The
days drag on. Every single minuet in the barn seemed to morph into five. John
had been in hiding for months now ever since the zombies started eating
everyone. He was a scrawny 6 foot 2 senior at Deplanes High school, John had
vivid blue eyes, messy jet black hair, and he always walked with a graceful
stride, probably due to his abnormally large legs. As the days in the barn
started to become a blur, John looked back and reminisced on how things were so
much different when the zombie plague hadn’t whipped out the rest of the human
population. He though about his girlfriend, and if she might still be alive,
but then he though there could be no way. John always wondered if he was alone.
He had never seen another human since he had survived the attacks. John was
lonely, each day seem to drag him deeper into this dark abysses that started to
consume him. The only thing keeping him alive was his hope that there might be
other people surviving much like him.
Before
taking refuge in the barn, John had accumulated approximately five months worth
of food and other supplies. As the 5th month of being in the barn
came around, the cans of food became more minuscule by the meal. John knew soon
enough he would have to go back out into the miserable world of death he tried
so very hard to hide from each day.
Finally
the day had come, John was down to his last three cans of food. He prepared his
numerous weapons he had collected and loaded up the pickup truck he had found a
few months prior to taking refuge in the barn. John hopped in the truck and
started driving to what looked like the remainder of a city in the distance. He
drove with a spaz-12 shot gun hanging out the window, shooting any zombies that
he might encounter wandering the roads. As he neared the city he ditched his
truck and pulled out the big guns. He loaded an rpk machine gun and a barret 50
cal sniper, only to continue the rest of his journey on foot. John enjoyed
sniping the occasional zombie, it felt good to him. He got to take out all his
anger that was built up inside over the past few months as he watched the world
be consumed in death and plague, on all the zombies around him. He enjoyed it,
but he would still rather be in hiding away from the monstrous beasts that took
everything from him. His journey on foot begun to come to an end as the
supermarket and crafty beaver appeared a few blocks away. As he was approaching
the supermarket he saw a group of at least twenty zombies come running after a
girl that appeared to still be human. John switched to his machine gun and
gunned down all the zombies chasing the girl. After, the girl passed out her
body lying lifeless on the floor. John, being a strong guy, carried the girl on
his shoulder and proceeded to continue his search for food and supplies.
She
didn’t wake up till they were almost out of the city. When she did finally wake,
she didn’t say a word. John was too startled himself that there were still
other humans alive. Better yet this cute girl that looked to be around the same
age as him. The car ride back to the barn was long and awkward, neither of them
willing to speak. The silence was occasionally interrupted by a loud shotgun
blast every time John saw a zombie.
As
John was unloading the truck and carrying his findings into the barn the girl
turned to him and said, “Hi I’m Jane”. John was so startled it took him a few
seconds to introduce himself. He was stumbling over his own words. By the time
all of the new foods and supplies were in the barn, the two had almost instantaneously
become good friends. They were people that just connected. John had never been happier
in his life. He was filled with this new liveliness and felt as if he had been
pulled out of the pit of depression he struggled to climb out of each and every
day. Jane and John soon fell in love and they both found a new happiness and
mental will to survive. They spent each day happily socializing and keeping the
barn as zombie-proof as possible.
John
awoke in the middle of the night lying on the road. He had no idea where he was
in relation to the barn, but he figured he must have slept walked that night.
He decided he couldn’t have gone far from the barn, so he yelled out Jane’s
name a few times. A few minuets later he heard a screaming in the distance that
sounded like Jane’s. He franticly ran towards the directions of the screams,
his heart beating so fast. The barn appeared in the distance; John could see
the massive barn doors open and light pouring out. He kept running. The light
had attracted a fairly large group of what seemed to be 100 zombies and growing
in size. He kept running as he watched them poor in through the massive barn
doors. He heard shots being fired and more screams and then the shots stopped.
There was an eeriness of death in the air. John fell to his knees, his eyes
crying a river of tears. He knew she was dead, and it was all his fault. John
had lost his love, hope, and sense to live, all in a matter of a few carless
seconds. John ran to the truck crying and screaming. He was so sad and in pain,
he didn’t know what to do. He barley made it to the truck before zombies
started to surround his vehicle. He revved the engine and drove as fast as he
could hitting as many damn zombies as he could. John had no direction, he
didn’t care where he was going, he just drove.
After
what seemed like days of driving the sun finally came up. John had been crying
for hours, all his hope and motivation to live were ripped out of his chest
when Jane was killed. He couldn’t bare the pain any longer. John stopped the
truck and went to sit down in a grass field right next to the road. He took a
pistol to his head; the cold metal felt soothing as he pressed it against his
skin. John took a deep breath, and a small grin creped across his face as he
whispered, “Jane”, he pulled the trigger.
