Chapter 3
"What the HELL!" Sam yells. Everything looks okay still. Carly turns toward her 2 friends with her arms crossed.
"What's going on? And what just happened with my brother?" Sam and Freddie look at each other then back at Carly. Sam spoke up.
"Carly. You might not believe us when we tell you this but…when we went to Britain, there was something we found out that happened there 9 months ago. The second day we were there…everyone was dying because of a disease but…they don't stay dead…they come back. Freddie and I had to deal with zombies for a whole week. Dealing with those things is why we came back early."
Carly raised her eyebrow. She chuckled a little. "That is the worst joke I have ever heard! There are no such thing as zombies!" Carly said while giggling.
Freddie comes up to Sam. "Come on. Let's just go if she's not going to believe us." Sam and Freddie walk away. "Hey, what happened to your aunt?"
"I tried calling while in the helicopter but no one answered." Sam answered in a low voice.
"Do you want to go see if she is okay?" Freddie asks. Sam nods. They walk to Sam's house. Sam opens the door and calls for her aunt but nobody answers. When they go upstairs and pass a door they hear a Loud bang. Again.
Sam opens the door. She gasps as she see's her aunt on the floor crawling toward them with a broken ankle. Sam and Freddie run down screaming after Freddie closes the door so the zombie won't get out. They run out the door and as they did they saw cars going in super speed. People running from other 'people'. One of the zombies spot Sam and Freddie and runs toward them. Sam screams and drags a screaming Freddie back into the house. She closes the door, runs to the kitchen and grabs a butcher knife. Since they have no way of getting out they have to stay there until everything is clear. With Sam's dead aunt.
Sam drags Freddie up the stairs and to her room…after getting some Ham, 4 bottles of Cream Soda, Bacon, and Beef Jerky to eat while they're up there.
Sam looks out the window. She see's fire, smoke, and death. Zombies chasing everyone around Seattle. Sam and Freddie then heard Scratching against Sam's door. The scratching turned to banging. Sam went to her bed. She pulled her knees up to her chest and started to rock slightly. "Why? Why? Why? Why?" She kept repeating to herself. "Why is this happening?" she started sobbing lightly. Freddie came over to her and hugged her. Suddenly, Sam's eyes seemed to pop out of her head. "Carly!" She yelled. "We have to see if she is okay!" Sam was about to run to the door when Freddie grabbed by the waist and pulled her back down onto her bed.
"I'm not letting you go out there with those zombies running around! Also when there is one outside your bedroom door!" Freddie says to her as is she were crazy.
"Then what do we do?"
"We call her." He answers. Sam starts to worry.
"Bu-But what if…what if we…can't…get to her. What if she is still out there SCARED out of her mind."
"Just call her first. I'm sure she's fine." Sam got up and picked up her room phone. She dialed Carly's number. "Hey! Carly here! Sorry I'm not able to pick up the phone right now. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible." Carly's voicemail came on.
"Damn it!" Sam says as she slams the phone down. Sam went back toward the window. There were now only a few zombies walking and a few people running away attracting more zombies to follow them.
"How are we going to get to Carly?" Sam asks as she turns to face Freddie.
"I don't know." Freddie says as he shakes his head. He sighs. "let's just…wait until everything gets cleared up."
They sit in silence doing what they want for about 5 minutes at some points Sam would ask if it's okay to go out side yet.
"UGH! I can't take this! Is everything cleared yet?" She asks for the 14th time in 5 minutes.
Freddie, getting annoyed, looks out the window and see's nothing outside except a few dead bodies and broken down cars.
"It's clear enough." He says. "Wanna Go still?"
"Duh!"