Zomb-Pocalypse 4

Chapter Three

"Where did they all come from?" Ryan asks, even though he knows none of us have any idea. Sometimes stuff is just so messed up that you have to say it out loud so you know you're not the only one seeing it.

"Damned if I know." Jack says with a glare at the twenty plus zombies that must've been locked in the trailer before they froze.

"Maybe just before the outbreak got bad?" Megan suggests and we all shrug. I'm not sure about Megan's logic- was there a moment of time before the outbreak got bad? A crucial turning point where we could have nipped the zombies in the bud and saved humanity? To me it seemed like I went to bed that night, and woke up and the whole world had already gone to hell.

"Should we still use it?" I ask, more concerned with the food than what mysterious person decided locking a bunch of zombies in a truck was a good idea.

We all look at each other, no one wanting to be the one to decide, just in case it's a huge mistake. "Maybe we should clean it out and see what we're dealing with." Jack suggests and we all nod in unison. We need to see what we're dealing with first because finding another truck isn't going to be easy.

Ryan rolls the door back up and Jack pulls the truck ahead. We don't want to dump the bodies in the loading dock, right in our way. The rest of us trail along behind the truck until he stops and Ryan rolls the door back up. Jack and Ryan jump in right away and start tossing bodies out of the truck.

"We should spike them, just in case they ever thaw out and come back to life." My Dad decides, giving Megan and I the look to pull out our knives. I smother a groan. It's a good idea, but trying to wedge my knife through the head of a frozen zomb is not my idea of a good time.

My first attempt is half-hearted at best and the knife only goes about halfway in before it gets stuck. "You can do better than that." My Dad calls over, and his mockery fuels me. I actually try this time, putting all of my weight on the knife and it slowly slides in to the handle.

Megan and my Dad are already onto their second zombie, so I increase the pace and keep it up until the truck is empty and every zombie they've thrown out into the snow receives their grand prize hole in the head.

"That was much harder than expected." I pant as I stand up and my back lets out a loud pop.

"You thought stabbing frozen zombies through the head was going to be easy?" Ryan teases me with a laugh as he hops down from the truck and I give him a playful punch in the arm, making him hold his hands up in mock surrender.

"How's it looking in there?" My Dad calls out to Jack, who is still inside the trailer, shining his flashlight around.

"It isn't too gummed up." Jack admits after a thorough inspection. "I think we were lucky the weather hasn't been hot." He says, giving me a gruesome glimpse of what my summer might be like­– if I make it that long.

"The food is up off the ground, on pallets." Ryan points out and Jack and my Dad stare at each other for a minute before they both seem to come to some sort of silent agreement and nod. We can't afford to be picky; we are going to need this food.

"We can put some cardboard and plastic down too." Jack suggest, waving us back towards the warehouse as he heads behind the wheel. I step over a particularly gruesome looking zombie, who's really just a torso and jog to try and warm myself up.

Dad sees me rubbing my fingers together and suggests that we all take a quick break to warm up in the truck. It isn't as cold down here as up on the mountain, but as the zombies have shown us, it's still more than cold enough to freeze flesh.