Chapter 5: The shack and the psycho
I paced back and forth on the roof. "Fuck. How the hell are we going to get down there?" Jason asked.
"Do we have to?" Chris asked.
"We can't stay up here just all fucking idle." Jason said. Chris sighed.
There were millions down there wandering around aimlessly. "There's Mrs. Braxton." Jason said. I looked over to see my red head math teacher. Her eyes were dark gray and cloudy. Her skin was pale and rotting. I sighed. "I need to see if my mom and little brother are okay."
"We're going to find them, Alice. Don't worry. We just need to get by all these fuckers." Jason said. Chris looked around and went over to the other side and smiled. "You guys!" He called. Me and Jason ran over to him. There was a long ladder that led down to the ground and there were none of those….things around.
"I'll go first." Jason said as he stepped down. I placed my hand on his shoulder. He looked at me. "Just…be careful. Okay?" I asked. He nodded and began to slowly step down. I looked at Chris and he was looking down at Jason. "I want to ditch him."
"What?" I asked.
He looked at me. "Me and him don't get along. And I know he still wants you and it's kind of obvious you still want him."
"Admit it, Alice. You still have feelings for your ex-boyfriend who is a control freak."
"This is not the time to talk about this." I said. Chris nodded. "You're right." He got onto the ladder and stepped down. I soon followed him and we were all on the ground.
"Okay. I'll check the left to see if any of them are around. You check the right, Chris." Jason said. Chris actually obeyed which surprised me.
"Holy shit." Jason whispered and came back over to me. "Not clear over there at all."
"It's somewhat clear over here. There are a few of them over there. Your car is right there, Alice. We could get to it." Chris said.
"Did you lose your keys?" Jason asked. I shrugged and then dug through my pockets. I got out my keys. Jason took them from me. "Okay. We need someone to distract them for a little while one of us take Alice, get in the car and drive around to pick up the distractor." Jason said.
I looked up at Chris.
"No. I'm sorry but I'm not fucking doing it."
"Fine I'll do it. But just know this, if you want to survive, you're going to start to do shit you don't want to do." Jason said as he gave the keys to me.
"Oh and Alice?" He asked. I looked up at him in his light green eyes. He leaned down so his lips were at my ear. "Don't let that bastard leave me or persuade you to let him leave me." He whispered. I nodded.
Jason took a deep breath and ran out and started yelling for them to come get him. Me and Chris broke off in a run. I was right behind him as he unlocked the car door. One was right beside him and he told me to get in the car. I obeyed and locked the door on my side. Chris swung the bat and banged the bat hard against the rotting woman. It made a hard squishing sound as it connected with the side of the woman's face. Blood sprayed out as the woman dropped to the ground. Chris hurriedly got into the car and I handed the keys to him. He shoved them in the ignition and turned them.
More of them were crowding around us. The truck started and he put it into drive. He drove around the building. "We have to find Jason," I said looking for him. "He might be on the other side of the building still leading him away."
Chris turned around the building. The sound of bodies hitting the car hit my ears and made me nauseous and scared. Chris kept turning the car. "I don't see him and if he doesn't show up soon, I'm going to leave him."
I glared at him. "No you're not." I said. He looked over at me and suddenly there was a huge thud sound in the bed of the truck. We both looked back and Jason was back there. "Drive. Drive!" He yelled. Chris sped off and out of the parking lot.
"Where are we going?" I asked. Chris shrugged. "I don't know. Somewhere safe."
"My house." I suggested. Chris shook his head. "No. That's not good enough. My house is bigger. I don't want that fucker there though."
There was a loud tap against the window. "I heard that, shithead." Jason said.
"Where else is he going to go?" I asked.
Chris sighed. "I don't fucking like him."
Jason banged on the window again. "I didn't ask to get stuck with you either, so shut the fuck up and drive the car."
I sighed. This was about to be a long day.
Suddenly, something huge fell onto the windshield and the car screeched to a halt. Chris looked to me and then the busted windshield which was now covered with blood. "Is that a head?" He asked.
"I'm going to be fucking sick." I opened the door and vomited on the pavement.
