The Flip Side

Saviour

My black, split leather combat boots slip on the gas pedal. It's cold and dark and I don't exactly know where I'm going. Well, just until I find a house to raid.

I haven't slept well in days and I feel like I'm about to collapse. My grey jeans are ripped my knee is scabbed over.

I'm always terrified it might get infected and I'll have to die alone. That would be the worst thing. Not to die being eaten alive by a walker, but next to someone I love. But to die alone, for no one to hear me.

A large posh mansion comes up on my right and swerve to avoid missing it. My tires screech on the mud.

"Dammit." I whisper. The walkers probably heard that. I grab my trusty bat and run inside. No one in sight. In side the kitchen, I take the chance to look at the view. A beautiful hill lush with trees in the distance. I can almost see... a camp fire blazing. Must be my imagination.

I grab the food I need for the next few weeks and turn to leave. Out of nowhere, there is walker slowly trudging near me. I scream and run to leave. The zombie tries to grab me but I swerve and make a dash for the exit. Then I see them. At least thirty walkers all thriving to get a bite of my warm flesh. I turn and jump up on the kitchen island. They all swarm around. I think I might've seen a walker... with a crossbow. Man, since dad, I have been going crazy. I scream again to start waving my bat like crazy but only hit a couple. Dammit. I lose my balance waving like a maniac and my heel slips off the granite counter. I fall into a walkers- warm- arms. I must be delirious. Walkers are cold.

I smack my head on the counter and the world goes fuzzy. The walkers clawing at my face fade away, as the world goes blank. I look up and see a handsome, but dirty, face. This must be my saviour. God? Jesus? Whether I'm dying or living, I don't care as long as I can sleep.