The sudden light blinded me for a second, and then I realised what was happening. We weren't swarmed or anything - there weren't enough for that - but 2 biters came towards us as we stepped out of the bunker. It was the first time I'd seen one up close and I was terrified, but fascinated. They had bites on their necks and arms, but had managed to get away from whatever bit them and probably bled to death, or got infected. I wasn't sure how it worked, but I'd seen enough zombie movies to have an idea. I stepped back to let Andy and Drew, who were armed with a baseball bat and a shovel, handle the problem. After a few blows to the head, the two biters were on the floor, still and cold like they should be.
"You okay?" Andy asked as he saw my face.
"Yeah," I said, although I wasn't. "How did this all even happen?"
"No one knows," sighed Drew as he closed the hatch behind us. "But I like to hope there's people working on it. Atlanta's supposed to be a safe zone, and there's a place called the CDC crawling in military vehicles, but we've never been too close to it."
"Well why not?" I asked. "Surely it'd be a good idea to check it out?"
"You'd think that but.. no." Andy said. I looked at him with disbelief.
"Look, if all these people are rushing off to a 'safe zone', a big, unguarded city, it's going to end up going wrong. Think about it - thousands all gathered in one place, it'd be easy for one person to get infected and start infecting others." Drew explained. He had a point but still, surely it was an option?
"What about the CDC?"
"I wouldn't risk that either. Too far a journey on too little fuel."
"What if we get some? From the gas-station guy?"
"Don't get your hopes up. Now quick, let's get to the car before more biters come." Andy said as he walked round to the front of the cottage. He motioned to us that there was some form of threat on the other side of the street, so we just ran to the car as quietly as possible.
"You got the stuff?" Drew asked as he saw me struggling with bottles and cans.
"Yeah," I whispered. "I remembered the tin opener as well luckily."
He smiled and opened the door for me, and soon enough we were all in the car on the way home.
I tried not to look through the window as we drove on, but it got to a point where I had to direct Andy and Drew to the gas-station and had to look. We weren't surrounded by biters, but there were a few individuals in the distance that were limping towards us. We drove through a town I'd not seen when travelling and watched a group of biters bump into a car so much the alarm went off, and my heart skipped a beat.
"Quick Andy, get us out of here before more come." Drew warned him. There weren't any other cars on the road so we went pretty fast to get away, but drove slowly for the rest of the journey so we could preserve the fuel and avoid any obstacles on the road. We got lost once or twice and everytime we took a wrong turn, I thought to myself 'What if he's not there anymore? What if he left? What if he's dead, or what if he's a freak like those biters?' I cringed at the thought of him coming towards me. He was terrifying enough as a human, but not so terrifying that I'd leave him again. At least going back for him meant I could get rid of the guilt in my mind from not persuading him to come.
It wasn't long until we arrived into a familiar looking town and were welcomed by a pile of walkers. The ones at the bottom had their heads blown off; the ones at the top had their heads smashed in.
"I guess that means he's out of ammo," Drew said under his breath. I gulped. "At least he can't shoot us when we get there." I smiled awkwardly, knowing that's exactly what he'd do when he saw us.
"Get the car as close to the station as possible if I were you," I said nervously. "Although he didn't welcome me very warmly when I came in my car, it'll prove that we're alive and not biters."
"Good idea," said Andy as he turned into the station. He pulled up to the front and turned off the engine. "Do you think he's in there?"
"I hope he is, else it will have been a wasted journey."
"It won't matter if it's a wasted journey, at least you'll know that we tried. You can put your mind at ease that way." Andy smiled, though I knew it would matter. The amount of fuel it took us to get down here, the amount of danger I'd put us through already by coming here - I couldn't forgive myself if he wasn't there anymore.