ONE YEAR LATER

I was sitting in the back of my dad's truck. We were on the road, driving as far away as we could from home town. Those THINGS are here... dead, walking humans. It's like they're alive.. but they AREN'T. That's the fact that makes it really creepy. All what they are are weak bones and thin flesh that's all rotten and bloody. The clothes are all ripped up, and their eyes are a ugly yellowish color. My dad thinks that they're zombies, walker for short. Well... not that short... but, whatever.

Suddenly, the truck stopped.

"What the hell?!" My father, Jospeh, started yelling like a maniac. He was hitting his truck horn which only drove more of those things over to us. "Why won't this thing fuckin' work?" He shouted again.

"DAD STOP!" I yelled.

"You're going to drag more attention for them to come over to us! You saw what they could do, so stop it now!"

"All what they do is eat! Fucking eat! E.A.T, EAT!" He shouted at me.

"Dad I'm not stupid, I think I know how SPELL, S.P.E.L.L!" I shouted back.

"Zaneiline!" My mom said, not in a shout or a yell, but just in a loud voice. "Please, please stop. And Jospeh-honey, please stop making noise. The both of you!" She looked at us both when she said this.

"I'm so sorry Kate-honey..." I heard Jospeh say. He cupped his head in his head. "I'm just... really, really tired."

"Aren't we all?" Mom said. "But right now we need to thin about started up this truck again."

"You understand?" She asked, while raising up an eye-brow.

"Yes darling. I'm sorry. Let's just hope those sons-of-bitches don't try to hurt you or Zane. I just want to protect you." Dad stepped out of the car. "I'll be back." He closed the truck door.

It was silent for a moment until mom broke the silence.

"Zane-honey." She started to say. "Maybe you should go out there and help your father with the truck."

"I think he'll manage mom..." I looked out the window. "Besides, he would porbably want to be left alone while he's fixing the car. He always does."

"Please Zane." That was all she could say. She was smiling, but her eyes told a different story.

"I miss John." She said.

I nodded. "Yeah mom, me too...-"

"GOD DAMN IT!" I heard my father yell from outside. He started kicking the back of the truck. "I just fixed this fuckin' thing yesterday! Why won't it work?! GOD DAMN IT!"

I shook my head. Then I noticed my mom signaling for me to go outside. I sighed, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. Hopefully he won't yell at me. Even hell knows he always does when he's trying to fix the truck. Always.

"Hey dad?" I asked in almost a whisper. "How's the truck going?"

No answer.

I walked closer. "Dad? Are... are you okay?" I was about to tap him on the shoulder when, suddenly, Jopeh turned around with a wrench in is hand, about to hit ME.

"AH!" I screamed. I turned around breathlessly and tried to run away, but when I did so, I twisted my ankle and tripped on a rock. I moaned while holding my leg. I felt like crying all over again.

"My god, Zane!" Jospeh dropped down the wrench and knelt down a me, trying to help my leg. "I so sorry Zane, I didn't know it was you... I thought... I thought you were... yknow...,"

I shook my head as if to say no.

"A walker." He stated.

I kept moaning and held my leg harder, trying to put pressure on it. I was so mad at my dad... I really wanted to scream. So I did... "Dad! WHY? Why couldn't you at least look at me and realize it was me, and not a walker!? You should've known I wasn't a walker, it wasn't like I was moaning or something. I tried to talk to you, but all what you did was ABOUT TO HIT ME?" Jospeh stared down at the ground. I immediately wanted to take back what I had said.

"Look Zane-honey, I'm so-"

Jospeh was interpreted by the truck door opening.

"What the hell is taking so long out he-" kate asked, then she looked at me. "OMG! What happened?"

"I was an accident... don't worry about it. And dad, don't worry about me. I'm fine." I tried to reassure him. He smiled.

The engine in the truck bruped on very slowly. All by it's-self. "Well I'll be damned." Jospeh said, rising up and patting the back of the truck. "It turned on just like that. C'mon Zane, Kate-honyies." He smiled. "We've got a lot of gas to waste.

Kate picked me up and bulked me in the back seat. She and Jospeh sat in the front, ready to drive away from this messy hell-hole. Hopefully there is a better place somewhere, with people, no zombies. Where we can all make a new home there. Live there. Be free, just like before.

I closed my eyes as I felt the "BUMP BUMP" of the truck moving. I fell asleep.