On Our Own by Silver L.D

Author:Silver, L.D. [Silver, L.D.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombies
Publisher: Firelight Tales
Published: 2016-01-25T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 45

Dear God, what the hell?

I dash away the tears that were forming in my eyes with my hands and get a better look at the situation.

Cassie’s still on the merry-go-round, but she’s holding on to a metal loop and standing still, her mouth open as she circles slowly round and round.

Where is Sunshine? My heart jumps a beat and then I see her behind Cassie, safe on the swirling playground toy.

The zombies are still just standing there. There are ones near Cassie, a couple near me and the rest are at various points around the park, like a game of red-light-green-light when the light is red.

I look at the zombie nearest me, a girl close to me in age. She’s dressed in jeans and a pink top, with black sneakers decorated with pink hearts. Her skin is pale white, but it looks cracked, like her skin is earth that’s been dry so long it’s separated into little dry islands. Her pale blue eyes stare at me, completely lacking in emotion and recognition. The girl’s blonde hair hangs limply. There isn’t a scratch on her. She’s like some of the young zombies I’ve seen – the babies and toddlers – with the cracking of the skin and eyes that indicates the virus has hit, but without any bite marks or chunks missing out of her.

There’s a tall boy just past her, who was maybe sixteen when this happened, and he stares at the ground, looking lost and forlorn in an old-fashioned hat from the fifties. There isn’t any sign of damage on him, either; just brown, cracked skin.

I look across the park and it’s all the same. None of them were attacked.

As I’m searching for a real zombie victim, a two-year-old girl near Cassie throws her head back and cries – not moans – but cries just like a little kid would. And then the rest of them do it, too.

It’s just loud and creepy. That's when I notice that every single one of them is wearing an orange band.

As I watch, adults appear on the streets, next to houses, in yards. All of them are zombies, all of them are wearing the bands, and none of them show the signs of a zombie attack. They reach a certain point, stop, and then they moan; that loud, long zombie moan.

“Dear God,” I say under my breath, and then yell at Cassie to get to the Jeep. She jumps off the merry-go-round, with Sunshine following, and I run.

I thought they would reach out, would try to catch us, but none of them move. I weave through a path of the dead and I’m untouched.

I reach the Jeep panting, but I make it safely inside and start her up.

“They’ve quit,” Cassie comments.

“Quit what?”

“The moaning.”

And she’s right. They’ve stopped moaning and they just stand still and stare at us. It’s like they feel we’re not right, because we’re not like them.

“Cassie, is it possible they took The Shot and turned immediately?”

“I don’t know. It didn’t happen in trials.

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