Chapter 2 - Movement

All four teens searched throughout the house, looking for any supplies they could fit. WG and Dorko both had a decent-sized shoulder bag while Mandew had a small backpack that could only fit so much.

“I’ve got a first aid kit in the bathroom,” Mandew quietly informed the rest as they tore through the kitchen. A simple nod from the others and he departed upstairs to retrieve it.

“Only pack your bags with half the food, Dorko,” WG ordered quickly when he saw the man grabbing as many cans as he could fit. “I’ll take the other half, so if we lose a bag, we still have supplies.”

MG came upstairs with a variety of objects in hand. “I found a bat and an iron bar for weapons.” He gave the bar to Dorko but kept the bat for himself. Mandew soon returned with his bag filled to the brim and slightly bulging. MG gave his friend a weird look. “A first aid kit shouldn’t be that big...”

Dew’s response was slightly defensive. “I put soap, towels, and other kinds of miscellaneous things. You never know.”

“Whatever,” WildGamer muttered. “Do we have everything we need? I want to get out of here as soon as poss-“

The air twisted with nearby screams of terror. The eyes of everyone in the room widened as they could hear faint groans outside. No words needed to be said, as MG dashed upstairs and rushing through the attic passageway into the roof. There was a lack of movement between the remaining three; fear had crept up and paralyzed them. Dorko’s throat was irritatingly dry, but he hadn’t the consciousness to swallow.

Loud footsteps banged on the floor as MasterGodzilla rushed back. “Down the block,” he breathed restlessly, “A group of zombies got into a house. They’re coming closer!”

Dork wasted no time dashing towards the front door. “Let’s go!” WG shouted sternly as he turned to follow, but Mandew didn’t move. MG soon followed Dorko out of the door. Wild waited for Mandew to start going, but neither moved.

“We can’t go out there!” he screeched. “We’ll be eaten alive!”

Dorko4u watched the zombie’s approach from inside while audibly gulping. The group of undead that had assaulted their neighbour’s door pulled out the remaining carcass of their prey - which was missing a leg and arm. One zombie pushed the woman’s head back so far that it snapped, looking for another section of flesh to munch upon. Another bit into the stomach, pulling out a number of entrails that spewed blood everywhere. A third clamped its mouth upon the small intestine, which sagged out of the former’s mouth, inciting a disgusting tug of war that sent other organs flying. It was completely unnerving, but Dorko couldn’t pull his eyes away. It was too unbelievable to even think of a repulsed emotion.

“Going out is better than staying here!” WG retorted. “Come on!” Grabbing Dew by the arm, he sprinted towards the door. Slamming it open, he saw the other two about to enter Mandew’s car. MasterGodzilla was heading for the driver’s seat.

“MG!” he snapped. “I’ll take the wheel.” WildGamer would never trust the reckless teen to drive. With the way he was handling this whole situation, he was more likely to drive them towards destruction.

MG frowned but didn’t bother to complain, choosing the passenger seat instead. Dorko pointed towards the end of the street. “They’ve spotted us! Hit the gas!”

With a slide across the hood of the car – reminiscent of an action film – Wild rushed into the front seat.

“Dew? Mandew!” WildGamer barked angrily. “Where is he?” The stress in his voice rocked the vehicle.

“In the front,” MG said quickly. Mandew was opening the garage for whatever negligent reason, stalling the group’s attempt to leave. In a fit of anger, WG smashed the horn of the steering wheel, letting loose a sound that blared across the night sky. In that same moment, he realized his own stupidity – that would only attract more zombies.

“They’re running!” Dorko shrieked, immediately bringing the attention of his peers in the car.

“What?” WG said inaudibly. Dorko was right. Some of them were running towards their position. Three, precisely...but why did only some of them run? The rest lagged behind, in their slow zombie-like waddle. They all wanted to eat desperately, right? So why-

Wild’s train of thought was interrupted with the back door opening and Mandew rushing in, holding a pair of gloves and a shovel. “We could use another weapon, right? I-I’m proficient with these.”

No one responded as WG shifted the stick into reverse and slammed hard on the pedal. Spontaneously, the car jerked backward, but the zombies were ten or so feet away. MG grinned and glared at the three zombies. “Floor it!”

The driver clenched his teeth as he smashed the gas. The cannibalistic creatures didn’t expect their prey to attack and were slightly stunned as they were slammed away by the car. One of the three violently smashed the windshield, cracking it. Its bloodshot eye, pink skin, and rotting flesh clearly appeared to the survivors. WG screamed as he floored the pedal and drastically turned the car, throwing the zombie off. By the time the rest recovered, the car was long gone and at high speed. The walking zombies didn’t stand a chance. Wild kept his foot held firmly down, blazing past groups and violently running some over until they were clear of them all. He hit one last creature - breaking its legs with an audible crack - before he slowed down, giving the car a much more quiet presence. Mandew breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Dorko quietly processed what had just happened. WildGamer’s iron grip on the wheel grew lax.

MasterGodzilla reclined his chair.

“Intense,” he concluded before feeling three pairs of eyes glare at him.

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