Part Three: In Wisconsin

In Wisconsin

*The second day of the outbreak*

I wake up to the sound of snoring so I attempt to move only to be dragged back down by the strong pair of arms around my torso.

Ugh, five more minutes Sandy, Mack groans snuggling his head into the crook in my neck. His hair was a dark brown color which matched his characteristics. You know a picture would last longer, he says laughing which sends shivers down my spine.

I totally would...if my god damn phone worked, I said. Of course you would, he says smirking. I was being sarcastic, I say quirking my head to the side.

Let's get going, Mack says letting go of my torso. As I get off the driver seat and into the passenger seat Mack says, we should stock up on supplies for the ride to Ohio. Yeah, we should, I say agreeing with him.

There's a Walmart down the block and to the right, I say navigating him through the blocked off streets.

One day of the outbreak and look how the world changed, Mack says looking out the windshield. Just goes to show how rotten this world is to begin with, I say looking out the window. The streets were blocked with cars scattered all over and people.....no not people, Zs as Mack called them, roaming the streets.

Now, before we go in we have to make a plan, stay vigilant and quiet, he says lowering down his tone as a few Zs pass by. Okay, what are we looking for exactly, I ask.

Food, water, anything we might need on our little road trip, he says. On the count of three. One...two..., he mouths. Three, he whisper shouts.

On the count of three I quietly open the door and hop off. The gravel beneath my feet crunched giving my location away to a wandering Z.

ARGH, he growled shuffling towards me. I grabbed my small dagger and attempted to stab it but failed miserably. Really Sandy, says Mack stabbing a few Zs of his own.

What, I say slicing the Zs throat open. Nothing. How am I supposed to kill this thing, I ask a non struggling Mack who is killing Z after Z.

Kill the brain it's the last living organ, he says stabbing a few more Zs of his own.

As I turn around I swing back my hand stabbing the poor sucker in the head. Blood spatters onto my shirt making me gag.

Nice shot, now let's get into the store before more start showing up, says Mack heading to the front door of the store. As I'm about to open the door he stops me, Rule #1 always check if there's anything inside the place your about to go in, he says lightly tapping the bell which adorned the door to the store. DING! RARGH, growl two Zs from inside coming into view.

You take out the one on the right and I'll take out the one on the left, he says instructing me on our so called "plan" of sorts.

As they come closer we stab them right in their rotten brains. We leave in 5 minutes so get all that you can, he says walking over the dead Z bodies squishing one of their heads which oozed with puss and blood.

As I roamed the almost empty aisles I grab a few things from each section. A few cans of food and water bottles. Rule #2 always travel light, never bring things you do not need.

You ready to go, asks Mack throwing a couple of things into my cart. Yeah, but we still need tp and sanitary things, I say looking around for a restroom.

I'll just grab some things and be out, I say walking into the restroom. How unsanitary, I think to myself as I look at the blood spatters adorning the restroom walls and floor.

You ready to go, asks Mack through the door. Hold up,I say stuffing some tp into my store basket.

Moving into the fourth and finally the fifth and last stall. As I gently open the last stall door I notice blood on the floor next to a dead body.

Oh crap, I say. What,asks Mack appearing next to me. Poor guy, I say looking at the young 17 year old boy laying peacefully in the disgusting restroom floor.

H-, says the young boy moving one finger, pointing at me.

Are you alive, Mack asks grabbing his gun just in case as he kneels down next to the boy.

Yeah, I was sliced all over by some maniac, he says through huffs and puffs.

Was he alone, I ask hoping he said no and yes at the same time. When he arrived at the store he was alone, but when I went outside to ask if he needed help I noticed him struggling with a little girl, about 6,7 maybe, then he went all cuckoo, he says once again huffing. He started slicing me on my legs and arms, so I ran inside to hide from the Zs that were beginning to run at me, he says.

Running, I ask helping Mack pick up the sliced boy. Well, you didn't expect them all to just limp towards you, he says attempting to laugh but just ends up holding his stomach in pain.

We quickly but quietly enter the truck, gently placing the boy in the back seat. The names Ray, but you can call me Katana, he says wincing as he extends his hand to me. I'm Shayla and this is Mack, I say putting my hand in his.

So, where you people headed, he asks getting into a comfortable position in the backseat.

Ohio, we heard there's a safe camp located there, Mack says starting up the truck. Ohio, there's nothing there but lost hope and a-not-so-safe camp overrun by herds of Z's, says Katana.

But the radio was being broadcast just yesterday, I say. Just some people trying to take your supplies, says Katana turning to look at me.

After a while of silence on the road I turned around and ask, why the nickname Katana. Ray chuckles and pulls out two rather large katanas from his back, just like in the movies.

How did I not see that, I think to myself.

As he puts his katanas back into the katana pouch baggy thing on his back Ray says, If your looking for a place to stay I know of a place called Meadow Creek. Have you been there before, Mack asks keeping his eyes concentrated on the road. (like all of you should be doing)

No, I have a radio and I've been getting signals from there saying that it's a safe heaven, with plenty of food and water, he says pulling out a small portable radio.

Do you know we're it is, I ask switching seats with Mack for him to take a quick nap as I drive.

The signals are being broadcasted from Wisconsin near the great lakes, says Katana sitting up to re-wrap his wounds since the ones he currently has on were soaked in blood.

And you couldn't have said that, I don't know 170.8 miles ago, I say through gritted teeth.

We can turn around, he says. That's a 3 hour drive Ray, and we're almost out of gas, I say pulling over.

Why'd we stop Sandy, asks Mack opening one eye. Ray here forgot to tell us his safe heaven of a camp was in Wisconsin, I say unbuckling my seatbelt.

What's that noise, asks Ray opening the sunroof and poking his head out.

We need to leave, now, he says closing the sunroof. Why, what's going on, I ask trying to start the car. Why isn't this shit starting, I shout. It's out of fuel, says Mack looking at the dashboard.

There's a herd of about 30, Zs coming our way, says Ray, worry laced around his words.

*The end of part three*

More research. I literally didn't know what the window on the roof of a car was. It's called a sunroof btw.

You learn something new every day.