When The Dead Came 2

WHEN
THE DEAD CAME 2

By:
Ariana Torralba

Join
WhenTheDeadCame on Facebook at
https://www.facebook.com/whenthedeadcameseries

(c)
2014 Ariana Torralba, All Rights Reserved

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rain
drops fell down,Alex looked around the corner of a brick building,
trying to catch his breath as he kept watch for any zombies. Avery
stood behind him, watching the way they had come from. “ Come
on,” Alex said to her and they ran down a street, ducking down
when necessary. They crouched on the right side of a vehicle, feeling
the cold rain drops on them. Alex wanted to try and conserve all ammo
by trying their best to sneak pass the undead roaming the streets. He
looked around before gesturing to Avery to follow him again, making
their way down the street together.

They
could hear screams through the city, making Avery feel uneasy
suddenly. Her companion sat with his back against the wall of the
post office, trying to contemplate the next move for the both of
them.
What would Justin do
, he asked himself repeatedly.
Looking around the corner, seeing the zombies running toward the
screaming just down the next street. He watched the middle aged woman
with short cut hair, earrings, tattoos, and wearing black jeans with
a red shirt become dinner for the horde, her screams only becoming
louder.

Once
he noticed most of the zombies surrounding the woman, he waved at
Avery to follow him and they ran down the street, passing the group
now feasting on the woman. They ran around a street corner, the both
of them almost running into a zombified man wearing a business suit.
He outreached his bloodied hands at them, Avery backed up into the
street while Alex raised his machete. Grunting, he swung out and
lodged the blade into the zombie's head, taking him down and he
jerked the weapon out of the dead man's head. “ We need to find
a place to rest,” Alex said to Avery and she nodded. They
continued down the street, in search of a place to stay for the
night.

“Hey,”
the stranger yelled out to his leader,” I think I have some
interesting news for you.”

“What
is it?”

“I
think there might still be survivors here.” His leader stared
at him for a long time.

“...
I know, we hear them screaming every night.”

“No,
some new ones,” he said,” while out on our search
earlier, we noticed some brief movement some blocks away near the
middle of the city and noticed it was two people, sneaking through.
Looked like a girl and a guy.” The leader stared off a moment,
leaning back in his seat near the table holding their supply of
alcohol and drugs.

“You
think they'll be a threat to us?”

“I
don't know,” the guy shrugged,” just thought you'd want
to know something new.”

“Guess
we need to start searching the whole city then, we don't need some
outsiders trying to take over our city,” he told him. After the
guy left to help the others unload new supplies, the leader sat
there, thinking it through, trying to figure out what they should do.

“Help
me,” he heard someone crying. Turning to look, he saw Will and
Jeff bringing in a woman with pink hair while Nick brought in a guy
with piercings, then one more person wearing a hat and looked to be
around Jeff's age.

“Alright,”
the leader spoke,” what's this?”

“You
said to bring all survivors here, we've been doing that so I figured
you'd know what this is,” Will responded. The leader made a
face at Will before looking at the survivors.

“Can
you three fight?”

“We
just wanted help,” the last guy snapped,” if we knew this
is what kind of treatment we'd be getting then we never would've
approached your people.”

“Look,”
the leader began,” this is just how we do things, no need to
get upset.”

“Screw
you,” the second guy yelled then spit in the leader's face,
causing him to shut his eyes. Lucinda walked up and gave him a rag.
After wiping his face off, he threw a right fist, knocking the guy
down after hitting him in the jaw.

“Take
them outside,” the leader snapped,” line them up too!”
He grabbed his gun up and joined the others outside.

“Are
you okay Charles,” Lucinda asked him.

“I
will be after this,” he responded. The three people stood
there, facing the group before them,” you like spitting on
people?” Before the guy could speak, Charles raised his gun and
shot the second guy in the hip, hearing the bullet crack the bone and
the guy cried out, constantly screaming. Charles fired again and shot
his other hip side.

The
woman turned to run when Jeff stopped her and shoved the woman back
to where she was standing,” because of your two friends,”
Charles began saying to her,” the three of you get to die at
the hands of my group. Consider yourselves lucky;” he turned
and looked at his group,” Drew, Evan, Trevor, kill them.”
The woman began crying, holding her hands over her eyes. The three
men raised their guns, Trevor hesitating a moment then raised it at
the middle guy. Evan fired his shot, instantly killing the last guy
with a headshot. Drew fired, killing the crying woman. Trevor
hesitated a moment before firing too, dropping the crying man in one
hit too. “ Get rid of them.” The others of the group
grabbed up the three dead bodies underneat their arms and dragged
them away from the area and near a river, dumping the dead bodies
into the flowing water to meet the other dead bodies ahead of them.

“I
don't think we're going to find them,” Jenny whispered to
Holly, glancing over at Keith as he sat there, trying to start a fire
for warmth. He looked up at the sky.

“Looks
like some more bad weather coming in,” he said to them, not
caring if they were listening or not. Holly looked up and then back
at him. “We should probably just stay in the car tonight.

“
We
stay in the car then someone is gonna end up requesting repeatedly to
turn the heater on and that'll kill the car battery,” Holly
told him. Keith looked over at her and she shrugged.

