Part 3 — Our story resumes with Micah and Jeff getting terrible news.
“How many? From where? How long do we have?” Micah blurted out. “30 minutes tops” the cop yelled out. “Those things move pretty darn fast! The National Bubble Gum convention was downtown at the coliseum this week. They gave out free samples of this new gum this morning. People are calling it “ZA” or something like that. Not long after that we started to get calls at every precinct in the county. Seems that chewing gum is turning people into zombies nowadays, what’s the world coming too?” the officer mused to himself as he shook his head. “Where should we go?” Jeff asked, snapping the officer out of his reverie. “What? O — . uhh, I dunno kid. 3 police stations have already been overrun. People come looking for help, and the zombies come looking for people. Before you know it were surrounded and outnumbered 10 to 1. It was a bloodbath! There was nothing we could do against so many of them. I guess you’re on your own; I’m going to get my family and then we’re getting the heck out of town I suggest you do the same.”
They stood in the road as the sirens from the battered cruiser faded into the distance. “Should we have asked for a ride?” Jeff asked. Micah shook her head and started trotting down the road “no way dude, that guys dead meat, were better off on our own.” Jeff spun around to see Micah already well down the road. He stood for a moment and thought about all that had happened that day. “I just wanted some Fruit Roll-ups and Capri Suns” he mused aloud. “how could something this bizarre happen to me?” “Duuuuuuuude, get a move on it. We need to meet back in 30 minutes!” Micah’s voice carried up the road pulling Jeff back to reality. He waved over his shoulder as he turned and trotted off. “I sure hope this plan works he thought.”
A Plan in Action
Approximately 30 minutes later Jeff stood impatiently outside of the sporting goods store. Slightly aware of the cool breeze that ruffled his hair, random thoughts raced through his mind. “I wonder if my parents are okay.” No one will ever chew gum again after this.” “I wonder if I can get Jennifer to chew a piece.” Clearing his head he surveyed the supplies he had gathered and grinned. Travel packs filled with shotgun shells and other assorted ammunition sat at his feet. Behind him more bags filled with rifles and hand guns laid helter skelter in the road. He had paused momentarily in front of the gun case, unable to decide on which weapons would be best. Still unsure he decided to think about it later as he smashed in the case and grabbed them all. Other items included gasoline jugs, a tent, and assorted pairs of hiking boots. He found a wicked looking Axe, and a wheel barrow. He couldn’t think of any use for the wheel barrow outside of using it to ferry all of his looted goods outside but it seemed like a cool thing to have so he leaned it next to a portable generator and hoped Micah wouldn’t notice it. He had enjoyed a moment of giddy excitement racing up and down the aisles snatching things he thought they would need. “This is like some weird movie” he thought to himself as he scanned the roadway for any sign of his friend.
“Just like Micah to run late” he said aloud checking his watch for the umpteenth time. “Get a move on she says, we need to hurry she says, well what do you know! A lady is running behind schedule.” Feeling increasingly sorry for himself he cocked his head at a faint noise he heard on the wind. “That could be her” listening intently the noise faded as the wind died down. “Guess it was nothing” he shrugged and went back to waiting impatiently. He shifted his travel pack from shoulder to shoulder aware of the hunting knife jabbing him in the back through its thick sheath. “I hate waiting here like bait” he grumbled again.
A moment later he heard the noise again, louder than before and coming closer with each passing moment.
“That doesn’t sound like Micah.” He mused. Rummaging through a small satchel he had strapped to his back he pulled out a pair of Binoculars and scanned the deserted roadways in either direction. To the south, nothing moved. To the north, things appeared to be quiet as well. Just as he was turning to look away he caught a brief movement, hardly noticeable through the heat haze rising from the roadway. Turning back he focused the binoculars on a lone figure sprinting towards him down the center of the road. Clothes torn and bloody he could see the look of sheer terror on the man’s face as he hurtled bits of debris and wreckage in the streets. Behind him, more people came into view.
Jeff counted 15 people altogether banded together and all of them focused on getting away. A few moments later he saw what they were running from. A mass of zombies swarmed around the corner and catching sight of the fleeing group they turned as one and gave pursuit. “Micah Micah Micah!!!” Jeff panted out as he bounced from foot to foot. Unable to look away he watched as the zombie horde swarmed over a straggler and tore him limb from limb. Random body parts went flying into the air as the tide of red eyed horrors continued their pursuit. Knowing he wouldn’t survive long out in front of the fast moving pack of zombies, despair finally began to creep into Jeff’s bones. He broke into a cold clammy sweat, he could feel his shirt clinging to his back and the cool breeze from before now felt like an arctic gale. “This just isn’t funny” he said sadly as he looked around at all the gear. He nudged a field and stream magazine with his toe, “I was going to read that and brush up on my gun skills” he thought dejectedly. “I guess it’s all over” he thought as he plopped down on the rim of his wheel barrow. Suddenly over the wind, over the screams of fleeing pedestrians, over the mad roar of the zombie horde, a new sound was audible in Jeff’s ears, the sound of a blowing car horn —
To Be Continued —