" Claire said, still very suspicious of the man. Claire guessed he was about 20 years old, he was very attractive. Curly black hair, and dark brown eyes, he had a very comforting presence about him, even though she didn't know him. He had a large hatchet connected to his pants, as well as a bow around his back.
"Blake Bellamy. And you are?" He answered her.
"Claire Waters. Do you know the people who are pacing in front of the barn?" She asked him.
"I wouldn't really call them people. But yeah, I knew them before it happened." He responded.
"Before what happened? I don't understand." She asked inquisitively.
"Claire, when people die now, they can still move. They're zombies. It's happening, the world, it's all over. Everything, is over." He told her.
Jeremy had no idea where his sister was. He searched frantically around the car and even a few streets down the block. He heard something inside a dense forest area, he didn't really know what to expect.
"Claire?" He called out. No response. Whoever-or whatever- it was just kept walking through the bushes. The thing was still out of sight, Jeremy began to worry. He picked up a pointed branch that had fallen off of a tree in the last thunderstorm. As the thing finally made its way out into the clearing, it looked like woman. But, it she was limping just the way Mr. Jenkins was, Jeremy didn't know what to do. WHOOSH, an arrow whizzed by his head and went straight into the woman's chest. He looked in the direction in which the arrow had came, no further signs of movement. He turned back to the woman, and once again she was still walking. That was twice today he had seen someone that should have died, but somehow keeps going. Suddenly, another arrow came directly to the left of his head. This time, it had impaled the woman straight through the eye, and she dropped immediately.
Blake showed Claire through the back door of the barn. They climbed the ladder to the top window of the barn, overlooking the people who had turned.
"Who are they?" Claire asked, when she saw Blake look down at them with a gaze full of sadness.
"They're all family. My mom, dad, two brothers, and my uncle." He said while tearing up. "I let them down. I couldn't save them, and now that they're dead I'm too weak to even put them out of their misery." He said, looking down at the hay bales in which they now laid.
"I'm not sure, but I think my parents are gone too. I'm too weak to even check. I don't think I could stand seeing them dead, or worse, like this." She responded. They looked up into the night sky. There were an abundance of stars filling the open air. Other than the chirp of crickets, there wasn't a sound in the air.
"It feels like we're the only two people left in the world." He said, not taking his gaze off of the romantic night sky. Claire looked over at Blake and sat up, It does feel like that she thought. He swung her left arm over top of him, and gently planted a kiss on his cheek.
Jeremy immediately dropped the stick he had been using as a weapon.
"Who's there?" Jeremy called out timidly. Nobody responded, but someone slowly got out of a few shrubs right up the road, no further than 50 feet away. He had a crossbow raised at Jeremy. Then lowered it, and smiled. How are you smiling? Jeremy thought. But, the man still grinning quickly walked toward him and reached out a hand, Jeremy accepted the firm handshake.
"Sorry 'bout that. Thought ya were one of 'em." He said. Sensing Jeremy puzzling look he quickly retorted. "Oh, introductions, right? The name's Finn."
