On the way home I had to run through an alleyway, and it looked empty when I was deciding to run through or not. 'Course, halfway down a bin gets knocked over and this figure stumbles out of a doorway. I was bricking it, but I had the sense to check behind me that I could still escape. Going back could mean crucial minutes lost, so I decided to run up to get some momentum, and plant a kick in it's chest. So they fall over, and start shouting drunkenly at me. I'll tell you, I felt a right dick, so I said sorry and tried to help the guy up. He was having none of it, and when some guys holding guns and wearing something over their faces ran into the alley from behind, I dropped the poor sod and ran for my life. Just as I turned the corner I heard gunshots. Dunno where they were aimed, but I can tell you, as a guy who's never been in a real fight, let alone a gunfight, and has just met the hungry undead for the first time, those shots were LOUD.
I must have been distracted, 'cause I took a wrong turn and had to backtrack. Thankfully nothing hostile was in sight so I sprinted up the road and got to the back of my house without serious damage.
I swear, I must have tripped over every damn plant, bike and garden tool we had. But I made it to the door anyway, and fumbled with my keys for a second.
The door was unlocked.
But, being a terrified idiot, I ran in, screaming WE GOTTA GO. No reply, I ran from room to room. The house was empty, thank god. Then finally my brain took over, and I shut the windows, closed the curtains and locked the front door, leaving the back door unlocked in case I needed to leave in a hurry. But where the hell was everyone? Yeah, they had left a note on the kitchen table for me, saying that they couldn't reach my mobile etc, and were very worried etc, and were driving up to Mark's place, 50 miles north of here.
Thanks, folks.
Well, I thought getting out of here would be a good idea. I grabbed my rucksack, spilled all my school stuff on the floor, and shoved in some clothes, head torch plus two handfuls of batteries, some food, jacket, sleeping bag etc. I also leant under my bed and took out the air rifle I hadn't used in years. Okay, what else..? Oh right, crowbar, first aid kit (I really wished I'd taken the course...), Swiss army knife and mobile phone I'd left off in a drawer. Well, how would I know tonight of all nights the zombie apocalypse would come?
An most important of all, two packets of menthol & eucalyptus gum and my old, battered MP3 player.
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