Zombie Apocalypse

A group of young adults try their best to survive the end of the world.

I never wanted to be a leader and here they stand behind me waiting for me to tell them where to next. My heart is pounding against my chest and I fear it is so loud they can hear. What if they realise I don't know what I am doing? What if they realise I even more scared then they are? 

I hate this! Why did they look to me for guidance? I am no leader, no alpha female! I always hated having to make choices or having to lead anyone. Anytime I got picked as captain in sports in school, I loathed it. I would get sick (literally) at the thought of having to choose who I wanted to be on my stupid team. But here now I am faced with choosing which path to go. 

One could lead to our death! The other our possible freedom! But you know no pressure or anything!

I look at all the group hoping one of them has some sort of clue of which path to choose. They all look at me doe-eyed and hopeful that I know what I am at. I feel as if I am about to break down and cry. All these people lives depend on me and if I choose the wrong path I could end up killing them all. Then Kyle catches my eye. He gives a small smile and nods at me as if to reassure me. 

I still to this day do not know why he has this power over me. Its as if he has some sort of magic that makes me feel so relaxed and confident whenever I am around him. If it wasn't for Kyle I don't know where I would be today. He has gotten me through so much and saved my life on numerous occasions. Friends like Kyle are hard to come by especially today with the destruction of the world and everything. But if I ever lost him the destruction of the world would be inviting as I could not live without him by my side.

I look back down each path now seeing if I can make out any kind of sign of which looks like the right way to go. Both are so very long with a curve near the end so it makes it unable for me to see where it goes after the turn. We don't have time for us to go down both and I need to make decision quick.

I remember back to my days in school. Oh how I hated them then but now would give an arm and a leg to return back to that peaceful time in my life. English had always been my favorite class as a kid. Poetry to be exact. I loved how poets could create such an intense real life image with their words. A perfect poem for this moment would be Robert Frosts "The Road Not Taken"

"How did it go?" I say out loud without realising. "Freya we need to hurry up" Annie says anxiously. Kyle comes to my side now and takes my hand. "How does what go Frey?" he asks me nicely. "We don't have time for this" Tim snaps.

I shake my head Tim is right I need to make a decision now and not be trying to remember a poem. "Freya look at me-" Kyle says loudly moving my face so we are making eye contact. "- How did what go?"

"The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost" I say to him.

"You are trying to remember a poem are you trying to get us killed we don't have time for this." Mary hisses. Mary's words pulls me from my stare with Kyle. I need to make a choice now. I make a snap decision and make way toward the right path.

Before I get more then a few steps down the path Kyle grabs me by the wrist and pulls me back.

"The Road Not Taken by Robert Forest!! Ah...ah...Two roads diverged..." he begins. The rest of the group are passing by us and making their way down the right path.

"Stop-" Kyle shouts"- Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry I could not travel both. And...ah....and" The group are stopped now looking at Kyle try to remember the poem.

"be one traveler" I finish. He smiles at me. Tim is tutting impatiently and Mary rolls her eyes to heaven. I ignore and try remember how the poem goes.

"Long I stood and looked down one as far as I could, To were it bent in the undergrowth, -" I step back and look down both paths as I recite the poem "- Then took the other, as just as fair, And perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear. Ah.....Though.....ah..." 

"Though as for that, the passing there. -" Kyle continues stepping back beside me to look down both paths also "- Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay, In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh....ah...Oh..Oh I kept the first...ah.." he recites trying desperately to remember the next line.

"Oh, I kept the first for another day!" I finished for him.

"Yet knowing how way leads to way, I doubted if I should ever come back" he replied.

"I shall be telling this with a sigh," I retorted.

"Somewhere ages and ages hence" he quips.

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference." We both finished and then burst into a fit of giggles.

"Mr. Parker would be very proud." Kyle laughs. "Oh very proud indeed." I reply through a fit of giggles.

"Ok well done you remembered your stupid poem but if you haven't noticed end of the world and all that. Are we going or what?" Tim snaps making his way forward down the right path.

"No wait stop -" I shout after he pulls me from my fit of laughter. "- that is not the right path"

"But you were going that way a minute ago" Annie says confused.

"Yeah I know but I was wrong it is this way" I say pointing down the left path.

"How do we know your not wrong with that path?" Mary mocks.

"and I took the one less travelled by and that has made all the difference." I reply.

"What does that stupid poem have to do with this?" Tim snaps.

"Look at the ground" I tell the group they all do except Mary who's hatred for me rolls off her in bucket fulls.

"Yea and what about it?" Tim ask annoyed.

"The grass has been flatted!" I tell them.

"And?" Mary spits.

"Meaning that it is travelled on a lot. Unlike the left path which does not seem to be used as regularly. So if we keep going down the right path sooner or later we might bump into someone and chance are its not going to be help. So left is right. If you get me!" I say confidently and for once I am.

There is silence among the group for a minute then Tim pipes up "Ok lets go" and makes his way down the left path and the group follow foot.

As Kyle and I bring the tail of group I inform him once again of my love of English "Told you that my love of English would pay off one day" I say to Kyle and nodging him with my elbow. "Ha well Mr. Parker would be awful proud that at least some of us listened to him when he rambled on in class" he says playful.

"Yeah" I reply with a small smile. As Kyle picks up his pace, I slow mine, the smile now dissolved from my face. I think about Mr. Parker now. He would be proud. He was my favorite teacher in school. How I miss those days. 

Who knows where he could be now? Dead or worse one of the undead!

 

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