Chapter 7: Rush HourMature


Geoff had calmed down and still lay on the ground, crying.
We weren’t sure what to do, as we could never in our entire lives understand
the pain he felt.

Burt had worked up the courage to speak. “I… I’m sorry…
truly. But you know we have to go”. I could tell he regretted saying this, but
I knew that eventually someone would have had to.

Geoff slowly stood up, shaking his head. “I… I am sorry as
well… I should not have…” he bowed his head. “Let’s just get going”.

We began slowly trudging down the hallway. I couldn’t
believe that after all we have been through that we lost yet another person to
the zombies. Maria had been the youngest of us and never got the chance the
live, much like all of the others we have lost today. I knew now that I
couldn’t let another zombie take the life of someone in our group. I don’t care
how I go about it; I just know I’ll stop them.

Geoff was out of it the rest of the way, and I couldn’t
blame him. After what had happened, he probably didn’t care for surviving much
more. Truthfully, neither did I. Although you lived to continue your life, the
people that died really leave an impact on you. Seeing Maria’s corpse made me
wish it had been me Chase killed, seeing Harry torn up made me wish that was me
instead of him.

I heard Rachel gasp and let out a little laugh. She pointed
ahead. “Look!” she exclaimed. Right at the corner of the hallway was what we
had been looking for this whole time, the thing we had lost people to reach: a
science room.

“We’re almost home free” Burt said, “at last”.

I couldn’t believe what I saw either. “Freedom’s around the
bend” I said, my hopes of survival finally up to an all-new high. We were going
to make it. Here was the science room, just a quick dissolving material and
we’ll break the window and slip out.

Trent took a step forward, then walked cautiously into the
science room. “It’s just as messed up as the other classrooms, but the burners
with the propane are thankfully intact”.

Hannah looked around the corner. “No zombies nearby either.
I can’t hear or see them”.

Burt clapped his hands. “They’ll be here though without a
doubt. The brawl we had earlier definitely reached them. We have maybe a half
an hour window”. He started running into the room. “Let’s get moving people!”
The rest of us piled in after him.

Burt had been right: those zombies wouldn’t stay in place,
and eventually a horde would be upon us. We had maybe thirty minutes to make a
dissolving material of some sort.

Geoff began heading the process. “Ok, we’re gonna need a
strong acid to break through this”.

“Like what?” I asked him, searching through the liquids in
the science storage room.

“Just get the strongest one you see. We don’t have that much

I found a green liquid that looked pretty tough. I tore a
little piece off of my shirt and put it into the liquid. I backed up in shock
as the material dissolved inside of it. If this didn’t work, I wasn’t sure what

I tossed the bottle to Geoff who caught it and examined it.
“I know this. This liquid was discovered just last year, it’s called Protranis
Z. It should work out”.

Mixing the strong acid with other materials that we got for
him, Geoff began making the dissolving material. It was amazing watching how
fast he worked. He had started sweating something awful, but then again I
would’ve cracked under so much pressure. He still stood his ground, creating
the liquid that would deliver us to freedom. After about ten minutes, he was
near completion.

“I’ll be done in about five minutes” he said, his hands
looking like a blur as he worked.

“We have about fifteen minutes, we’ll be fine” Trent said.
That later became a huge understatement.

A sudden thought popped into my head: if we escaped this
building, then what about the zombies? If they could get out of here, they
would start a mass infection. Even the army would be hard-pressed against such
creatures, and that’s assuming they would win the fight in the end.

“Guys, what about the zombies?” I asked them “We leave the
building, there’s no doubt they’ll follow”.

Burt face palmed. “God Damnit, we can’t leave them” he
cursed. Geoff looked up at us.

“If you guys are making a bomb, you better start now” he
said. “I still have to finish this”

“Can you at least tell us how to make one?” Hannah asked
him. Geoff looked up at her incredulously.

“You really think I KNOW how to make a bomb?” he asked her.
He shook his head. “I have no idea. None. Zip”.

“You have to know something” she said. Geoff sighed.

“You guys know the basics. Propane, a match, fuse, that
stuff. Listen, I have to make this, so you’re on your own”.

