Zombiestuck- Not Okay

Chapter 5

Jake

Present

After some more careful consideration and an attempt to boost my confidence, I climbed down the tree onto the forest floor. There weren't very many zombies around me this time, and I took out the few that were there fairly quickly. But I knew that as I got closer to the city there would be much, much more, and they would be hard to see. I advanced through the forest, ducking behind trees to sneak up behind them. Soon I could see the distant tips of buildings. I was almost there!

But then everything went to hell.

Suddenly, a zombie knocked into me with a thud. I stumbled back, startled, and saw another huge mob coming into the clearing I had found. I shot at them, but the noise only brought another horde behind me. Before I knew it, I was completely surrounded. I tried to shoot them, but they were closing in on me and it was hard to tell where my gun was even pointing as I struggled to avoid their grips.

I yelped as one of my pistols was knocked out of my hand and onto the ground. Desperately I tried to stand my ground, at this point blindly firing into the mass of zombies. But every time I was able to get one down, more would take its place. Their hands were grabbing at me, jerking me in every direction at once.

Suddenly I felt a searing pain in my arm, right below my left shoulder. No. I froze, dropping my other gun. I felt a trickle of thick liquid down my arm and bit my lip to keep myself from screaming. The world was starting to spin out of focus. More hands were grabbing at me.

I was going to die. This was it; I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. We had so much farther to go, but my part of the journey was going to end here.

No, I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't die before even letting Dirk know what happened. I couldn't die now; I had to get back to him. I had to see him one more time.

But my glasses were in my backpack so they wouldn't break, and my pistols were gone. There was no way I could get the spare gun out of my bag. I was completely weaponless. Wait... no I wasn't.

My hand fumbled to the dagger on my belt. I grabbed it and thrust it into the zombie that had bitten me from behind. It fell into a bunch of the others that were grabbing me. Taking the opportunity while they were temporarily stopped, I ran.

I didn't have time to take out any others in my path. I just kept shoving them away. I didn't know where I was going, I just had to get away. More and more of them were coming towards me, and they could have easily grabbed me. They might have, I don't even remember anymore because I wasn't paying attention. The whole thing was just a blur.

After a lot of running I finally made it out. I pushed my way through the zombies in the street and ducked into an empty alley. I saw a ladder, and climbed up onto the roof. I was alone.

I sat down and put my head in my hands. I was nauseous, I was dizzy, and I was in more pain than I had ever felt in my life. I didn't know how long I had. I wasn't completely sure what just happened or how I wasn't dead yet. I didn't know anything.

What now?