After so very, very long, I gots a new chapter! Sorry for the rediculous delay, I have writers block to the max...
"Bill!" I scream as Bobby and I sprint towards the rest of the group, who were chatting around the truck Bill was trying to start.
"WUT?" Bill yelled from inside the broken window.
"Start the fucking car!" I yelled.
He looked up, annoyed. But his eyes widened when he saw the horde chasing not far behind us.
Bill quickly went back to his wire fiddling and the others jumped in the truck. Bobby dug in his side pack and with difficulty, pulled out a hand grenade.
"Bobby…" I said, panting.
With a click, he pulled off the protector and threw it behind him without looking back, covering his ears as he ran.
"Bobby!"
The explosion knocks me off my feet and sends a ringing in my ear. Suppressed thoughts and memories flooded my mind. I was only out for a second, but it felt longer.
Dead leaves the shades of natural browns and yellows crunched under my feet. Birds chirped songs of cheerful melodies. Trees towered over my head, their leaves so many shades .Their branches stretching out to one another, shadowing the long road and cooling it. I breathed in deeply, taking in its natural beauty. The air smelled like tree bark and spring water. I stare far off into the distance and focus on a silhouette. My beloved's silhouette.
I snap back groggily. All the peaceful senses replaced and amplified. Bird songs replaced with monstrous screams and growls. The healthy smells of a forest swapped with thick smells of blood and smoke. Feeling nothing but serenity brutally changed to panic and a throbbing head, worsening with each hasty heartbeat. My eyes flooded with light of a desert sun. I looked up to see Tyrone's face; twisted in frustration and worry. He was dragging me by the collar to the truck, where the others were yelling and firing at the close-behind zombies.
I look back and make out the exploded remains of a few zombies. One, finally recovered from the blast, began to limply dash to us, an arm missing and a leg gangling uselessly. Its black eyes fixed on my helpless self. I start cussing hysterically as I scramble for my gun still strapped to my shoulder. I aim shakily at the abominations head and fire. With a final howl it falls, obsolete before it hit the ground.
My victory was short-lived. Another closes in quickly. It lunged forward, aiming for my leg. I aim and fire, the monster falls on my leg, stone gone. I shake it off like a cat to water. The other zombies were far behind, and it gave me just enough to get to my feet. Tyrone helps me up and we both sprint to the truck, afraid to look back. We both jumped into the bed of the truck. With the shake of Tyrone getting in, Bill floors it.
I hold on for dear life as he hits 60 in seconds and continues to accelerate with each moment. I look behind and see the zombies running behind. They were falling over each other from the sheer power of the gravels being shot out from under the tires and dust rising in the air. After a few minutes, they were blurs far behind.
We all loosen our grip on our guns a bit. I sigh and sink to the ground, followed by Tyrone and Bobby. I didn't notice he was back here; the others were crammed in the truck. I look back and forth between them and say breathlessly "Thank you."
They both nod and look down, breathing hard like me. I look at the others in the truck. They all had blank wide-eyed looks. Ed pushed his glasses up more, which wasn't far. Bill seized his smacking and stared stone-faced at the road. I stared up to the sky, hoping to daydream for a moment and forget all of this, but with no luck.
The ride was quiet like this for awhile. Bill and Ed were the first to talk. They chattered first about which highway would be less patrolled by zombies and then about who had a bigger rack, Jessica Simpson or Angelina Jolie. Tyrone gladly joined in. Bobby sat back up and stared out at the brown wastelands we were passing through. I sat up and listened dully to their conversation.
"The only reason Jessica had a big rack was 'cause she got fat later." Bill said through his chewing.
"Well, Angelina had a big rack because she got knocked up." Ed replied.
"Ahh…" Bill nodded.
"There nothing," Tyrone began smirking, "Compared to Halle Berry…"
They all nodded in agreement. Bill licked his chapped lips.
"I'd tap that." Ed blurted suddenly. Bill did a doubled take then laughed.
"The only thing you can tap is a computer."
"Well, I doubt you can tap anything but a car!" Ed replied, red faced.
"Shi-, I tapped a buncha' girls before this."
"Were they all fat?" I retorted smiling.
Bill looked back at me for a second then back to the road.
"Yes," he muttered, "but that's not the point! At least I've gotten something! Gabriel my good bud, have you gotten anything?"
"Of course." I replied, not paying much attention.
"Was she fat?"
"What? No!" I snapped.
"Well, what'd she look like?"
"She was…" I trailed off, the questions were hitting hard in the chest.
Bill grew silent. Ed had been messing with the CD player for awhile until finally it ejected a album. Ed examined it. "Nirvana."
"Really?" Billy asked.
"Yep." Ed replied, polishing the album.
"Put it back in, used tuh listen to 'em back in the day."
Ed carefully inserted the CD and, miraculously, it played. It started with a base solo, then the drums and Kurt Kobains legendary voice;
"I'm so happy. 'Cause today I found my friends.
They're in my head. I'm so ugly, but that's ok.
'Cause so are you."
Everyone remains quiet for a few songs. Staring off into the wastes or examining rusty signs. Ed occasionally picked grime off his glasses. Tyrone examined the dirt under his boots. Bobby continued his gaze out to nowhere. Bill focused on the road. And for me, I don't know. I could be doing anything for all I care when I'm thinking of her. When I'm thinking of Chloe.
Bill later blurted out. "You know what Nirvana means?"
Nobody replied, careless.
He snorted, "It means….ah, what did it mean…"
"Completely enjoyable experience."
It was Bobby, we all looked at him. We didn't even know he was paying attention. He looked at us.
"Well, that's what it's supposed to mean."
"Yeah that's right." Bill responded.
Tyrone "Heh" 'd and Ed skipped a song. Bobby went back to whatever he was thinking. Not seconds later, Ed pointed out his window and shouted "Look!"
On the far right side of the road was a handmade cardboard sign saying "SURVIVOR CAMP: 15 MILES. INSPECTION ONCE AT GATES."
"What're the odds?" Bill yelled.
"Don't complain," I said, "keep goin'."
Bill hauled ass to our destination. We all stood straight and examined the wastes for the so called camp. All our hopes high with the thought of finally having food, water, and a hot shower.