Hannah turned to look at us. “We’ll need propane; as much as
we can get our hands on. A string for a fuse, and a match, and I think that’s

“We’ll need some other stuff from the storage room” Rachel
said, “if we want something big”.

I nodded. “Yeah, go ahead”.

“There are still some matches in Mr. Tursow’s room” Trent
said. He ran off to go get some.

I walked around with Hannah to grab propane tanks. I looked
around and spotted about six of them under the burners, and there were most
likely more than ten in the storage room. “Hannah, get the tanks in here and
gather them up by the wall” I said, pointing towards a giant white spot on the
wall. The wall had broken last year for reasons unknown, so putting explosives
near a weak wall wouldn’t be a bad idea.

She began collecting the propane and putting it by the weak
wall. I went into the storage room and opened up a lower cabinet. Bingo; around
fourteen tanks of propane laid before me. Just as I went inside, Rachel ran out
with the liquids she obtained. She began adding them on to the bomb. Burt came
over to me and helped carry the tanks over to the wall. As we did this, Trent
ran in with a box of matches. There was a look of panic on his face.

“They’re coming” he said, breathing heavily, fear in his
voice. “I could hear them coming up the stairs”. We all knew what this meant:
zombies were on the way, and our time was running out.

“I thought we had more time” Burt said. “We need to make
this as quickly as we can”.

Geoff stood up and admired his work. “Alright… This should
work”. Our group followed him as he carried the substance over to the window.
He poured a little bit of it on the edge of the window where the white
substance was applied to hold it in place. “If I am correct” he muttered as he
put the liquid in its place, “this should work just fine”. We waited in silence
for a minute or two for the liquid to work. Finally, we saw the white substance
gradually begin to melt away! Trent began trying to open the window, and after
enough of the substance was dissolved, he was able to throw it open.

“Here we are!” he said. “Freedom, just a little drop away”.

“Uh, we have to drop? That’s a little far” Rachel point out.
I clenched my fist.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me if we have another problem” I

Burt jogged back over to the bomb we were making. “We’ll
figure that out later. If we don’t, let’s just drop. Oh well” he said. “A
broken leg is a hell of a lot better than the alternative”.

“I’m not sure about that” Steven said. “I don’t think I’ll
be able to jump out of a window and be as better off as you guys would be”.

“Please let’s just make the bomb first” Hannah said,
beginning to put more propane in place. We all helped her in this task until
all of the propane was grouped together around the substance that Rachel had
made to help the explosion.

“Just need a string like a fuse” I said. “Then we can light
this up and get out of here”.

The sounds had finally reached my ears. The sounds we had
become so used to over the time we had been inside of this school. The zombies
were approaching and would be upon us in a few minutes’ time. Everyone else
began to hear the sounds as well and started panicking.

“Oh god, here they come” Rachel said. “We need to get out of
here. Now!”

I applied a string to the explosives and grabbed a match.
“Working as fast as I can” I said as I started lighting it. Burt and Trent
began walking out of the door.

“If they’re coming” Trent said, “we’ll hold them back”.

I opened my mouth to protest, but Steven stopped me.

“They know what they’re doing. They’ll defend us as we
prepare” he said.

I cursed as the first match lit up then quickly dissipated.
It had been a dud. I tried lighting yet another match, but it refused to do so
as well. I could hear the zombies roaring and screaming. I heard Burt yelling
and the sound of metal hitting flesh. The creatures were upon us now.

I finally got one match to catch fire. “Yes, yes” I said,
quickly bringing it up to the string. Before I could do that, the zombies
barged into the science room! One of them leaped at me, and I was defenseless
to fight them off. Geoff kicked the zombie off of me, but he was taken down by
another mutant. Steven tried combating them with his metal poles, but one slice
to the arm and he went down as well. Rachel, too, was taken down, along with
Hannah. All of them were pinned and I was the only one that could save them in
time. I scrambled onto my feet and tried to get to them, to save them, but I
was tripped up by a zombie. I punched him back and kept moving forward, but it
stabbed me in the knee and tossed me aside. Was this, finally, the end of our
campaign for salvation?

