Jim screams and falls to the ground.
I race to the other side of the camp and grab my bat. By the time I get back, Todd has lifted Cassie off the ground and is using my best friend as a shield. God, I felt this coming, why didn’t I do something?
“Don't even try it,” he backs away as she struggles. I grip my bat. I have horrible aim – if I try to hit him I will hit Cassie. Then I notice that he’s not too far from the zombies. I try to keep the knowledge off my face, and I walk forward, forcing him further backwards.
“Let her go.” I know we only have a little time until Jim gets back up.
“Oh no, little bitch. She’s going to be my next steak.” His eyes are half-crazed, and I wonder how he ever looked normal to me.
“No, I think this time you’re the steak,” I rush into him, pushing him backwards. I grab Cassie, just as one of the beer-belly zombie grabs him. Todd doesn’t scream or anything, just tries to hold onto Cassie. She reaches up and tears the tape off the zombie’s mouth. I hold my breath, hoping that the zombie won’t bite her, when she punches Todd in the stomach. It’s a light blow, but he lets her go and she stumbles into my arms as the zombie bites into him. And then he screams.
A hand grips my shoulder and forces me around. I lose hold of Cassie, but I keep the grip on my bat. Jim punches me in the face and I drop to the ground. My face explodes with pain. He kicks me, but I had a brother that could kick too, and I roll away as fast as I can. I get to my feet with the bat ready to swing.
That’s when we hear it; moans, loud long zombie moans, and a lot of them.
“Fuck this, and fuck you,” Jim runs runs to the truck.
I skirt around the fire and find that Cassie is untying Granpa. Without us even realizing it, he’d been tied up the whole time.
“You guys get out of here as quick as you can,” I say. Roman nods, his eyes large and haunted, then leads Granpa into the darkness.
That leaves Cassie, Sunshine and me. I think I kind of know where the cliff that leads to our Jeep is, I just don’t know where the zombies are located. I do know they’re coming.
“Take my hand. Don’t let go for anything,” I say. She nods, her hand gripping mine. We head into the darkness.
I’m running, and I can’t see anything, and I’m holding on to Cassie’s hand like it’s a lifeline. We’re surrounded, I know it. I can hear the moans all around me, coming out of the darkness. God, how many did I call?
It’s pitch black, so dark that I can’t see anything, even though my eyes ache from trying to make out anything. But my ears, oh they work in this darkness. I hear every shuffle, shuffle of a zombie’s footsteps, I hear every moan, and my skin crawls at the thought of something coming out of the darkness to touch me.
Without meaning to, I run faster and faster, my hand becomes slick with sweat, and Cassie’s hand slips out of mine.