Ch. 2

About 24 hours later, we were still sitting in that classroom. More of these things had congregated around the room. The TV was on and we were watching reports about these things. It seems as if these things were the undead and they were attacking the living. (We had kind of figured it out already, yet it took the state department awhile to do that) We managed to learn a few things about them. They were pretty stupid for the most part, but some had learned to pickup and use everyday objects as weapons. As it turns out the best way to kill them, according to the state department, is to hit them in the head. (Again we realized it first, yet the state department to slow to figure out till later.)

We were all worried about the fact that we were still stuck in the room with the zombies at every entrance. One of us, I think his name was David, was running around the room yelling about how we were all going to die. It got annoying after a while. I think it was someone, I think his name was Chad, suggested that we use the roofs to get out. He said it as a joke, but we actually thought about it when we saw that there was a trap door on the roof. Its funny we had been using that room for a year for the debate club and we had been trapped in there for a day and none of us noticed the trap door in the roof.

So here was our plan. In groups we would run to go get into our respective cars. My van was parked the farthest. A group of four others plus myself would make a run for my van and a couple of other cars. Then we would drive to our homes pick up supplies and meet at Ben's house. Ben had a large house and his family owned a lot of weapons. (His dad was a survivalist still believing in nuclear war brought on by some random country in the Middle East, yea crazy I know) With luck we could barricade ourselves in and wait for help. Fran was with me. We went on top of the roof carrying a variety of weapons made from sporting equipment. We were carrying baseball bats, hockey sticks, golf clubs with ice skates taped to them. I had my fire ax. Our plan was to use a ladder to bridge the distance between classrooms and walk over the zombies. Then get to our cars.

We would split up in order to divide the zombies and make it easier to kill them. We had to use the ladder as the bridge between the rooftops. As we were going one guy, Eric, panicked and tried to jump the gap between classrooms. When he did this he hit one of the guys trying to cross the ladder, Bobby. They fell off the building and they didn't make it. I mean what were we going to do. Dive in and get their corpses and wait for them to get back up and try to kill us. Other than that getting to my car was the easy part. Actually getting in was hard. The minuet we got on the ground, they swarmed us. We ran as fast as we could I unlocked my car remotely and got the door open automatically. We jumped in through the sliding door and we closed it manually, or at least Fran and I did, the other guy, Terrance, he didn't run fast enough. They were swarming all over the van, pounding on the glass and trying to bite the door open. I started he up and threw the car in reverse. I felt the car running over them and hearing the squishing sound of their heads popping and the blood shooting out and drenching the car. I went into drive and floored it. The traffic lights were down, so I had to make sure I wasn't going to get hit. I managed to lose the zombies and I soon got to Fran's house. We picked up her sister and then we drove to my place. They we headed to mine.

Now I didn't have a lot of time, so here was my plan. Now I'm a guy who prides himself in his brilliant plans. In hindsight, this was the dumbest thing I ever did. I would floor it and avoid every store and house until I reached mine. I would get inside, get my little brother and sister, grab some supplies, and get out, simple concept, very hard execution, and really I know what your thinking, I should have gone to a gun store first, back then, I was a pacifist. Like I said stupid plan. I later learned that guns were my friends.

The first part went smoothly. My parents were out on a cruise, so they were safe. But just as we were leaving, the zombies came for us. Hundreds rushed my van. Fran and I hacked our way through the hoard. Trying to protect our siblings. Getting to my car was one of the hardest things I had ever done. We would have died had it not have been for a group of Marines who were falling back. Using the 50.cals on their Humvees, they drove the hoard back.

This was both a blessing and a curse. The Marines told us that their unit had been separated and that they were ordered to fall back to the local Air Force base. The problem was that the road was so thick with zombies that it was impossible to cross even with heavy weapons. They followed us to Ben's house. There were about 30 of us now barricaded in. There we distributed weapons to those who could use them. Because I had my ax, I just wanted something small. They handed me a 9mm Glock. I was hoping for a 45. at the very least, but hey at least I got something. At least I got a gun. We gave a guy named Jeff a sharpened hockey stick. The joke was that we hated him, he was a nice guy, but annoying as hell. I think he died, or wait maybe we killed him since he was so annoying. No I think he got bit, died, and then we killed him. Or maybe he's still alive. I don't know I stopped caring about him and I've lost touch with a lot of other people. Two more weeks passed and we're still sitting in Ben's house attempting to defend ourselves from the zombies.

The good news, our perimeter is set and 100 effective. We jerry rigged some electric fences, traps, and alarms. The bad news we were running out of supplies and there was a chance that the power was going to be cut off. But other than that, I thought my problems were over. In fact I was about to have a lot of problems in more ways than one.