Savannah State would make the most sense, I
can get to La Roche from there, and that’ll take me straight to Dad’s,” he
said, working it out loud as he went.
When he got to the college, he expected the worst. But in
reality, it looked abandoned. Which was strange, seeing that it was the middle
of the semester. He saw a few corpses wandering around, but other than that,
the place was a ghost town.
Maybe everybody got out of here in time. It is a
Thursday. They could just be all gone.
That was what he hoped. The dead there did not look like
college students. More like they wandered in from the surrounding
neighborhoods. One stood out in particular.
It, he, whatever it was now, was an older man, maybe
mid-fifties. He was wearing patterned pajama pants, a white tank top, and a
dark colored robe. He shuffled around in his slippers. This man was just going
about his normal evening routine, and then BAM! Zombie apocalypse. The thought
began to creep into Jeremy’s mind that things will never be the same again.
Maybe the Government will figure out a cure or fix this
somehow, but for a lot of people, this was going to a have a lasting impact.
You will never forget the time when your loved ones tried to eat you in your
living room. Or the time you saw your mother torn to pieces.
Jeremy tried to push the thought from his mind. Too many
thoughts, too much thinking. It was all too deep and dark to dwell on right
now. He had to focus. He made his way safely through the college without
confrontation and found himself on the road he was aiming for. The sun was
completely set now, street lights the only present source of illumination. The
darkness made Jeremy nervous. He pressed on. There was large Baptist church to
his right. He’d never been there, but his mother only had kind things to say
about it. She didn’t attend there herself, but had gone to some of their
special events.
Again, all of that was suddenly thrust into the past. How
quickly the present evaporated into the past. Jeremy shook his head. He had to
refocus; all of this thinking was taking him off the task at hand. And that was
finding his father. And staying alive. He didn’t really care for his father,
but he was family, and all Jeremy had left now. That is, if the man was still
alive.
With all the thinking that he was doing, Jeremy didn’t
notice the large group of zombies in front of him in the middle of the road.
They saw him however and began to hobble in his direction. It was then that he
noticed them noticing him and he brought the bike to a screeching halt. It was
too much of a sudden stop, because with the weight of the backpack, it sent him
spilling over the handlebars, and dumping the bike. It slid out behind him,
putting him in between the zombies and the bike.
Jeremy hit the ground hard. As he came to a rolling stop, he
winced through the pain, and tried to do a quick head count.
Five, no, six of them. There were six of them.
All moaning and jawing towards him. He had taken on three of
them, but this was twice that many, and he was not feeling the same surge of
adrenaline he had felt then. The rage. This time he only felt fear.
Jeremy ran in the direction of the church, leaving the bike,
because the dead were gaining on him. Maybe he could get inside and barricade
himself in. It was just like the horror movies this time. This was the scene
where the girl was running away from the monster, and no matter how fast she
ran away, the monster somehow seemed to catch up. Jeremy was the girl.
There was a rather tall, iron gate surrounding the church
property. Every ten to fifteen feet, there would be a large brick column, and
then more iron fence. The tops of the iron bars were tipped with sharp looking
ends.
Yes, that screams friendly , he thought.
Whatever the purpose for the large gate, it did not change
the fact that he was smack dab between the iron fence and a large group of
things that only wanted to devour him.
Talk about a rock and hard