Chapter 2
Overrun
As I sat on top of the Ford, I watched the sunset. It turned orange, then red, then a dark purple, and then, it was dark. Darkness that sends shivers down your spine. And I've seen enough zombie movies to know that zombies prefer the dark. Good thing Jared had that SMG; I knew that we were going to be overrun by zombie in an hour or so. I jumped off the car. Walking over to Que, I said, "Did you find any food or water?" "Barely. Only a water bottle and a pack of crackers." I sighed and replied, "Maybe all of us should take watch. What if ten zombies come, or twenty, or even fifty? Jared can't handle them all." Que gave a nervous glance around." Maybe you're right. We'll have three people keep watch. But we should have a code." "What?" "You know, if the watch sees a zombie they shouldn't start spraying lead. No need to attract other zombies if that one could have been killed with a hatchet." "Right. Jared!" Jared looked down at me from on top of the car. "What?" "When you're keeping watch, try to count the number of zombies. Also, don't use guns unless you absolutely have to!" Jared nodded.
Night. The dark was even darker than it had been when it was dark before... Wait, what? As Jared, Max and I sat on the roof of the car, the darkness was a little bit unnerving. I could barely see your hand in front of my face! What if a zombie was in front of my face? I shuddered. We had it all worked out. Three people would keep watch, and if one person nodded off, we would wake up the person sleeping in the car. Having a plan was reassuring, but I was still wondering what would happen when the zombies eventually would come. Which I was sure they would. Hours passed. Eventually the streetlights turned on, which was a bit of an improvement. 12:06: Jared started closing his eyes. He said it was nothing, but we told him to sleep anyway. 12:10. Que is with us on the roof. 1:00: Everyone say they're fine. But I'm worried about Max. They say kids need like 8 hours of sleep....
2:00: We hear the first zombie. She looks like she's been dead a while; maybe 4 weeks. Silently, I grab one of the swords on the roof and run towards the decomposing woman. I gripped it and jammed it into her eye socket. In the movies, when someone dies, they drop to their knees and utter their last romantic words. Well, when I stuck this lady, she just drooped to the ground, so that I was practically holding her up with the sword. Ew. I withdrew the weapon and returned to the car, feeling very accomplished. 3:50: We're surrounded by zombies. I don't know what happened. Jared fired off a single shot at a zombie and twenty minutes later, we're surrounded by fifty zombies. Good thing we're on top of the car. They were dropping fast, but for every shot we fired it seemed that three others appeared! Then, I had a plan. I grabbed a Molotov and jumped on the Schwinn. I pedaled as hard as I could, making as much noise as possible. When I got about 100 feet away from the rest of the team, and the majority of zombies were headed my way, I threw the first Molotov in the air and shot it so that the alcohol splattered over some of the zombies. Then I threw the second and shot it in the air. And so on. When I had covered nine tenths of the monsters in the alcohol, the nearest zombie was at least ten feet away from me. This didn't concern me. I got a lighter from my pocket, taped the trigger down, and threw it. It hit the zombie and, as quick as you can snap your fingers, the whole crowds of zombies were in inferno. After about 15 seconds of being on fire, the zombies started to drop. After the last zombie dropped, I kept staring at the remains for at least an hour. Que walked over and put a hand on my shoulder. I glanced at him and saw that he was pointing towards the horizon. The orange-yellow glow told us that we would have no more zombie skirmishes. As we basked in the light, hunger stole upon us. Water had to be rationed out carefully. The crackers were stale and some of them were growing mold. I think that Que found them in the garbage, although he would never sink so low as to say so.
We need to spread out. As well as things were going here, we had to help people elsewhere. It had been two weeks since Que and I had driven into Grass Valley that first night. Since then the population had grown; we now had 4 other people, and a lot more assorted vehicles including: a motorcycle, a moped, a bike, and a skateboard. The population had grown so much that I think things would run smoothly by themselves from now on. I approached Que. As I pulled him away from the conversation he was having with Wille Sanches, (one of the new residents,) he looked at me and saw that I had news to bear. "We need to spread out." Que looked at me with a surprisingly accepting expression and said, "I know." "With us gone, we can put Wille in charge. Besides you, he's got the most experience with guns and hand-to-hand." "Okayyy..." "It's settled, then. I'll go get a map from the store down the block."
I came back with a map that showed the surrounding town. (Email me at and I'll email you a picture of the map yea, it's free :D) By the looks of the map, to the northwest of us there was a town called ChapelWest. It might not have been the best choice, but it was the nearest town. So, as Que, Max and I set off to ChapelWest, we left Wille there in charge, looking quite bewildered.