Jinxed Jamie -The Walking Dead

Chapter 2

Walking from the hospital to my house is a very tiring and long walk. I pass the time by playing a game with myself. I play the game don't step on the cracks. Where you walk down a cobbled street and you have to not try and step on the crack because if you do, you...die. I learnt that it's not quite as fun by yourself, I always used to play it with my siblings. My thoughts are going back to a few hours ago when I lost my mom, my sisters and my brother. I am the last Wells left. I can let the name Wells go down in history. We need to live, live till we can get all of this sorted. I have been walking for about 8 miles now. I won't be very long till I get to my house. I am starting to notice the area around me. Then I notice, I'm in my village. My mom always like small villages, where everyone knows everyone. I start speeding up, I was practically running, my heart beating faster and faster, knowing that I am near my family house. My house is more like a cottage, three bedrooms, a room for my mother and stepdad, a room that Chelsea and I share or shared and a room for the twins. A small lounge, a kitchen and a bathroom that we all shared.

Our family never really had a lot of money, we weren't poor, just mother had a low salary and mine and Chelsea's fathers never paid my mother the money, that they were supposed to. My mother married twice. Chelsea was a high school mistake or accident. What I mean by that is my mom got with some bloke. When my mother found out that she was pregnant, she told him the next day, and he left her. Then my mom got with my dad and had me. Unfortunately, that relationship didn't last very long, it was longer than the other bloke. They were together for nine years. My mom then married some other guy called Dave who fathered the twins. They were still together when it all started, Dave left for work that day not knowing that that was going to be the last time he will ever see us and not knowing that the world will go to shit.

I come across my old abandoned house. I unlock the door with my key, that happened to be in my pocket. I carefully open the door and knock on the door. The noise attracts the things. They come tumbling out the doorway, only two but that's enough to give me a little fright.

Instead of wasting ammo, I take my knife out of my jean belt and then carefully slice it into the things head. I continue to do the same with the other one.

I enter my house, remembering all the memories that had been made in the house. The living room looks the same, photos still on the wall, everything still in place. I make my way upstairs to my room. It's just a small box room, painted with blue wallpaper with birds in birdcages. A few posters of my favourite bands. A small window with a ledge outside. I would usually sit on the ledge, watching cars for by, writing novels for only my eyes, that was when everything was normal.

I grab the rucksack that I used for school. I unzip it and then race around the house grabbing whatever I can find to help me survive. I stop when I get to all the photos in the photo albums. I place my rucksack beside me, along with my pistol, which was already locked and loaded. I sit crossed legged by the photo box and got through photos, pick out the special ones. I get a small album and take the old photos out and replace it with different photos for me to remember my family. When I am finally done, I get ready to leave my house for one last time. I do a double check on my rucksack. Clothes, clothes for Caleb, to be honest, I think it is all me dreaming that Caleb is still alive, all the food left in the house, five bottles of water, photo albums and a book for when I get bored. I know it sounds strange for yourself to get bored in a zombie apocalypse but it can happen. I start heading back to the hospital. I leave my house and push my keys through the letterbox, knowing that I will never need them again. I walk off the porch and down the street. I turn around and take in one last look at the house and sigh. The rucksack is on my back, weighing me down. I suffer through it. The things start moaning behind me, so I know they are close. I grab my pistol out of my jeans pocket and load it. I start to sprint knowing that the things won't be able to catch up. Sprinting my breath was heavy I was already sweating, and I was only running for like five minutes. By running I got to the hospital in record time. I undo all the chains and squeeze in between the door and the wall. I chain it back up again, so the things can't get in. I make my way up to floor four where the patient was still held. Pushing the hospital bed out the way and unlocking the chains, I go into his room to find him still peacefully sleeping.

I quietly close the door, lock it up again and then place the bed in front of it.

I make my way to my room for the night. I set it up and make it as comfortable as possible. With the photo album and gun beside me. And my rucksack on the other side of the car. I start drifting off to sleep my eyes grow heavy and suddenly they shut. DARKNESS.