Jason hopped out of the truck and came by my side to soothe me.
"Where the hell did it come from?" Chris asked.
I wiped my mouth and got up. My eyes grew wide as I saw the approaching creatures. Oh shit. "There!" I pointed to them. They were running fast coming down the road.
Chris hopped back in the car and tried to start it up but it wouldn't start. "What the hell?"
"Fuck it! We have to run."
They were getting closer and closer and my heart has never beated so fast in my life.
"Oh shit! Come on!" Jason took off in a run and me and Chris were right behind him.
"I don't understand! They can't see us so why are they following us?" I asked.
"They only react to sound. They must have heard the car." Chris replied.
We could hear them approaching. There was a sound of sliminess with every step they took.
Shivers ran down my body. Fuck I was getting tired.
Chris grabbed my hand and we pushed harder. "We're not going to make it, they're too fast!"
"Come on!" Chris pulled me into a small shack and Jason ran in after us and silently closed the door.
I pulled the curtain back and looked out the window as they ran past us.
We were all silent.
Jason came next to me and looked out the window, narrowing his eyes as they ran past us.
I exhaled finally and Jason did the same. "You okay?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yeah. I'm fine. It's going to be sundown soon."
"I know. We should just stay here for tonight and tomorrow morning, we'll get up and get out, and go to this douche bag's house." Jason said walking away."
"Shut the fuck up." Chris replied.
"You shut the fuck up. I'm not about to argue with you, you fucking idiot." Jason looked around and knocked on the wooden wall. And listened for something.
"What are you listening for?" I asked.
"A hollow sound. A door."
"And how the hell would you know that there's a door here?"
"Unlike you rich folk, my family had to make due with shacks for some time. I know more about this place than you'll ever know."
He knocked on the walls again and there was a lighter sound and we all looked at each other.
Jason walked away for a second and looked around the place for something.
I looked around and saw a crowbar in the corner.
I picked it up and gave it to him.
He grabbed it and started hitting the wooden wall until it opened.
When it did, Jason threw the crowbar onto the floor and slowly walked in.
I was too scared to see what was in there so I stood back.
Chris stared at me. He had concern on his face.
"Honey, we're going to be fine."
"I want you and Jason to be fine but……my mom and my brother is what I'm really scared of. I mean….what if they're those fucking things out there?"
"We'll find them rather they have the virus or not."
When Jason came out of the room, he had two bottles of liquor with him. "You guys cannot say that we don't need this fucking liquor right now."
"Open the bottle. I need some." I said.
Jason placed both bottles on a table, opened them and handed one of them to me.
It slipped easily down my throat and left a slight burning feeling.
I handed it to Chris and he chugged as much as he could.
"I don't see any lights in here. It might be dark as hell during night time."
"That's a good thing. They already can't see us. Night time is good." I said sitting in the corner.
"There are some quilts and shit in that room. If you want them." Jason offered.
"The alcohol will warm you up also, baby." Chris sat against the door.
I shook my head and took the bottle from Chris.
"No. I'm fine." I whispered.
As sundown approached, Jason laid the quilts out. There were about five. He put two quilts next to each other and two more on top of them while he had a separate quilt in the corner.
"Why are you sleeping so far away?" I asked.
I pushed my fingers through Chris's hair who was sleeping lightly on my lap.
"I get repulsed by lovey dovey couples.
Thank god we weren't that way." Jason said as he winked at me.
I actually smiled. "Nope. We weren't that way. We were like best friends that had a lot of sex."
Jason lightly chuckled and then sighed as he looked to me.
Looking around, reality slowly settled in. "I don't want to go through this. It's scary as hell. I'm so fucking terrified that I can't stop shaking."
Jason took a couple of hesitant steps towards me. "You know that I won't let not a damn thing happen to you. You know that better than anyone.
I know you have Chris but I'll always be your real protector at the end of the day."
I nodded and tears start streaking down my cheeks.
"Please don't cry, Alice."
I shook my head. "No. It's just….I wronged you and you're being nice to me."
"I'm fine. I still love you and I always will. I just need you to trust me."
