Survive: The Walking Apocalypse - Pt. 3

The chaos around us has no limits. Men and women run in all directions, sheer panic etched across their face. Little children wander aimlessly, scouring the ruins of our once peaceful neighbourhood for their parents. Each and every one of them are hunted.

I do my best to avoid them; the hunters and the hunted. I don't want to draw any attention. I'm no hero. All I want to do is get my sister out of here and survive. I have no intention of wandering around the city like a paragon of the apocalypse, heroically saving everyone I see. That's not me. It may sound selfish, but that's how it is. Doing anything unnecessary would just put my sister's life at risk.

I'm too focused on my own thoughts to notice. A screaming Lucy is all that prevents me from walking straight into the drooling maw of my father's friend, Mr. Tuab. His arms outstretched, he shambles for us. I take a quick step back and raise my bat in defence. My heart beats a mile a minute; he completely surprised me. With a bespectacled face marred with crimson, he lunges.

In my short time with these abominations, I have learned one important thing. In a group, these monsters are terrifying and dangerous. They can easily overwhelm someone who is not prepared and nothing will deter them. However, if you get one on their own, it becomes child's play. They are slow, clumsy and brain dead. A mere lifeless puppet to the hunger that drives them.

I dodge to the side and he stumbles forward, tripping over his own feet. He tries to right himself, but collapses to the ground in a crumpled mess. Before he even has a chance to move, I am upon him. I hammer him from above until he quits moving for good. Coagulated blood lays smeared on the concrete and broken bone scattered over the pavement.

Lucy is still crying. With every new horror, new tears fall. I need to get us off these streets and into somewhere safe. I need time to think and plan ahead.

Stroking my little sister's hair, I whisper to her, "Hey, honey. Everything will be fine, okay?"

She looks up at me, hazel orbs swelled with tears. "Ryan, w-where are we g-going?"

"We're going to visit Uncle Raymond, okay?"

She nods and presses her face firmly against my chest. I squeeze her reassuringly and kiss the crown of her head. "I love you, Lucy."

She speaks into my tear-drenched shirt, "I love you too, big Bro'."

I smile and stare down the death covered road. Ahead of us, lays an army of undead souls, and the likelihood of safety in our Uncle's home.

I march onward into the chaos of hell and to the hungry horde that awaits us.