ones?”
“Yeah…I do,” Owen started, carefully choosing his words. He didn’t want to let on that he knew this girl’s father, or so he thought. That he himself had been the one to take him out, most likely. This was the clan. Owen was certain of it. He didn’t know how, but he instantly knew it was them. The Lost Colony. They had survived. And he had to keep his own as far away as possible before anyone could find out. And so, he allowed the small talk. “I have a little girl. Her name’s Judith…”
And then, Owen realized that he hadn’t seen or heard his daughter in over an hour. Who was she with?
“Something wrong?”
“We need to go. Right now.” Owen turned away and started back into the trees. Uncle David yelled after him frantically.
“You can’t go back there, man! They’ve been tracking you! They’ll find you!”
But Owen didn’t listen. Owen didn’t care.
Judith Marie was alone in that camp. Something inside of him screamed this awful truth. And he knew she would not make it.
When everyone left her alone in the camp, Judith Marie tried to remain calm. She tried not to cry. But her childish emotions got the better of her, and she sat on the ground and wept. She did not have her brother’s bravery to roam, and she did not have a friend. Judith Marie was completely alone.
But she was not really alone. For, when the company frantically ran off in search of the boy, the dead that had been tracking their prey found a perfect opportunity. Their midnight snack sat on the ground in defeat, waiting for them to take her.
The situation could not have been more perfect.
There were only five or six of them tracking the others. They did not need many to feast on humans. In this part of the woods, the zombies lived sparsely. They were more independent than the other packs. This child would be enough hunting to last them several days. But they felt like having a little more tonight. They felt like waiting for someone to come for her.
Then they would have two humans instead of one.
They got their wish and more when Owen ran into the camp frantically, with Michael in one arm. Three humans.
Owen scooped his crying daughter up and held them both to his chest.
“Don’t either of you ever get out of my sight again, do you understand me? I don’t care if I’m not looking. You stay right where I can see you. I promise, I’ll never lose you again.” Owen was sobbing into his children’s arms.
In the normal world, Owen would have been too young to deal with these kinds of things. But he had new ingrown fatherly instincts, and he feared more for his children than for anything or anyone else. His wife had not crossed his mind until just now, when the children were found and safe.
But she was only on his mind for a split second. Because, out of the corner of his eye, Owen saw the lurking creatures begin to approach.
“Not now,” He moaned, hiding his children against his chest. “Not now, God. Not now that I have them.”
But the zombies continued. Owen had no weapons, no way to fight them. And, with two children in his arms, he couldn’t exactly push them away either.
Owen turned and did the only thing he could think to do. He began to run. The children cried against his chest from fear, but he did not stop. He ran and ran, praying to run into someone from his clan that had a gun. But he found no
“Yeah…I do,” Owen started, carefully choosing his words. He didn’t want to let on that he knew this girl’s father, or so he thought. That he himself had been the one to take him out, most likely. This was the clan. Owen was certain of it. He didn’t know how, but he instantly knew it was them. The Lost Colony. They had survived. And he had to keep his own as far away as possible before anyone could find out. And so, he allowed the small talk. “I have a little girl. Her name’s Judith…”
And then, Owen realized that he hadn’t seen or heard his daughter in over an hour. Who was she with?
“Something wrong?”
“We need to go. Right now.” Owen turned away and started back into the trees. Uncle David yelled after him frantically.
“You can’t go back there, man! They’ve been tracking you! They’ll find you!”
But Owen didn’t listen. Owen didn’t care.
Judith Marie was alone in that camp. Something inside of him screamed this awful truth. And he knew she would not make it.
When everyone left her alone in the camp, Judith Marie tried to remain calm. She tried not to cry. But her childish emotions got the better of her, and she sat on the ground and wept. She did not have her brother’s bravery to roam, and she did not have a friend. Judith Marie was completely alone.
But she was not really alone. For, when the company frantically ran off in search of the boy, the dead that had been tracking their prey found a perfect opportunity. Their midnight snack sat on the ground in defeat, waiting for them to take her.
The situation could not have been more perfect.
There were only five or six of them tracking the others. They did not need many to feast on humans. In this part of the woods, the zombies lived sparsely. They were more independent than the other packs. This child would be enough hunting to last them several days. But they felt like having a little more tonight. They felt like waiting for someone to come for her.
Then they would have two humans instead of one.
They got their wish and more when Owen ran into the camp frantically, with Michael in one arm. Three humans.
Owen scooped his crying daughter up and held them both to his chest.
“Don’t either of you ever get out of my sight again, do you understand me? I don’t care if I’m not looking. You stay right where I can see you. I promise, I’ll never lose you again.” Owen was sobbing into his children’s arms.
In the normal world, Owen would have been too young to deal with these kinds of things. But he had new ingrown fatherly instincts, and he feared more for his children than for anything or anyone else. His wife had not crossed his mind until just now, when the children were found and safe.
But she was only on his mind for a split second. Because, out of the corner of his eye, Owen saw the lurking creatures begin to approach.
“Not now,” He moaned, hiding his children against his chest. “Not now, God. Not now that I have them.”
But the zombies continued. Owen had no weapons, no way to fight them. And, with two children in his arms, he couldn’t exactly push them away either.
Owen turned and did the only thing he could think to do. He began to run. The children cried against his chest from fear, but he did not stop. He ran and ran, praying to run into someone from his clan that had a gun. But he found no
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