Istood there for a while behind a wall just watching them and wondering how Iwas going to get pass them to the shop without them seeing me. I was worriedthat with enough incentive they would figure out the gates and I didn't want tobe that incentive. I didn't have to wonder long as there was a loud noiseat the top of the park and several car alarms went off. All of the zombiesstarted to move to the top of the park. I didn't wait to see what had made thenoise. I just started running and I made my way in between the parked cars onthe road at the bottom of the park, thankfully all were empty. But some hadtheir doors and boots open as if the occupants had left in a hurry. I made anote to check some of these on the way back to see if I could find anything wecould use.
I made itto the front of the store easily and opened the door slowly.
The bell ontop of the door rang out, it wasn't loud really but to me it sounded like analarm bell had just gone off. I waited, holding my breath in fear that this toowould be heard. I must have stood there for at least two minutes in silence.When I didn't hear any footsteps I stepped slowly into the store closing thedoor behind me.
CHAPTER 2: Sweetsfor my Sweets
The store wassmall and dark, all the lights were off, but once my eyes adjusted to the gloomI could see all corners of it easily with the little light that came in fromthe windows. The only area I could not completely see was behind the till, thebrown, wooden counter was in my way.
There was asmell of death in the air which immediately put my guard up, so I walked up tothe counter and peeped behind cautiously, knife in my hand. I reallywished I hadn't. The body, what was left of it, was propped up against thecigarette stall, it was now a horrible grey color, with a gaping hole in itsskull.
He waswearing a pair of light blue jeans and a navy sweat shirt. The blood that hadsprayed the walls and run onto the shop keeper’s clothes was now dried and adark brown color. His sweatshirt looked stiff with blood and gore. The gun wasstill close by. I didn't have time to wonder why a shop keeper in a small quietvillage like ours had a gun, I just tried to carry on as if he wasn't there.
My stomachthreatened to release its contents but I counted to ten under my breath andmanaged to get control over it. Looking at my reflection in the mirrored glassof the fridge, I took a deep breath calming myself. Dark brown eyes looked backat me, my jet black hair, although normally kept short and spiked had begun toget a little longer now that there was nobody left to cut it, and there wasmore than a little stubble on my face. The face looking back at me lookedwithdrawn and tired, not surprising, since we didn’t have much to eat and gavethe kids our extra portions, and that I spent most of the night keeping watchover my family.
Takinganother deep breath, I walked around the counter to grab the Gun and to see ifI could spot anything else that may be useful. I have never used a gun beforebut I figured that I may as well take it.
Thecigarette stall was empty as were the lighters and matches compartments.
I lookedunder the counter and found around half a box of ammo and a disposable lighter.I put them into one of the pockets in my bag and moved back around the counterand into the store. Directly in front of me again were the fridges and whatlittle was left in them had already spoiled so I didn't bother with them.
As Imoved to the shelving area I could see two tins of peaches in syrup heavilydented laying on the floor along with a tin of carrots, they went into the bag,I also found a pack of tissues which again went into the bag.
There wasnothing left on the shelves, food wise but I saw some Kids magazines left onthe shelf to my right and grabbed two of them putting them into the bag as Imoved towards the back of the room to where the sweet and biscuit isles were,and it was completely bare. Desperate to have something else to take home forthe kids I got down on my hands and knees and looked under the shelf. Sureenough there were three packs of sweets right at the back where they must haverolled. I lay down flat on the floor and stretched my arm out as far as Icould, I easily reached the first two packets, grabbed them and tucked theminto my back pocket, I thought they were wine gums but I didn't stop to look,and as I was stretching out for the third pack my fingertips were just brushingthe end of the sweet wrapper when I heard the tell-tale sound of the doorbellgoing. My heart hammered in my chest threatening to burst out. Please let it beanother living human I thought.
“Get upslowly and turn around,” I heard coming from a deep, rough, gravelly soundingvoice. "Will, go check him for any weapons," the voice demanded.
I got up slowlylike they asked and turned around sighing in relief that the guys were aliveand not zombies. I held my hands up in the air, my rucksack lay at my feet.
"Higuys, I don’t have any weapons and I’m not looking for any trouble I'm justlooking for food."
The man Iassumed was Will came towards me cautiously and started to pat me down,satisfied with my body search, he then picked up my bag and started to gothrough it.
He took outthe
