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down an alleyway that connected our current position to the road directly leading to the ferryman’s neighborhood. I could hear my heart pounding away in my chest as my legs began to throb and ache from the effort exerted. I hoped that the end of this journey would come soon. I wasn’t used to putting myself through this strain.
    The ferryman led the way across the street to the house at the end of the cul-de-sac with the blue shutters. Everything was quiet. Before we could even make it halfway to the house, we could tell that something wasn’t right. The van parked out front had the back door open on it with groceries still inside. There was no one to be found.
    As we approached, we could see that the front door was cracked somewhat. The ferryman stopped dead in his tracks beside the van and fell to his knees without a word said. There, on the porch, was a pool of blood. It looked like it may have been too much for just one person, even an adult. I looked down at the man to catch him starting to sob.
    He was mumbling something about his wife and little girl when we heard a noise. Somewhere nearby came a low, growling sound. Nervousness set in. I turned frantically around in circles, searching for the source of the sound. Nothing could be found for several minutes. My anxiety began to seep into the minds of the others in the group and soon we were all turning in circles.
    As soon as we settled down, shuffling came from around the corner of the house. A woman and child, turned to undead creatures, walked into our view. They had blood running all down their matching shirts from their mouths, their eyes white and blank, their noses in the air, and the woman looked like she had a broken arm. It hung limply at her side. They searched for food to satiate their ever-growing thirst for human flesh.
    Our presence was given away, not by the smell that we gave off, but by the ferryman’s cries of agony. He was clearly upset about this. It must’ve been his wife and daughter that were hunting us down. His pain alerted them and gave them a direction to move in. They bore down on us at full speed, reaching in front of them to grasp at the air to ensure they found their mark.
    I froze in my spot. This wasn’t something that I knew how to react to properly so the fear kept me from doing much. The flight instinct wouldn’t kick in, either, to keep me from becoming a victim. Only one person reacted by doing something other than crying or freezing up. The strange female in our group stepped forward confidently and lifted a knife up in front of her, preparing for a battle. She met the woman first and grabbed her by the hair. Jerking her off her feet, the stranger shoved the knife into her temple without a moment’s hesitation.
    She pulled it out, blood oozing from the wound, and rose back to her feet. The little girl came after her, following the sound of the fight with her mom. She was even less of a fight than the woman. The ferryman cried out harder as he watched his daughter face the same fate as his wife. The knife was shoved through her head and she was thrown to the ground without the stranger seeming to care about it all. The child was discarded like trash.
    I had never felt so much pain for another human being in my life. The ferryman was hysterical at this point, breaking under the depression that weighed heavy on his shoulders and the realization that his family would never be whole again. He would be forever stuck with us until his death, or until he decided to leave the group to try to live it out on his own. I couldn’t imagine continuing any further.
    “Come on, we have to go!” my dad yelled at the group as he grabbed hold of Samantha’s hand and started to pull her off in the direction of the west side of town. If safety didn’t lie somewhere there, we probably wouldn’t make it through this. We couldn’t live without somewhere to go.

Chapter 4
     
    April 16, 2016 
    Fifteen minutes later
     
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