relate.
“This’ll be the last broadcast I’m going to be able to make. The fuel for the generator is gone, so that’s it for me. If anyone out there is listening, good luck and stay alive.”
Static follows and that’s the end of the broadcast. I turn off the radio. Poor Avril and poor us. I guess we’re all screwed.
“Is she gonna die?” Guille asks.
“I hope not.”
“Are we gonna die?” he whispers.
“I hope not.”
Maria interrupts our little convo. “I think only kids survived this thing. The only adults I’ve seen are zombies. Other kids have gone zombie also.”
“Yeah, not to mention the Zebs are following the rules.” I say.
“Rules?” Maria asks.
“Yeah, you know. They follow the movie rules for zombies. Gotta kill them by stabbing ‘em in the head, they eat flesh, go after anything moving, and they’re like brain dead. These are all things created by storytellers.”
Maria thinks for a moment then says, “And this outbreak came from space. How does that happen? An asteroid just so happens to contain a dust that turns people into a creature that, before now, only existed in books and movies. As farfetched as it may sound, it seems like a planned attack of some sort.”
I laugh as silently as I can. “Yeah, we have a zombie apocalypse, world-ending asteroid, and an alien invasion. It’s been a couple busy days.” We all get real quiet. All that can be heard is the moaning and hissing outside. The awful sounds should depress me, but instead, I’m getting angry and really tired of feeling helpless. “Whatever the reason behind these freaks, we’re safe for the moment, and that’s a good thing.”
Guille and Maria don’t respond. We all continue the silence and listen to the earie and haunting sounds outside. Night has fallen, and the only light in the hall is the orange dust particles that put off their pulsating glow.
Suddenly, a loud explosion shakes the house and shocks the crap out of us. We all jump up and run into the bedrooms to see what just happened. Another explosion goes off and illuminates the master bedroom. I run in and look out the side window. It’s too dark to see anything until some loud bang noises go off one after the other and bright flashes of light show zombies turning away and heading for the new action. Then the house next door ignites into flames all at once. Fire covers the entire exterior of the house in a second.
“Wow,” Guille says. “That’s got to be Rudy!”
“Yes, it does.” My heart dances. He’s alive and coming to the rescue again! “Come on, guys. The Zebs are moving away. We got to get outta here. Who knows how much time we have?”
We run downstairs and pull the sofa away from the front door. Maria runs into the kitchen, then comes back with a paper in hand. I don’t question it. She asks, “Which way do we go?”
“We go away from the fire!” I open the front door and peek outside. Slow-moving zombies are still making their way to the fire. I close the door and say, “We gotta give it a minute. Once it’s clear, I’m going to the car Luke drove here in and check it out. You guy’s cover me. I only want to give it a quick look.” I open the door again, take a peek, and say, “I think it’s clear. Come on.”
I step over the threshold and fall onto the collapsed porch. I land on my knees. It takes me a second to realize why I fell.
“Are you okay?” Maria whispers.
“Yeah, be careful. I forgot the porch fell.”
The kids jump onto the porch without trouble, and we’re off. I run straight for the tipped car. A few slow zombies notice me, but their sluggish movements pose no immediate threat. When I arrive at the car, I stop and hesitate as I stare at the undercarriage of the automobile. What if Luke’s in there? What if he’s dead? I need to know, but I don’t really want to see Luke’s or Chloe’s body.
“It’s empty,” Guille says.
I forgot I’m not alone, and I’m grateful for Guille and
“This’ll be the last broadcast I’m going to be able to make. The fuel for the generator is gone, so that’s it for me. If anyone out there is listening, good luck and stay alive.”
Static follows and that’s the end of the broadcast. I turn off the radio. Poor Avril and poor us. I guess we’re all screwed.
“Is she gonna die?” Guille asks.
“I hope not.”
“Are we gonna die?” he whispers.
“I hope not.”
Maria interrupts our little convo. “I think only kids survived this thing. The only adults I’ve seen are zombies. Other kids have gone zombie also.”
“Yeah, not to mention the Zebs are following the rules.” I say.
“Rules?” Maria asks.
“Yeah, you know. They follow the movie rules for zombies. Gotta kill them by stabbing ‘em in the head, they eat flesh, go after anything moving, and they’re like brain dead. These are all things created by storytellers.”
Maria thinks for a moment then says, “And this outbreak came from space. How does that happen? An asteroid just so happens to contain a dust that turns people into a creature that, before now, only existed in books and movies. As farfetched as it may sound, it seems like a planned attack of some sort.”
I laugh as silently as I can. “Yeah, we have a zombie apocalypse, world-ending asteroid, and an alien invasion. It’s been a couple busy days.” We all get real quiet. All that can be heard is the moaning and hissing outside. The awful sounds should depress me, but instead, I’m getting angry and really tired of feeling helpless. “Whatever the reason behind these freaks, we’re safe for the moment, and that’s a good thing.”
Guille and Maria don’t respond. We all continue the silence and listen to the earie and haunting sounds outside. Night has fallen, and the only light in the hall is the orange dust particles that put off their pulsating glow.
Suddenly, a loud explosion shakes the house and shocks the crap out of us. We all jump up and run into the bedrooms to see what just happened. Another explosion goes off and illuminates the master bedroom. I run in and look out the side window. It’s too dark to see anything until some loud bang noises go off one after the other and bright flashes of light show zombies turning away and heading for the new action. Then the house next door ignites into flames all at once. Fire covers the entire exterior of the house in a second.
“Wow,” Guille says. “That’s got to be Rudy!”
“Yes, it does.” My heart dances. He’s alive and coming to the rescue again! “Come on, guys. The Zebs are moving away. We got to get outta here. Who knows how much time we have?”
We run downstairs and pull the sofa away from the front door. Maria runs into the kitchen, then comes back with a paper in hand. I don’t question it. She asks, “Which way do we go?”
“We go away from the fire!” I open the front door and peek outside. Slow-moving zombies are still making their way to the fire. I close the door and say, “We gotta give it a minute. Once it’s clear, I’m going to the car Luke drove here in and check it out. You guy’s cover me. I only want to give it a quick look.” I open the door again, take a peek, and say, “I think it’s clear. Come on.”
I step over the threshold and fall onto the collapsed porch. I land on my knees. It takes me a second to realize why I fell.
“Are you okay?” Maria whispers.
“Yeah, be careful. I forgot the porch fell.”
The kids jump onto the porch without trouble, and we’re off. I run straight for the tipped car. A few slow zombies notice me, but their sluggish movements pose no immediate threat. When I arrive at the car, I stop and hesitate as I stare at the undercarriage of the automobile. What if Luke’s in there? What if he’s dead? I need to know, but I don’t really want to see Luke’s or Chloe’s body.
“It’s empty,” Guille says.
I forgot I’m not alone, and I’m grateful for Guille and
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