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I blink twice as my memories come back to me, filtering my dreams out of my mind. The reality of this decaying world is coming back to me, and I watch the fan move slowly from the wind with dull eyes. The window was cracked enough so that you could hear birds singing, but nothing else but the breeze. Darla turns in her sleep. I'm sure whatever dream she's having right now is far better than the here and now.
We can't stay in the city for long, it was safer out in the fields and the forests. There weren't so many people, so many monsters.
My mind reverts back to the savior yesterday. I needed to find them again, and thank them. I'm sure they couldn't have gone far from here in such little time. But what were they doing here in the first place? Same thing as us?
Something, that looks much like a low flying rocket, shoots past the sky. I watch as it heads East towards Zone 7. I cringe wondering if that was it's final destination or if it was somewhere else.
I get up quietly and search the kitchen for any food. I find a box of pancake mix that says "just add water on the front." I assume it can't taste very good, but then again we've never bought pancake mix before.
The first cake burns horribly. It's total chaos. I will never be a chef, even if it were a possibility at this point as far as fields of work go, I will never ever be one. I will never be on any kind of cooking channel, even if the only other option were some British wanker cooking up red cupcakes. (The joke is that the British are usually bad at cooking.)
Canadians, on the other hand, have Poutine. Which, is beautiful when you manage to get the ingredients for it. Had it once for my birthday. Best food ever.
But besides all that. I'm a terrible cook. Absolutely terrible. And I manage to wake up the little ones as one of the pancakes burn in what had been my feeble attempt at making it in the shape of a heart.
"What is that god awful smell?" Darla asks plugging her nose dramatically.
"Open a window!" I call back to her. As I attempt to throw the burned pancake away as smoke goes everywhere.
My next attempt goes a little better, and I manage to make a simple, circular pancake. Italy and Darla sit at the table eating the dry pancakes. I search around the cupboards to find a convenient, unopened bottle of maple syrup. It was common knowledge that syrup usually only goes bad once opened, and will turn a yellow color when old. But it appeared to be perfectly fine, so I give it to them.
They thank me as I make a few more pancakes, one for myself and one to take along with us.
This is useless information. I have no clue why I'm telling you any of this. I have literally gone on about pancakes for the last… many minutes. Let's skip to the action.
We pack our things and head out into the chilly morning air. It was sunny again but still a cold morning for July. I hold onto Italy's hand as we go down the stairs, being careful for anymore zombies.
We open the door to the lobby and in front of us are three zombies. On the bright side they haven't noticed us yet. The down side is that they are blocking our only exit.
I push the button that slides my hathe open. (The hathe is that axe, hammer, scythe thing I mentioned way earlier.) I hold my three fingers up as a countdown for Italy and Darla. On one, we attack. I hack the heads off the three, feeling surprisingly nimble with my weapon. It is almost naturally the way it moves with me. Two more appear. Out of the corner of my eye I watch as Darla and Italy work together to take one down. I attack the other one, it's shoulders protruding from it's skin. I'm unable to identify whether it was man or woman, it's been reduced to an ugly beast with no brain. My blade slices through it's chest, I pull it back out as the zombie falls to the ground, dead once more.
Outside we manage to avoid anymore zombies. Darla helps me hijack a car, and we drive out of the city, and onto a dirt road. We weren't able to find the person who saved our lives, but I have a feeling it won't be the last I see of him.
The shadow of the car runs along side us, almost as if taking shape of a man jogging with along side. I laugh a little at my imagination. It scares me at times but in the end has managed to save my own life as well as others. I can't help but wonder what happened to Kleff or Doc. If I'll ever return home, if we'll ever see our dad again. There are too many questions to be answered right now.