Zach stood, knife in hand, ready to strike. The Zombie which happened to be Victoria's brother shrambled before him, arms outreached wanting to feed on Zach's flesh. The Zombie sped up, Zach jumped back startled. The Zombie continued to fasten his pace, its mouth opening and closing, moans issuing from it. Zach led the Zombie towards the hallway window. It stopped and stared at him, a chunk of flesh fell off the side of its face.
"Ha – can't get me" Zach teased
It just moaned louder and walked into the light, its skin started bubbling, it continued, howling with pain. It got a hold of Zach's arm. Zach pulled and the Zombie was now in the full light of the sun through the window. It raised its hands to its face. Its skin boiled and popped, a yellowish slime was coming out of its mouth. Face burning, skin melting, arms bubbling, it fell to the floor writhing and turning.
Zach took this opportunity to race into her fathers room, grab his shotgun and shells and walk down the stairs to check on Victoria. She was sitting on a seat outside the house, staring up at the blue sky, no clouds.
"I'm back" he said
"Did you kill him?" She didn't look at him she continued staring at the sky.
"No, He killed himself, burned to death in the sunlight"
"Okay" She continued staring up at the sky as if waiting for something. Anything.
Zach sat down on the stair which lead to the front door. He looked up to.
He didn't know how long they sat there looking at the sky.
"It's beautiful" she said finally, she looked at Zach with a nice smile
"Yeah, I've never really – noticed it until now" he replied
He looked at her and smiled.
"Zach – about inside – I don't want to rush things okay?"
"Okay"
"What are we going to do now?" she asked
"Don't know – maybe go to the shop – get something to eat" he suggested
"Okay – Let's go"
Victoria got to her feet, Zach, placed the shells in his pocket and held the Shotgun in one hand, she walked over and stood next to him and held out her hand. He quickly grabbed it, they set off towards the shop.
They didn't have to walk far, the shop was only across the road. There were three shops there, one takeaway shop, then a unused shop which used to be a hairdresser then the dairy.
"Its open" she said
"Yeah"
They set across the road, no cars were coming or going, no sign of normal life, which would have consisted of a few kids hanging around outside the shop asking people for money.
They reached the entrance to the shop, it was setup and as normal, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The entrance bell went, they went up the counter and looked around. An Indian middle-aged man came out.
"Hey, Zach, how's it?" he asked
"- Fine"
"Come to get something?"
"Yeah, food"
"Sure, just take it aye – Its not worth charging people when we're all about to die" he said sadly
"What?" Victoria asked
"Those things that come out at night – they will eventually get us" he said
Zach and Victoria remained silent.
"My wife and daughter are dead"
"I'm sorry" said Zach
"They turned on me – I had to kill them"
Zach nodded. "We know"
They stood there for a moment, recognising their losses.
"Okay – well – get a move on, its almost evening" the shopkeeper turned and went into his house, which was built on to the shop. He waved, then closed the door and Zach heard it lock.
"We better hurry then" Zach said
They walked around and grabbed food, from Junkfood to canned food.
"How are we going to carry this all?" Victoria asked
Zach pointed to a far corner, there, alone was a shopping trolley. They looked at each other and laughed. Zach jogged over and grabbed the trolley and wheeled it back over to the counter, where they had temporarily put their food. They started loading the trolley.
"How long do you reckon this will last us?" Zach asked
"Well it depends if we ration it or not" Victoria replied "No midnight feasts Zach" she added prodding his stomach. He turned red and smiled, Victoria smiled back she kissed him again. Zach turned the trolley and they left the shop.
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