know. Times like these, a lot of people will bring up this faith or that. It gives people hope.”
“Yeah, that is not something I can do; people would see through it. I am probably the only Hispanic to be raised as an atheist.”
“An atheist, really? Hmm … so what motivates you to do what you’re doing?”
“You mean the compound and everything? That’s simple. Life. Life is what motivates me. And the potential survival of the human race. I don’t need God to show me what needs to be done.”
“Easy girl, I meant no harm. I was just curious.”
“Sorry, I have run into a lot of religious zealots in my day and have no desire to get into that discussion again.”
“Excuse me, Tasha. Could I say something to the people?” Skit asked.
“Absolutely. Let’s tape it and I will play it in a couple of hours, after this news loop is done.”
“What’s the news loop about?”
“Demons, believe it or not. Here let me set you up with some headphones before I start in with Skitter Pop.”
“Ah, just Skit … okay?”
“Okay.”
After talking to the Guard troops who had stationed themselves there, Lisa learned that heavy equipment was actually checking on them every half hour and refugees streamed by from time to time. The street was an official route for refugees and was a main focus for the resistance.
Resistance? Is that what we are? A resistance? Lisa wondered and decided to come up with a more appropriate name for what they were doing here.
After they left the station, she and Skit had a few cleared blocks that they could almost leisurely walk through … until they hit an unsecured area and they started seeing small groups of Z’s almost immediately. It was approximately a twenty-block stretch from that point to where she wanted to go. Lisa hoped it wouldn’t take all night to get there because she was starting to get weary.
They ducked and hid behind dumpsters, alcoves, and corners long before being spotted by anything other than Z’s trapped inside buildings. A constant tick, tick, tick on the pavement seemed to follow them at a distance as they went. It was so constant she thought it was one of Skit’s shoes squeaking.
“What the hell is that, Skit?” she whisper-shouted.
“That ticking sound? I don’t know, but it has been following us since we left the compound. I told you about it earlier.”
“You said it felt like we were being watched.”
“I’m sure I mentioned the footsteps too.”
Lisa was just about to walk back and surprise whatever was following them when a larger group of zombies came around the corner up ahead, catching them in the open and unprepared.
“Shit.” It was exactly where they didn’t want to be. A solid brick wall lined the sidewalk beside them. No trashcans or dumpsters, not even an alcove to defend.
“Here!” Skit started running across the street toward what looked to be an alley, but was more just a pathway between buildings.
Lisa followed, cringing at the sound of his full voice. She watched as slow-moving corpses followed them across the street, knowing that a runner was bound to show up soon. The telltale scream came in the form of two behind her, coming from the opposite corner. She turned with her M4 already on her shoulder and dropped the closest with three shots but missed the second when she stumbled over the curb to the sidewalk. She ran into the alley as she heard Skit grunting while he swung his rebar at two slow movers already in the alley. His bar got stuck when he caved in the head of a teenage girl who wanted nothing more than to listen to Taylor Swift as she gnawed on his femur.
Lisa took out the second one over his shoulder and turned to face down the remaining runner, now dangerously close. She tracked him up his right forearm; elbow … chest … neck … until she finally got to his head, sending gray matter spraying out the back, and she kicked herself for not training on a more regular basis.
“Get that
“Yeah, that is not something I can do; people would see through it. I am probably the only Hispanic to be raised as an atheist.”
“An atheist, really? Hmm … so what motivates you to do what you’re doing?”
“You mean the compound and everything? That’s simple. Life. Life is what motivates me. And the potential survival of the human race. I don’t need God to show me what needs to be done.”
“Easy girl, I meant no harm. I was just curious.”
“Sorry, I have run into a lot of religious zealots in my day and have no desire to get into that discussion again.”
“Excuse me, Tasha. Could I say something to the people?” Skit asked.
“Absolutely. Let’s tape it and I will play it in a couple of hours, after this news loop is done.”
“What’s the news loop about?”
“Demons, believe it or not. Here let me set you up with some headphones before I start in with Skitter Pop.”
“Ah, just Skit … okay?”
“Okay.”
After talking to the Guard troops who had stationed themselves there, Lisa learned that heavy equipment was actually checking on them every half hour and refugees streamed by from time to time. The street was an official route for refugees and was a main focus for the resistance.
Resistance? Is that what we are? A resistance? Lisa wondered and decided to come up with a more appropriate name for what they were doing here.
After they left the station, she and Skit had a few cleared blocks that they could almost leisurely walk through … until they hit an unsecured area and they started seeing small groups of Z’s almost immediately. It was approximately a twenty-block stretch from that point to where she wanted to go. Lisa hoped it wouldn’t take all night to get there because she was starting to get weary.
They ducked and hid behind dumpsters, alcoves, and corners long before being spotted by anything other than Z’s trapped inside buildings. A constant tick, tick, tick on the pavement seemed to follow them at a distance as they went. It was so constant she thought it was one of Skit’s shoes squeaking.
“What the hell is that, Skit?” she whisper-shouted.
“That ticking sound? I don’t know, but it has been following us since we left the compound. I told you about it earlier.”
“You said it felt like we were being watched.”
“I’m sure I mentioned the footsteps too.”
Lisa was just about to walk back and surprise whatever was following them when a larger group of zombies came around the corner up ahead, catching them in the open and unprepared.
“Shit.” It was exactly where they didn’t want to be. A solid brick wall lined the sidewalk beside them. No trashcans or dumpsters, not even an alcove to defend.
“Here!” Skit started running across the street toward what looked to be an alley, but was more just a pathway between buildings.
Lisa followed, cringing at the sound of his full voice. She watched as slow-moving corpses followed them across the street, knowing that a runner was bound to show up soon. The telltale scream came in the form of two behind her, coming from the opposite corner. She turned with her M4 already on her shoulder and dropped the closest with three shots but missed the second when she stumbled over the curb to the sidewalk. She ran into the alley as she heard Skit grunting while he swung his rebar at two slow movers already in the alley. His bar got stuck when he caved in the head of a teenage girl who wanted nothing more than to listen to Taylor Swift as she gnawed on his femur.
Lisa took out the second one over his shoulder and turned to face down the remaining runner, now dangerously close. She tracked him up his right forearm; elbow … chest … neck … until she finally got to his head, sending gray matter spraying out the back, and she kicked herself for not training on a more regular basis.
“Get that
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