"So, to put it in layman's
terms, we are all royally screwed," said Lyam, the de facto leader of our
ragtag outfit of survivors.
"Well I didn't want to put it
like that, but yes." William confirmed. William was an ex-track star who
became our scout mostly because he could run a three minute mile which was a
very useful skill in his line of work. The last scouting report was not good,
The horde, it seemed, was heading right for us. During the first months of the outbreak
most major cities were walled off in an attempt to create "Green
Zones" away from the infection so that life could continue in what only
the most generous commentator would call "normalcy". The biggest flaw
in this system was the dual nature of walls: they are non-discriminating
barriers. They kept infected people out of the city, but they also kept healthy
people in, and all it took was one bitten person to sneak through the security
for the whole system to break down. No one is sure when the outbreak in
Philadelphia started, but after only three weeks, the entire city was dead, a
ruin filled with moving corpses with a hankering for human flesh. The walls did
their job and kept the dead inside the city for a while, but slowly they
started to deteriorate and finally a hole large enough to fit a person opened,
and the horde poured out. 1.5 million hungry walkers poured out of the city and
scoured the surrounding countryside and consumed many of the thriving survivor
colonies.
We were one such colony, built in
the remains of a high school fifty miles outside of the city. We assumed our
distance would keep us safe, but you know what they say about people who
assume: they have to face a mob of angry dead people with a harsh case of human
flesh munchies. So, like I said, the horde had turned west and was heading our
way. William said it would be about two days before we would see the first few
bands of this undead storm, but by the third day we would be fully engulfed.
The way things looked, we had two options, we could leave head south out of the
path of the horde and start a new settlement or we could stay and keep quiet
and let the horde pass through us. We had experience a smaller group a few
months back and they didn't seem to take any interest in us as long as we
stayed quiet and we assumed that a large horde would behave the same way. The
colony was made up of about a hundred people, each one with their own thoughts
on the matter. Lyam addressed the colony with the information he had and left
the decision up to them, as individuals.
"Leave or stay, its all up to you. I am staying. We have invested too much time into this place just to abandon it, you can do what you want and no one will judge you for leaving if you choose to leave, but I implore you to stay. You have two days to make up your mind."
"Leave or stay, its all up to you. I am staying. We have invested too much time into this place just to abandon it, you can do what you want and no one will judge you for leaving if you choose to leave, but I implore you to stay. You have two days to make up your mind."
In the end twenty people stayed. I
didn't blame the people who left, I considered leaving for a while, but it
didn't seem right. Lyam had taken me in even though the colony was having a
food shortage at the time and everyone else wanted to turn me away. That earned
my loyalty at the very least, if not my life. William stayed too, he was loyal
as anything and he always loved a good challenge. I think that's why he stayed
in the end: he wanted to prove that not even a horde of the undead could get
him down. The remaining colonists spent the two days we had preparing for the
coming onslaught. It was decided that the best way to beat the horde was to
stay out of sight and out of mouth. We created a wall of disabled vehicles
around the colony, the idea being that the slow-moving horde would rumble past
us. The tree that bends is the tree that weathers the storm, or so a fortune
cookie told me once. We finished our preparations as the beginning of the horde
came over the horizon.
The worst part of the whole ordeal
was the waiting. We waited, with our heads poked out windows as the horde crept
ever closer. As the waves of the undead started hitting the wall, we waited to
see if what would break: the wall or the horde. The wall worked just as we had
hoped it would. The dead either went around it or walked into it, but none of
them made an effort to reach beyond it. Though this was a relief, that relief
opened into a whole new terror: more waiting. The horde was thick, we knew
that, but no one suspected just how thick it was. The slow shuffling of the
dead moved the horde like molasses. There was nothing we could do. We could not
fight, that would give away our position and hasten us all to a gruesome end. We
stayed silent for fear of detection. The horde did not pay us the same
kindness. A chorus of unending moans and groans and yells. A cacophony of unimaginable
sounds that straightened hairs and chilled blood. Nathan, one of the remaining
survivors, lost his mind to the sound. In the middle of the second night he
started to scream. We needed to quiet him before the horde realized that it
wasn't their own screams. Sarah, an ex-med student turned survivor, gagged him
and locked him in a room to himself. Some thought was given to turning him
loose for the horde to deal with, but it was quickly given up. He was still one
of us, he had still stayed with us, we couldn't do that to him.
By the fourth day we were all so
consumed by boredom that we had to start doing things. First we started to go
through old workbooks and complete them. After we had all memorized the
complete vocabulary curriculum, we moved onto the history books, and the math
worksheets. Finally, by the sixth day, we had gone through all the books in the
school, built forts with them, and had mock battles with them. Finally we
decided to go on the roof. We knew it was risky and we knew it might get
us all killed, but after six days some of us considered taking on the horde a delightful
retreat from the monotony.
From the roof we started coming up
with new games. We found look a-likes for the remaining survivors. Then we
tried celebrity spotting. We didn't have a whole lot of luck, but I swear I saw
Stevie Wonder, even though no one believed me. Finally after ten days the horde
left. We were free. We had gotten through the unbeatable horde. We still had to
fight to survive in the wake of the horde and we still had to feed ourselves
and rebuild the colony to its former glory, but from now on we would be doing
things, instead of waiting.
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