My vision became blurred as I began accepting the reality of
defeat. There was no doubt that Trent and Burt were dead or dying. Rachel,
Geoff, Hannah, and Steven were all on the ground, pinned to the floor by
zombies. Then there was me, the one who could have saved them all, flat on my
back as well. Well, we made it this far, right? I guess we had a good run at

Suddenly I saw a dark figure walking at a brisk pace towards
me. None of the zombies made a move to stop him. Was this just another
hallucination? Was the Devil coming to drag me down to Hell? As the figure drew
nearer I noticed that it wasn’t the Devil… it was, in fact, Harry.

He kneeled by my side and put his hand on my shoulder. “Come
on, get up man” he commanded me. “You’re not done yet”. And just like that, he
disappeared. It was then I understood: he was giving me a message, giving me
strength. Yeah, I know it’s stupid, but I still got the message I needed. I
wasn’t done yet, no. Far from it.

I punched the zombie that was attacking me. I got up on my
feet and followed up with a roundhouse kick to the mutant’s face, knocking it
backwards into the teacher’s desk. Another zombie took a slash at me, but I
avoided it and threw him over my shoulder. I saw Rachel pinned by the window
alongside Hannah. Moving quickly, I punched the zombie off of Hannah, then I
kicked the one on Rachel off of her. The creature tumbled out of the window. I
heard an audible ‘splat’ sound. I looked down and saw the zombie had impaled
itself on a sharp pole lying by the outside wall.

Steven and Geoff were still around here. “Stay here!” I told
the girls as I ran towards the zombies ready to kill the others. I lunged at
them, tackling them off of their figures. Geoff quickly got up now that he was
free and kicked the head of one of the zombie’s heads so hard it collapsed
under the force. I turned around and helped Steven to his feet. He was still
okay, but the bandages covering his wound from the locker room were coming off:
he needed to get proper medical attention sometime soon.           

I looked around at the others. “I think there might have
been a rope or something in the storage room” I said, thinking of something
that could help some us down to the floor. “Hook it up or tie it up quickly,
then go down. Do not hesitate at all”. I started running off towards the door.
Hannah called after me.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

I turned to face her. “I have to help Burt and Trent out. I
have to” I said.

She ran over to me. “We can do it together then” she said.
We both ran outside the door and looked around. There were zombies everywhere.
I spotted Burt and Trent backed up in a corner with multiple scratches and

I ran off towards them, Hannah beating off the zombies
chasing after me. I was able to get to them, punching and kicking the mutants
in my way. “Over here!” I shouted at them. They began swinging wildly at the
zombies as they made their way towards me and Hannah. After powering through
the massive crowd of zombies, we made it inside of the science room. Thankfully
the others had followed my instructions and had gone down the window: they had
even found a rope.

I gestured to the rope. “Get down! Now!” I shouted at the

“What about you!?” Hannah asked.

Now was the time to deliver the bad news. I bowed my head.
“Someone’s gotta light the bomb”. Hannah shook her head.


“I… have to. Either that or the zombies run free” I replied.

She didn’t stop staring at me.

“You’ve got to get going, we can’t delay any longer!” I

Burt pulled her back and eased her down the rope. He took
one last look at me, nodded, then went down. Trent followed him back.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but early on in the
bomb making, I had realized that someone else would have to perish, another
person would have to die. And I decided right then and there it was me. I don’t
know why, but I somehow knew it had to be me. Or I thought it should be me… I’m
still not sure. You know that sense to be brave in tough situations? I guess it
turned on for me.

The zombies were already closing in on me. I beat them back
and dodged their strikes and ran forward towards the fuse. They kicked and
punched, scratched and slashed, but I just ran through it all as though it
didn’t matter. One of the mutants stabbed me in the shoulder, but I didn’t have
time to mourn the loss. I quickly lit a match and dived for the string that
would blow this place sky-high. I heard a fizz as the flame caught the fuse. I
smiled, then muttered “game over, zombie bastards”.

