I wait by the woods as the group drives on. I figure I can spend some time waiting back here considering it will only take me 15 seconds to catch up. I lean against a tree wiping down my arrows and knives. The sun is shining really bright and I almost remember what life used to be like. But I get distracted when the group stops in the road once again. I put my arrows back and look through the scope on my rifle. The family is dead. They were killed by Zs.
I put my stuff away and hop back on my bike as they drive off in their black pick up. I pull up to the old beat up car they were in before, and take whats left of the gas.
They pull up to an old fast-food restaurant. I'm really close to them and going back would be dumb, so I push my bike up the hill to the right and park it behind the tree. I lay down next to it and put the stand up on my rifle. They're messing with the wires inside Clowny the French Fry Guy. When I was a kid I loved Clowny. I think my older brother even had a Clowny themed birthday party when he was younger. Anyway.
I look at my watch. I've been laying here at this tree for 3 hours. What are they doing that's taking so long. I look through my scope again. As I watch, I see a guy talking into the speaker. He keeps repeating something about a Northern Light and Charles Garnet. At least I think that's what I heard.
Unless i'm crazy, I think I actually heard someone talking back.
I keep listening.
"Thank God, we've been trying to make this work for hours."
Yeah, no kidding. I roll my eyes. I look around through my scope. Some people are sitting in the bed of the truck, others and standing around and the one with the rifle, from before, is now standing holding a satellite dish. Based on their conversation I take it they're talking to someone who was once in the military. Hmmm. Never thought that would happen.
As I lay down, I hear something coming from behind me. I stand up silently and stab a Z in the head. I drop to the ground. Some people in the group are looking my way. They heard me. I move slowly to pull my knife out of the skull. I think i'm okay. I lay back down.
They keep talking, but I notice a little over a dozen Z's coming down the road. I watch as they inch closer. Come on, Come on! Turn around! Don't you guys hear them?! I have to take my finger off the trigger to keep myself from shooting. I watch they get close. DAMN IT! I shoot at one just as it's about to grab someone, who decently reminds me of a hippie actually.
"Puppies and Kittens!" A woman yells and then they all ran to their truck. I pack up my things and hop on my bike. Starting it up, I ride down the hill and see the truck zooming off. They are all looking around, not knowing where the shot came from until the one holding the rifle spots me. We make eye contact for a long time as he slowly get further and further away from me.