The Farmhouse




      Eric sat and growled at the television. The
reports were still coming in, basically a stream
of zombie talk. Static-Pulse sat in a chair behind
him, watching as well.
        "You think that the others will find us?"
Eric snorted. "Hell no. City's been overrun. Alt
was one of the first areas hit."  He sighed at
the television. "We may be the last of a dying
breed." The celluar phone rang and it made the
men jump. It hadn't rang in almost a week before
the world went to hell.
        "Hello?" Eric was shaky on the phone as
he picked up. "Eric!" It was Rick on the line.
"You boarded up over there?" Eric nodded, forgetting
he was on a telephone. "Yeah." he finally said.
"Good, cause your gonna get company, and I
ain't talking zombies. Alt's headed over there."
Eric's jaw dropped. "We don't have enough room!"
        Rick snarled into the celluar. "Make
 some. This isn't a social call." Eric hung up
 the phone and began to move furniture. "Who
was that? " Static asked. "Company."


 Reunion 



      Eric pulled the boards down off of the door,
hearing the truck pull up. He looked out, seeing Rick
get out of his car, and Katie with Khayman in tow
following close. They hit the front porch, watching
the mindless creatures beginning to come into
view.
        "Woah, no." Static freaked. "I knew it, I
knew it, we're all gonna die." Rick pushed him aside,
shooting two in the head. "We are if your gonna stand
here, Let's get the boards up." Hammers pounding echoed
across the house.
         Lynn yelled up from the cellar. "Can't you
knock a little lower?" The sounds had woke her and
Kristen up. She rubbed her eyes and sat up.
Yawning, she walked across the room to wash her
face in the basin. The water cooled her off,
and she wiped her face with a towel. Lynn turned
back to Kristen and sighed. "I thought this was over
five years ago?"
        Kristen nodded. "I thought it was too. But
when my house got overridden, and my parents were
killed, it was time to run." She wiped a tear.
"No one needed to die like my parents did." The
two women jumped at the sound of scratching at
the walls. It had been cemented in, but
the zombies were still trying to find a way in.
        "Think they'll get in?" Lynn asked.
     "I hope not." Kristen frowned.

  
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