I knew in about ten seconds I would be completely
obliterated. I laid patiently, preparing for the final blast- when something
pulled me back. I was lying down one second, the next one I was being dragged
out of the window and down the rope. I turned to see Trent bringing me down the
rope. I couldn’t believe he had risked his life for mine, but there were no
time for a thank you card. He pushed me forward as we reached the ground,
shouting one simple, yet important word; “Run!”

I wasted no time; I made for the trees at the end of the
school parking lot at full sprint. My body seemed to have grown wings and flew
me over there. I guess the pressure of a bomb ready to explode in a few seconds
makes you run like a superhuman. Trent and I had made it about three-fourths of
the way to the parking lot.

“We’re not gonna make it!” Trent shouted to me. He dove
behind a car, me doing likewise. Hopefully we would be well protected against
the blast.

Just a split second later, the school exploded in a bright
red color. It had been there one second, then a giant black cloud the next.
There was a shower of fiery debris in the general vicinity of the area. The
grassy ground was now lit ablaze and blackened. Only a few blocks of the
building’s foundation remained standing. Some of it later toppled over.

Trent and I slowly stood up. Miraculously we had avoided any
damage from the large blast. We observed the carnage, then turned around and
ran back to the others.

I shouted out triumphantly. “We did it!”

Burt laid back on a tree. “We’re done with this… finally

Geoff smiled, and offered a simple “Yeah. We made it”. He
would never get over the death of Maria back in the school, and especially the
fact that her body was obliterated in the explosion.

Trent took a deep breath, then collapsed on the ground. “We
made it…” he gasped. I think he started falling asleep.

Rachel had been silent, then started silently laughing.
Eventually, all of us started laughing as all the whole adventure we had this
morning was nothing but a sick jock played on us. Finally we were done with the
zombies, with the deaths, with the cuts. We were all done, and I guess we just
wanted to laugh it out in celebration.

Hannah walked over to me. I could tell that she didn’t
really approve of me acting like ‘Tyler the Brave’ again, and truthfully
neither did I. I had just decided to. I owed it all to Trent for saving me back

I held her close, she likewise. It all felt like that scene
in the locker room back hallway.

“It’s all over” I told her, my voice barely a whisper. She

“Took long enough”.

We stood there for a few seconds as the others celebrated.
She sighed.

“I can’t believe after all of this… life just goes back to

I held her closer to me. “Much better than that” I said.

Our faces slowly moved towards each other until our lips
touched. We were in this embrace for several seconds, and it felt more like a
beginning then closure. Life wouldn’t be the same anymore. Hannah and I would
be together. I’d have so many more friends along my side, as well as others
that would no longer be there. I knew for sure that we would all be scarred
with the memories of this day for the rest of our lives, and I also knew we’d
probably be forced to recall the events that had taken place to day for years
to come. As I stood in Hannah’s embrace, one question still lingered in my
head: “what happens next?”

Steven must’ve had the same thing bugging him. “Listen,
sorry to interrupt our celebration, but we do we do now exactly?”

I turned around to face him. “I’m… not sure” I replied. That
wasn’t the best response now wasn’t it…

Trent jogged over to us, looking extremely anxious. “I can
hear sirens coming this way” he reported. “If they find us here-“

“The police are coming?” Rachel interrupted. “We’re doomed
if they get to us”.

Well great, now the law force was after us. I knew
eventually they would be on their way, but I assumed we would have more time to
get out of here. The only plan we had at this point was stay and get arrested.
If we ran from the police, we’d either get shot or locked up for life.

“We better bail” Burt said, “There’s no way in hell they’ll
believe our story. They’ll write it down as bullshit and lock us up for life if
we’re lucky”. I immediately protested the idea.

“You think we should RUN from the police!? If you don’t
think they’ll believe us, they definitely won’t believe us after we try to
outrun them!” I exclaimed. How exactly we were going to be proven innocent of a
crime when we run from the scene of it? This definitely wasn’t Burt’s best

Hannah backed me up. “I’m not too hot on this idea” she
said. Coincidentally, it later turned out Hannah and I were the ones locked up.
Oh the irony.

