Chapter 3 home invasion
I woke up to the sound of a loud banging noise. I looked around the room and woke everyone up. I told Dillon to give me the gun. As I walked down the steps I heard more banging. I looked around the corner and saw that there were three random people in the house. I slowly crept back up the steps.
"Hey Dillon I need your help," I asked him.
"What's the problem?" he then asked me.
"There are people down there. I have no idea who they are," I told them.
"We going to kill them?" he asked me.
"No, we are going to see who it was and ask them what they are doing. Dillon, there is a shotgun in my parents’ bedroom goes grab it," He nodded at me then he left about five minutes later he came back.
"Is this thing loaded''.
"Of course it is. It has five shots in it. This pistol has about ten shots left," We both got up and went downstairs. I looked around the corner again. They were still there. This time, I only saw two of them. Where's the other one at I thought? I grabbed the pistol and pointed it at the one guy and Dillon did the same but pointed it at the other man.
"Hey, what are you doing in here"? The one man grabbed his gun and I shot him soon as he went to reach for it. He fell over and started to scream. The other guy started to shoot at us Dillon started to let some shells fly at the other guy. The man was launched back and hit the wall and knocked over the picture. I jumped over the rail and pointed my gun at the guy who was lying on the ground.
"Go to hell" he spit at me. I turned my head and pulled the trigger killing him. I slowly crept around the wall of the kitchen. I heard the floor creak and I jumped around the corner and saw the other person he was just a little kid with his hands over his head.
"Who are you"? I asked him. He picked his head up and pulled out his gun and pointed at me. I jumped to the right as he pulled the trigger and missed me, I grabbed my gun and shot at him, but missed him I scared him enough to have him drop his gun, then Dillon ran around the corner and started to fill the kids chest up with lead.
"Holy crap man, you okay"? Dillon asked
"Yeah, never better. That was only a kid and he almost killed me," Dillon started to laugh. I got up and walked over to the picture and rolled the guy over who was on top of it. I then smiled as I remembered the day of the picture. We had a party that day for my sister, who was turning sixteen. I could smell the hot dogs being cooked on the grill and I could hear the people laughing at the jokes being told. Then I heard a loud banging noise and I stopped daydreaming. I looked over and saw the dead kid crawling at me as blood was gushing out of his chest. I jumped up quick and pointed my gun at him; I pulled the trigger and all I heard was a clicking sound so I emptied the clip and realized that they were no bullets. So I ran over to the cupboard and grabbed a frying pan. I hit the kid in the head; he rolled over and stopped moving. I slowly walked over to him and poked him. He then grabbed my leg and lunged to bite me, I swung again and hit him in the face I started to beat his face into a pulp.
Then Dillon tapped me on the shoulder and I stepped away, he then shot the other guy in the head. I sat back down and looked at the kids face or at least what was left of it. Then I looked over at the blood flow on the floor and the other guy's blood connected and formed a pond of blood. I brought my hand to my face and wiped off the blood. I then saw the blood on my shirt I started to feel it for a while, then I dropped my hands down and got back up and walked upstairs. I opened the door and everybody was hiding in the corner. I took a deep breath and started to speak.
"Are you guys okay? We heard a lot of gunshots," Emma asked us.
''We got into a gunfight with the two men and a child down there and they turned and almost bit me''.
''How old do you think he was"? Chuck asked me.
"He was old enough to hold and shot a gun'' Dillon told him.
"I have no idea how they got inside without anyone hearing them, but anyway I have a question now do you want to stay here or go to the cemetery''?
"Why are we even thinking about going to the cemetery anyway? It's fine here," April, asked me.
"Because the walls there are fortified and we have some vehicles and guns there also" I assured them.
"How do we know it hasn't been raided yet''? Dillon asked me, I just shrugged my shoulders.
"Well if everyone wants to do it we will," Dillon told me.
I looked at him and assured him it is the right thing to do. He just shook his head and we returned to the group. "Does anyone know what time it is"? I asked them.
"It's almost five o'clock. Why"? Chuck asked me.
"I think it's getting a little late. We can wait till tomorrow to go" Dillon said.
"Sounds fine to me'' Emma said.
"Good I am pretty tired anyway," I said.
Dillon and I went downstairs and dragged the bodies outside. One of them had a backpack on him so I reached down and picked it up. When I unzipped it, I found two pistols, some ammo for them, a couple of snacks and a water bottle. Dillon looked back at me and I pulled the pistols out of the bag and showed them to him. He just nodded at me and started to clean the house up. I grabbed a mop and started to clean the blood and Dillon grabbed a candle and matches.
"Grab some more candles and bring them upstairs," I told him.
Dillon went into the other room and grabbed the rest of the candles. Before we went up the steps I turned around and saw the picture of my family I bent down and picked it up and hung it where it use to be. I then started to look around to see where the robbers come in. I couldn't find out where they came in at downstairs so I went up with Dillon. I open the door to my parent’s room and felt a breeze as I walked in the room. I looked over at the bed and saw that the indents that my parents left. I then sat down and put my head down between my legs. I heard the doorknob turn so I got up quick and wiped the tears from my face. When the door opened I was Sam.
"Are you okay"? She asked me.
I sniffed and nodded my head. I didn't make eye contact with her fearing that she might find out that I was crying over my possible dead parents.
"I bet your parents are probably in a safe spot and waiting for you to find them. I am sure they are just as worried about you as you are for them,” she told me. I just nodded my head again. She turned around and left the room. I started to walk around my parent’s room. I felt the breeze again. I felt it blowing my hair back; I took a deep breath then exhaled. I walk into my parent’s closet and the windows were opened. So that's how they got in I thought to myself. I walked over to the window and climbed out of it onto the roof. I walked over to the edge and looked over it. There were only a few zombies down there I also saw a couple of cars too. I then thought of a plan to get to the cemetery. I backed up a couple of feet and sat down. I looked down at my watch it was seven o'clock.
"It's nice out here," Emma said.
"That's why I am out here'' I said back to her.
"This is your house right''?
"Yeah that's why we are here," I said to her. She then sat down to.
"What are you guys doing out here''? asked Dillon.
"Just enjoying the view," I told him.
"What time tomorrow are we going to leave"? He asked me.
"I am not sure, probably when everyone else wants to," I said to them.
"Let's go back inside and think of a plan," Dillon told me.
"I already have one, don’t worry about it" I assured him.
''Maybe we should head in, It's getting pretty dark fast" Dillon said.
"You guys can I am just going stay out here," I said to him. Dillon walked back inside and Emma followed along with him. I looked back down at my shirt looking at the dried blood. I started to feel it. It was very crispy
feeling some of the flakes started to fall off of the shirt. I turned around and got back inside. When I went back to my room I grabbed a new shirt and threw the other shirt away.