"I do trust you."
Jason smiled. "Thank you. Now… get into the bed I made. It took me forever." He joked.
"It took a minute and a half." I replied.
He smiled and took his shoes off.
I lifted Chris's head and he got up and rubbed his eyes.
"What?" He asked yawning.
"Sleep. On the quilt."
I crawled over onto the quilt and got under the covers and Chris slowly got under with me and wrapped his arm around me.
My eyes looked up to Jason who was frowning at the floor. Then he locked eyes with me. "I'm sorry." I mouthed.
He closed his eyes and nodded.
I looked to the floor and tried to go to sleep but I couldn't. All of this happened in one full day and what the hell was I supposed to do? My mom and my brother are out there.
Somewhere. Waiting for me.
Somehow between thinking of my family and myself, I fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, there was a gun barrel right in front of me and I screamed.
"Don't. Move. Bitch." The man said slowly.
I was panting hard and felt around for Chris but he wasn't there and I looked from the corner of my eyes for Jason but he wasn't there either.
"Get up." The man demanded.
I slowly risen to my feet and kept my eyes on the gun that was now pressing against my chest.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked.
His red hair was lying flat on his head and covering his forehead.
He had dark blue eyes and freckles on his skin.
If he wasn't holding a gun to me right now, I would have thought he was a fucking dork.
"I'm….My name is Alice and me and my boyfriend and my ex were trying to hide until the morning from those zombies out there."
The man laughed a low hillbilly laugh and it took everything in me not to kick him.
"Zombies, you say? Rich folk are really retarded."
"I'm not r-"
"Those ain't no damn zombies. I don't what they are but…."
"Where are Chris and Jason?" I asked.
The man pull the gun barrel from off my chest and stood back. "I don't know, you bitch."
"I need to find them."
He pointed the gun back to me. "No. No. No. No. You stay here cutie pie. With me."
He smiled and flicked his tongue at me and I slowly sat down on the covers and pulled my knees up to my chin as the man studied me.
"I should check your body. See if there are any bites on that fine looking body of yours." The man said giving me a yellow toothed smile.
I heard a gun cock suddenly. "I don't fucking think so." I heard a familiar voice say.
I looked up to see Jason and Chris both holding a gun to the man who was now frowning.
"Put the gun down." Chris said.
The man looked to me and pointed the shotgun to me.
Then he smiled. "Shoot me motherfuckers."
Oh god. This man is fucking crazy.
"Shoot me or I'll shoot her fucking brains out. I'll do it rather you shoot me or not. Understand?"
I stared up at him. "Please-"
"Shut up, cunt."
I kept quiet and looked to Jason and Chris.
Jason was trying to mouth words I didn't understand.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked up to the hillbilly man who was still focused on me.
Jason stepped close, glaring at the man. "Hey, asshole, if you don't want two bullets in your heart and brain, I suggest you stop aiming that fucking gun at my friend."
"I'll aim at you, pussy." He aimed the gun to Jason and Chris stepped closer to me. The man suddenly took another gun out and Chris stopped as the other gun was pointed at him.
"Not another step, lover boy."
"What the hell do you want?" Jason asked. More annoyed than scared.
"I want to know who the fuck told you, you could come in here. Steal my quilts.
Steal my alcohol and invade my privacy."
"We're sorry. We didn't think there were any other survivors." Chris said.
That's not true. I still have hoped to find my brother and my mother.
"Well you were fucking wrong." The man cocked the gun.
"Okay. Okay. What the hell do you want?" Jason asked.
"The man smiled again. "All of your guns….and the girl."
I stared wide eyed at the man who winked at me. I felt nauseous.
"Or, I can blow your fucking brains out. That's always an option too." Jason said.
The man laughed. "You think you're tough you poor piece of shit? Huh? You think you're tougher than me?"
"No. But I'm smarter than you."
"Oh. Are you now?"
I reached over without moving. The crowbar was a foot or two away.
When I finally got my hand on it, The man stepped on my fingers and I cried out and then I felt the hard metal of the gun connect with my head and I fell back and then I heard a gunshot.
Then another. And another.