Hay: PrimalMature

'Ren, you go upstairs and hide the night out with Angel.' I told him, 'Jon, you and me can take turns to keep watch.'

'I don't-' I held a single hand up as Ren tried to protest.

'You have a gun. And you can use that gun to protect the kid, though you wont need to use it with my skills.' I trilled, cracking my knuckles. Ren winced and nodded, while Angel pretended not to hear anything.

'Go.' Jon told them, he glanced out of the window; towards the quickly setting sun, he watched them leave before he told me, 'I know you're house is rigged up with security camera's; and that wall is a good two metres tall... the gates also great. But what if we attracted more than just zombies. What about people who've gone drunk on this whole zombie-warfare situation? Then we're fucked.'

I coughed, readying myself for my speech, 'for one thing, that gate is a compound of iron and several other metals and is incredibly strong. Two, you don't honestly think a family as dirty rich as mine would leave the house unarmed? We have plenty of guns, shells and ammo.' I took another breath, 'and I don't think these people are "zombies", as you call them. The whole theory of the "living dead" is impossible. The state of no blood circulation, and them going into a state of decomposition would render them literally unable to move.'

Jon paused as he took in what I was saying, 'so there's something else? Something that reverts those people to a state which only allows primal instincts?'


'That's a little...'

'I know. But it's the only thing I could come up with as I watched them when I was making my way back home.'

'Did you see anything else? Because I noticed something pretty damn obvious!'


'When I was on the run, I realised that they only came after me if I was making a lot of noise. When I was just walking or running, they never noticed me.' Jon said slowly, 'I don't think they can see. I think they're blind.'

'Do you have anything to back that theory up?'

'Do I need to?' He chuckled coldly, 'we're in the middle of a crisis, Hay. Why don't we just perform a little experiment?'

'Hm. What did you have in mind?'

'Stay as quiet as we possibly can. I run over to the other side of the courtyard, and shoot my rifle.'

'If they don't follow you?'

'Then let's hope your as strong as you think you are.'

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