“
Better
than sleeping out on the ground in the opening,” he responded,
his tone strained with anger. He slumped his back against a nearby
tree, staring at the small flames he got started with his lighter he
picked up. After they left Kansas, they had continued driving until
they needed to stop for gas. And after that long search that took a
couple days, they raided stores. While standing at the counter, he
had stood there, looking around at the place they were in. It was
just him, Holly, and Jenny, both useless in a fight against the
undead. He noticed back at the hotel, Holly kept getting her hair
pulled and she had to swing multiple times and kept missing her
shots, then Jenny hadn't really fought, she was hiding underneath a
car when they found her. Crying. At least with the others, they had a
chance. Now it seemed distant. He felt like he was stuck as a
babysitter.

He
had looked over at the two girls and instead of looking for weapons
of any kind, he caught them looking at makeup and hair styling
products. Jenny had scooped up all kinds of this glittery lip gloss
and mascara with eye shadow while Holly had gathered different kinds
of brushes, combs, rubber bands, barrets, and some stuff in a can. At
that moment, he began to feel strained with stress, thinking of
Avery, his lost friend; and that's when he noticed the cigarettes
behind the counter. All kinds in still sealed boxes. He had climbed
over and looked through them. Instead of choosing one brand, he
grabbed them all and they had left. Not long after that, he had
noticed a liquor store and stopped there, bagging up all kinds of
alcohol before continuing their trip.

And
now here they are, under a tree at night, a fire going, and out in
the opening. He looked over at the girls again, remembering the
useless stuff they had snatched up and he stood. “Where are you
going?” Holly asked him, looking up. He put his hands in his
pockets, looking around.

“I'm
just gonna go smoke a cigarette,” he responded,” let me
know if you hear something.” He walked back toward the car and
opened the back passenger door on the left side and dug through his
bag, finding the carton from earlier. He picked it up and realized
how light it felt, he opened the top and noticed it was empty,
throwing it out of the vehicle and he grabbed up a new one and hit it
against his left hand a few times, tearing off the plastic sealing
vigorously and opening the cover, almost tearing it in the process
but bending it and pulled a cigarette out. He shut the door and
leaned against the window, lighting it and enjoying the new found
addiction in his life.

He
looked up at the sky, the moon hardly visible through the clouds in
the sky and began thinking of possible places that she could've gone
to, if she is even alive. Standing there, he recalled the scientist,
Pherson, mentioning Ohio. Something about someone he knows is in
Ohio. Could that have been where they went? Or where she went, to be
exact. He wasn't sure about Justin and Alex, to be honest. Justin
always getting mad and telling them what to do and what not to do
when they were all old enough to make their own choices in this
world. Then there's Alex. Just a follower, Keith thought that of him,
he's just a follower. Thinking he can do all this himself.

All
that Keith wanted was to just be with his friends again, Holly and
Avery. That was all he wanted. Even if they find the other three,
Jenny could remain with Justin and Alex. Keith planned on just
traveling on with his two friends, no one else. He stopped smoking
when he heard a twig snap and he instantly looked over toward the
small hill behind the car. Grabbing his gun from the back of his
jeans, he took it off safety and walked over, hearing foot steps.
Stopping, he noticed it was woman wearing a black dress at knee
length with no shoes. Her hair was dark and long and she had blood
all over herself, on her legs, arms, face, neck, and tears on her
dress. She looked up at him just as she climbed up the hill and he
noticed she wasn't dead.

“Help
me,” she said, her dark eyes blood shot and puffy. Looking at
the woman, he felt stunned because she looked like Avery. The woman
was even around her height. “ I need help,” she insisted,
her voice shaky,” you don't know what I've been through.”
The woman winced a little, the pain radiating from her back and the
back of her head. She continued forward, trying to reach out to him.

Snapping
back, Keith began backing up, he felt like he was having a nightmare.
She seemed to be slowly changing in front of him, becoming paler.
Becoming Avery. “ Please, please help me.” She raised her
voice, arms outward and moving faster toward him. Holly, still seated
by the fire, heard the voice and she looked over. She seen Keith
backing up from the Dodge and she seen a woman coming toward him.

“Wait
here,” Holly said to the 15 year old girl and she stood up,
making her way toward the two.

“Help
me, please!” The woman shouted, now trying to run at him. Keith
backed up more and fell back on the ground, tripping over a hole. He
watched as the woman came closer. Just then, Holly ran up and yanked
the gun from his hand, noticing he looked hypnotized by the stranger.
She checked the safety, aimed and fired a shot. Keith jumped, seeing
the woman's head snap to the left, her face losing its pained
expression as a hole formed on the side of her head and she fell
dramatically on the ground in front of him. He caught his breath,
sitting up and staring at the dead body before him.

Holly
lowered the gun and put it back on safety then looked at him,”
why didn't you shoot?” He looked up at her and the accusing
expression she made.

“Why
did you shoot? That was Avery!”

“No
it wasn't,” she shook her head,” that's some stranger,
that's not Avery. Avery's not dead.”

“Either
way,” he argued, standing up,” she wanted our help.”

“Why
didn't you help then,” she asked, crossing her arms,”
besides, she was changing.”

“No
she wasn't.” After his statement, Holly gestured down at the
dead body.