A/N: Sorry this chapter is fast paced and there isnt much in the way of detail.
It was decided between by my mother, that going out in this world to get the gas wasn't safe. I told her that either she lets me go now and try, or we sit here and wait for death.
She let me go.
"Can you count to three Danny?" I asked my brother
"Yes." Danny replied slowly. "That's how old I am." He said holding up three tiny scratched up fingers. His nails were chewed off. A bad habit he acquired from me.
"Good job Danny." Chirped my mother. My mother always got excited when Danny was able to point out the obvious. But it wasn't the time to argue with her.
"Okay Dans, can you count to three for me?" I figured once he got to three, I would have built up enough courage to go.
"1.…" He said holding up one finger "2..." holding up two fingers. Okay here we go I thought. "3." holding up three fingers.
I turned around and looked at his face. Light Brown hair, blue eyes, and a tiny scar at the top of his lip. He looked just like our father. I turned back around trying to hide the tears that had welled up in my eyes. I reached for the door handle, and looked out the window.
"MITCH!" It was Mitch, sitting in his truck. I called his cell phone again.
"I thought you were dead." I told him when he picked up.
"I would look pretty good if i was dead. Wouldn't I?"
"No time for jokes, please" I said "I need you to cause a distraction so I can get gas please?"
"No problem." Mitch jumped out of his truck. I watched it like it was in slow motion. His boots hit the ground. The dead ran, from my car to his. He pulled out his gun and hopped up on top of his truck. Shooting the ones that got to close.
"It worked." I said in complete astonishment. I needed to have more faith in him. I watched as all the zombies ran over to Mitch. I knew I didn't have much time
I got out, as silently as possible. Grabbed the nozzle and flipped the lever…Nothing. I knew that I would have to get into the gas station for it to work. And that was to much of a risk
"Crap" the words escaped from my mouth and seemed to cut through the moans. They snapped their heads to look me.
"Get in the car now!" Mitch yelled at me
I reached for the handle and yanked it open and slammed it shut. Sun shone through the blood stained windshield. I turned on the wipers. The blood just smeared. It seemed to be thicker then regular blood. Interesting I thought. The gas gage was on E.
"Mom call Mitch, tell him were going to have to ride with him in his truck."
So she called Mitch, as we sat there, me and Danny watched the sky as it turned black and started to pour down rain.
Mitch pulled up as close as he could. Danny grabbed onto my arm, and I pulled him up to the front of the car. I opened the door, held on to Danny like there was no tomorrow.
I reached for Mitch's hand and he pulled us into the truck seat.WhileMom shifted into the driver seat of her car. Pulled the door handle, and went to hop into the truck. When she screamed in horror and inpain. A zombie had gotten close enough to the car and ripped through her skin, leaving a hole in her arm. I slammed the door shut, and I placed the palm of my hand on the window.
"Go, NOW." I said through my tears as I knew there was nothing else I could do for my mother. Danny's face got beat red and he bursted out crying.
"Your leaving her, STOP. Nooo." Wailed from Danny's mouth, as he hit on Mitch's arm
"DANNY SHUT UP." I screamed, with a hint of pain in my voice. That was the first time I had ever really yelled at him. His face went blank and he stopped crying.