May 14, 2012

• The Lost: In Reality: Part 9

  “We were stumbling through this neighborhood and thought this house would be a safe place to stay for a little bit.” Riley answered. “Yeah, okay. That’s great and all, but what’s with the gun and the bullsh*t attitude? I understand that all hell is fu*king breaking loose, but now isn’t the time to make enemies. We should be creating allies, people we can trust so we can make it out of this hell hole.” I sternly said. “You are obviously one clueless brawd. You can’t trust nobody now. This isn’t the same world we were living in just a few weeks ago. It’s survival of the fittest. I’ll shoot anyone that tries to get in my way of survival.” Riley looked at me with such fierceness in his eyes I felt my skin burn. Even with everything going on, the look in his eyes frightened me. He had eyes of a killer. When people say eyes are the windows of the soul…they apparently weren’t talking about his because there was nothing there. No sense of humanity, no sense of care, just black coals. Maybe it was because the world’s turning into such bloody war, but something was telling me he was just bad news.

  

  “I can clearly see that the two of you don’t want to tell me anything about yourselves, but let’s just agree on backing off each other and staying out of each other’s ways..and if worst comes to worst, we’ll help each other out and go our separate ways. We don’t need to create more trouble than there already is.” I could tell Riley wasn’t really into this whole idea, but he nodded. The older man smiled at me “I don’t see the bad in that, we’ll stay out of your way.” I nodded and made a final statement before leaving the room, “Thank you. I forgot to mention, I was traveling with another survivor, he went out earlier and hasn’t come back yet. Try not to shoot anybody that comes in here..unless..you know…”
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  I crept into the garage, and saw a glimpse of hope. A 1958 Chevy Camaro. I walked over to it, and opened the door. I hadn’t felt this great since I shot my first buck with my crossbow. Too bad Merle wasn’t there, probably off banging some bit*h..who knows. I saw that the keys were still in the ignition. I turned the key, but nothing happened. That’s when I saw that the car was out of gas. As much as I wanted to yell and scream, I told myself to shut up. Like I’ve been tellin myself this entire time, no use in hopin’ and prayin. Things will be just fine if I keep going. I remembered not too far out there was a gas station. If I carefully backtracked my steps I could make it back, find some gas cans and siphon some gas.

  I left the garage, and scanned the streets for walkers. There was a group of around five or six to my left. There was no way I could take them all myself, so I decided to stick with weaving in and out of the houses around me. Since it was still dark out, my best bet was to rely on all of my other senses. I made it three houses down, that’s when I heard a gurgling sound from behind me. I was spotted by a walker.

  

  It got ahold of me, and was trying to dig it’s fingers through my clothes as it snapped at me. I stumbled to the floor, no use in trying to ready my crossbow. It crawled on top of me, it felt like I was pinned down, but it was so emaciated all I had to do was push it off. Strong fucker it was. I didn’t have time to ready my crossbow, so I hastily grabbed for an arrow and continuously stabbed the fucker in the eye. It took several times for it to finally weaken and fall to the floor. When it finally did, I lifted my boot up and smashed it’s skull in. “Fuc- you”
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  The Lost in Reality: Part 5

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  The Lost in Reality: Part 7

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  The Lost: In Reality: Part 8

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  The Lost: In Reality: Part 9

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