Two.

I see a group of 4 shadow figures all seemingly dragging themselves as they walk towards me. They couldn't be more than twenty feet from me and something tells me that i really should get out of there.

I walk the other direction screaming for my sister, for my mother, for.. for damn near anyone. No answer and those shadow figures are still following me at a creepy slow walk. I've seen enough zombie movies and shit flicks to know those are the mother fuckers i do not want to deal with. I open my knife and tightly clasp it as i'm running up the hill of my avenue. Nothing in sight just more blood splotches, papers, clothing and random debris.


By this point i walked around 8 blocks and have not encountered one single human except those fucking weird shadow figures that are stumbling upon each other as they walk up the hill. 'Fuck' i say to myself. 'Those are either crackheads or fuckin zombies'. I look for which way i should head and see the college. Thats a nice landmark to head to but not into. So i turn left and head down the avenue.

Should i run? No. Why not? Well because fucking I'll waste my damn energy. The streets are clear and the only potential zombies I see are behind me, just stay away from corners and cramped areas. I pick up my pace and imagine my scenario of me going toe to toe with a zombie. I practiced flipping my knife and fighting with it and now i finally get my prayers answered, i can use it. Go for the head and all that shit, stab them through the eye socket since my blade wont penetrate their skull. I'm prepared, Probably more prepared than any of those other assholes you always see.
As I continue to argue with myself i look back and raise my eyebrows. 'Oh fuck. there's like twenty of them'
[Pause]
"yeah fuck that I'm gonna keep going a little faster."

Just then i heard it. That moan.
Not a sexual moan, the one you hear when you hurt your foot.
It was a long drawn out moan that signaled something in my brain that finalized my thoughts.
Yeah these are fucking zombies.

I continue power walking down the abandoned streets looking for a better weapon than my knife. "Maybe a baseball bat or blunt object i can use" i say to myself. Nothing just thrown papers and debris and clothing everywhere. I wonder why papers out of everything in the damn house, papers get thrown everywhere. Whatever
I keep pushing on
I start letting out tears as i imagine my entire life just got fucked in the ass by zombies. The idea that my entire world, everything i knew and loved could potentially be decimated in a day. Death was always weird for me, then again we try to rationalize how it's the way of life or how normal it is. I think back to my close friend who passed away and imagine how weird it was being at the funeral. The thing that always gets me is the idea that, everything that they did up to the point of their death was only done by them and now they can't ever do that again. With that i just could not accept.. The idea that someone just ends, and they can't produce any future legacy ever again.
I let out another tear
"Okay i have to stop this crying shit" i say to myself.
Lets take a look at my fanboys.

I turn around again and see them growing bigger but getting slower.
I let out another sigh and wipe my eyes.
"Lets keep going."