“Remember that you’re dragging me along” Steven said. “I’d
rather get arrested and get proper treatment than try and outrun them. I doubt
that I could if I tried anyway”.

“We can’t roll the dice with the police” Trent said, “Too
much is at risk for that”. He shrugged. “I guess the only option IS to run”.

“Let’s just find another way around this” Geoff said, trying
to think of a better solution. We waited a bit as he had a few minutes to

I could’ve sworn the sirens were getting louder. Powered by
desperation, I had finally come up with an idea, though it involved me throwing
myself into the fangs of danger again. “I’ll run from the cops to divert them.
You guys can escape while I do that”.

Burt cursed. “Tyler, we don’t need any more of this” he said

I shook my head furiously. “This time there is a need. You
guys need to get out of here”.

The blare of sirens had slowly begun to grow as we stood
there discussing what to do: I was sure of it now. By the sound of it, they
were maybe a few blocks away. We had maybe a minute to clear out of here, which
definitely was not enough time.

I pointed in the direction of the sirens. “Hear that?” I
asked them. “That is the sound of police forces closing in on us. If I don’t go
out there and cause a diversion of sorts, we’ll all be locked up, and that
wouldn’t be good now would it?”

“I really hate it when you do this” Hannah said.

“There really is no other way” Burt muttered. He nodded at
me. “You best get moving then”.

I stood there for a few seconds, looking at my group members
one last time. Then I ran off.

I began jogging down the back parking lot of the school, as
that is where I expect the police to come into. I not only heard the sirens
now, but I saw the blue and red lights piercing through the trees; they had
arrived. As I had predicted, they came rushing around the bend. The drivers had
obviously seen me and sped after me. I heard one of them pull out a megaphone
and shout at me. “This is the police! Turn yourself over or we will use force!”
Of course, I had to run away from them though, to allow the group to get away.
So I turned around quickly and began running much more quickly. They would
overtake me eventually, but by that time the others should be safe.

I heard the “click”-ing sound of a gun being loaded,
something I didn’t anticipate. They were gonna shoot me! I began running
faster, the events in the past few hours flashing by, my life running alongside
it. This was it then; after getting out of a zombie-infested high school, I get
shot by the law force. I hope the others made it out fine…

There was no way that I couldn’t have heard the extremely
audible shot go off. When death is coming your way, you can hear and see
anything. I felt the bullet imbed in the back of my knee. My vision become
blurry; I couldn’t see where I was going. I slowed down abruptly, suddenly
feeling like a drunken idiot. I stumbled onto the pavement and passed out. One
last comforting thought went through my mind: I was still alive.


I clapped my hands. “And that’s how I wound up here” I

“So you ran from the police to allow your cohorts to escape.
That is, at least, a few days in the can” Officer Hardy said. I was so happy to
see his face back in the interrogation room. The chief must’ve gotten sick of
his attitude though.

“Hardy, ever since this boy was proven innocent, you did
everything you could to turn that around” the chief snapped. He stood up and
took a deep breath. “This is basically wrapped up now” the chief said. “Go
ahead and start on your report. It’s a little before ten, and it needs to be
done by twelve”.

The officer nodded. “Yes sir” he muttered. He proceeded to
walk out the door, slamming it on his way out. Thankfully, that’s the last I
ever saw of that particular officer.

The chief walked over by my side.

“I must say, the things you talked about are incredibly
traumatic” he began. “It seems like something out of a sci-fi movie script, yet
at the same time… it’s true”. He started pacing around the table. “The fact
that something like this existed deeply worries me” the chief continued. “If
something that can infect people so easily could come up again, the results
could be… catastrophic”.

He leaned in closely to me. “Now tell me” he said. “You
destroyed everything in that blast… correct?”

I nodded. “Of course”.

He shook his head. “If a disease like this resurfaces-

“It won’t” I assured him, “They’re all gone now. They’re all

“Hmph. I suppose so then”.

I sat in an awkward silence for another minute. I expected
to be let out soon enough, back to my friends and out of this dark place. I
decided to stand up and just walk out on my lonesome, but then the chief went

“This will never end for you” he said. I looked up at him.
That wasn’t exactly the best thing for him to say.

