In The End: A Zombie Apocalypse

~~ The Attic ~~

We shouldn't have split up.

The walkers that were once devouring the woman have now surrounded the house. "We're trapped!" Exclames Olivia.
"There's got to be a way out!" I say. I realize now that somewhere amongst the confusion in Savannah's house I had lost my baseball bat. My only weapon now is a kitchen knife.

"Upstairs! Let's see if we can find a window or something," the two of us race up the stairs and begin to check out the bedrooms. The first one is a child's room, racecar pictures on the walls and glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. There's a small window, but if we were to jump out, we would get a face full of concrete. "Not this one." I tell Olivia, and we go to the next room.

Its another child's room. Pink walls, barbie dolls, and the word "princess" over the bed. But in the bed, there lay a small child, only, she's turned. It trys to get out, but olivia takes it quickly. "How sad." She says.

I begin to think, about all the children, myself included, who have had their lives ripped away from them, no longer able to experience the life. We can only remember the good days of the world we used to know, hoping that one day we will be able to experience that again someday."

"Come on, let's check out the last room." I gently grab her hand and we go to the final room. This must be the parents room. The window is at the head of the bed. I walk over there, but then we hear a loud shatter of glass coming from down stairs.

"They're in!" Olivia exclaims. "We can't jump out, so see if there's an attic or a way to get to the roof, I'll make sure they don't get in the room!" I run over to the door and lean against it as olivia runs to the closet.

"There's an entrance to the attic here, but how do we get up there?" She shouts to me. I can hear the moans getting louder and the creaking of the stairs as the walkers get closer. We don't have much time, we need to figure something out.

I look around the room, hoping to find something, anything, that could get us out of this room and into the attic.

Then my eyes land on the dresser. "Olivia, take one of the drawers, lean it up against the wall and see if its tall enough for us to get in!" She runs to the dresser, pulls a drawer out and dumps it contents onto the bed. I can feel the pressure on the door as the dead ones try to get in. "Hurry Olivia!"

She leans the drawer on the wall of the closet. She climbs to the top and pushed on the attic entrance. It flips open. "I got it!" She jumps and shimmys into the attic. "I'm in! Come now!"

With a deep breath I think its now or never. I rush to the closet, and after a split second, the walkers bust in. I lift myself onto the drawer and get my uper half into the attic. I hear them getting close to my rear, so I kick the drawer down. It falls onto the closet walker, buying me some time, even if its just a second. I get my right knee in and hoist myself into the attic. Olivia slams the entrance shut.

We're panting, trying to catch our breaths, sitting in the almost empty attic. The only things in here, other than us, is a pile of old books covered in dust, and a small, circular window. I lower myself onto the cool, old wood.

  Olivia lays beside me, and for a few minutes, we just lay there. I look at her and she smiles. "We had a deal, remember."
I smile back. She holds my hand, and I turn back to face the ceiling.  It feels good to know that maybe in the most chaotic of times, there could be happiness.

There could be hope.