“What exactly do you mean?”

“Well” he continued, “this is just step one. There’s no
doubt that more organizations will approach you and ask you to regurgitate the
details that you have given to me of that horrific experience. I can only block
off so many”. He took a deep breath, then delivered the worst news I’ve had all
day. “The military is already asking for you and Hannah Stoffer to tell them
the very same story you told me. Now that is one organization I have no chance
of holding off”.

I slammed my fist on the dark table. “They can’t do this to
us” I muttered, cursing the military. I had just been through the worst
experience in my entire lifetime. I had seen people literally torn to pieces by
mutated students, burnt by former friends, and morph into zombies themselves.
And now the military wanted me to get my little book and sit down for story

“They can, whether you like it or not” the chief replied.
“They are dying for this sort of information. If, and I’m just saying if; if
this disease resurfaces, they’d need to know what to do, or know about it.
That’s why they’re asking for you and your group. They also want you as soon as
possible, which unfortunately means you leave tomorrow morning”.

I decided to try and make a deal. “Just have them take me
then” I pleaded. “I don’t want Hannah to have to go through this too. They can
deal with me”.

The chief scratched his head. “I’m not sure if I can do
that. But” he said, holding up my hand to stop my protest, “I can at least
try”. I nodded, satisfied that at least he would try.

The chief began walking out the door, then stopped. “For
now, you can go back out into the lobby. I’ll release Hannah too for the
meantime. But you two cannot go home; you’re staying here”.

“What about my friends?” I asked him. He sighed.

“They really should go home, unless they are really bent on
being there with you” he said. I smiled, grateful for the chief’s generosity. I
still disliked how he broke the news to me.

“Thank you” I said. I was about to go out the door when I
stopped to tell the chief something.

“Hey, if you see Officer Hardy around” I said, “tell him I
said hi”. The chief gave off a small chuckle, the turned down the hallway in
the direction of another interrogation room. He walked inside, said a few
words, then exited. He waved goodbye at me, then left to his office. After he
did so, Hannah emerged from the interrogation room.

She ran over to me and embraced me. “Thank God I’m out of
there” she said. She released me, then told me what had happened.

“There was this one, large officer, and all he did was yell
and yell at me. I kept trying to tell him the details, but he didn’t stop. At
one point…” she paused. “He slapped me”.

“They can’t do that!” I said angrily. Hardy was worse than I
had been led to believe.

“It’s fine… he got chewed up anyway” she said smiling. “At
least I’m out of there”.

We both walked out of the dark hallway together and into the
main lobby. I noticed our group lying around the place; Steven was leaning back
on a couch near the front door, his eyes slightly closed. Burt was leaning
against a wall, waiting for us to arrive. Geoff had fallen asleep on a chair by
the front desk. Trent was standing next to Burt, and he smiled once he saw me.
Rachel was also sleeping next to Geoff.

Burt walked over to me and Hannah. “I had half a mind to run
in and get you myself” he said, anger in his voice. “That guy at the front desk,
Jakobs, kept holding us off and off and off. It was getting on my nerves”.

Trent walked over and joined them. “You alright man?” he
asked me. I nodded.

“Ever been in one of those interrogation rooms? They’re
pretty comfy”.

Trent laughed. “Yeah. Like a coffee shop?”

Hannah chimed in. “No decaf in there”.

“That’s why they were so high then” Burt muttered. We all
had a good laugh at that.

Geoff and Rachel had woken up and now joined us over at the
hallway exit. Steven slowly worked his way towards us.

“Sorry. Must’ve dozed off” Geoff said.

“Don’t worry, I would have too” I replied.

“So you guys are fine?” Rachel asked us. Hannah and I both

“Don’t worry, it’s not like they tortured us or something”
Hannah said.

Steven had finally reached us. “I finally got the treatment
I need on that cut” he said. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly,
“Hurts almost as bad as when I got it. But at least I’ll be able to walk… in a
few months”.

Geoff sighed. “They didn’t really give him the proper treatment

Steven leaned over and whispered to me. “Geoff wanted to
make sure I was treated properly. The poor doctor probably never heard so many
comments and complaints in his whole life”.

“He’s just looking out for you” I said. “Since he bandaged
you up he wanted to make sure you turned out okay”.

He shrugged, then gestured to his new crutches.

“I ditched the old metal poles and got these new crutches.
They’re actually pretty comfortable”.

“Mind if I borrow them?”

“Ha, good luck. I may be crippled, but I’ll beat up a wimp
like you” Steven joked.

Burt clapped his hands. “How about we head down to my place,
hmm? All of the sodas are on me”.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty hyper with caffeine” Rachel
confessed. Burt shrugged.

“After all we’ve been through, I think it would be good to
let loose for one night” Burt replied. Rachel nodded.

“Then sure, I’ll have a few. If I’m bouncing off the walls,
I’ll blame you then?”

“Fair enough” Burt said, smiling.

The others began to leave, laughing and joking around.
However, Hannah and I were forced to sit back and watch as they departed. The
military just couldn’t deal without a report for another day. Instead, they
just wanted it bright and early in the morning. Oh joy.

The group turned around and saw us still staying behind.

“Umm… you guys coming?” Steven asked us. I bowed my head.

“The military wants me to tell them what happened… Hannah
too. We’re not allowed to leave the station because they’re picking is up in
the morning”.

“They can’t do that” Burt said. “Not after what you; what
we’ve been through, they can’t do this”. He started off towards the hallway. “I
ought to give them a piece of my mind”.

“Burt, it’s fine” I said, bringing up my hands to halt him.
If he really did try to get through, it wouldn’t have done much.

“Actually, Tyler, there’s no need to stay” a voice spoke up.
I looked over my shoulder to see the chief standing there. Surprisingly, he
looked incredibly angry. I knew he probably had a short fuse, but he looked as
though he had reached his boiling point. His mouth was trying desperately to be
a smile rather than a frown, and it was stuck in the middle of both

“Military just called. Turns out that the order came from a
commander without the consent of his superiors. The best part of it is, he was
just going to throw you into custody” the chief said as calmly as he could. “The
idiots of the world… and to think they could be in the military!” He sighed. “I
think I should just go home and start drinking. Today has been one of those

“Indeed it has” Hannah said, smiling. She turned to face me.
“So we’re free to go?”

“For today, at least” the chief said. “The military will be
looking into this no doubt, and they may ask for you to recall the details once
more. But for tonight,” he waved his hands, “you’re free to go”.

“Well there’s some much-needed good news” I said. Things
were finally, truly, looking up.

“Yeah, let’s get moving!” Rachel cheered. Surprisingly,
Hannah and I hesitated to go at first. I guess that we had been in this station
for so long we thought we were still chained to a desk.

“You lovebirds coming?” Trent called after us, laughing.
Harry would’ve have been so proud of him for saying that.

Not wanting to waste any more time, we joined up with the
others and started off.

It was time for something to compensate for the horrific
events of today. A time where we just hanged out, carefree, forgetting what had
happened for just a few hours. A time where we’d laugh and joke, cry over those
we can’t share the moment with, take a drink, laugh it off. And about time,
too. I think we all need a reprieve one day from all of the awful things in the
world, a day where we can have fun and be oblivious to the terrible things that
were present in our lives.

I’ll never forget those zombies. I never will. There is no
way someone will come up to me and say they are nothing but science fiction. I
had seen them with my own eyes, fought them with my own body. I had seen people
killed at their hands, I had seen people morphed into infected themselves, and
I had seen desperation and pure fear.

But hopefully life will start getting better for me at some
point. Or maybe I’ll get invaded by an army of giant Cyclopes.  Or maybe a giant, evil gorilla will attack
the community. Or maybe…

You know what, forget it. I’m at Burt’s place now; I’m just
gonna tune these rampaging thoughts out. As I said, everyone needs a reprieve.
I raised my first glass of soda in the air, and took one large sip. Life can be
such a bitch, but when the good moments come around you gotta enjoy it.


Or is it…





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