They just keep coming and coming.
They never stop, they never get tired and they just don’t lose their hunger.
It’s been at least 2 years since the virus took over the world. There maybe few
survivors left trying to find a cure and save themselves from the meat eaters
that eat their own kind. But, I do know one thing, I am probably the only one
left here in the city of Toronto as I never found anyone else. Well, I never
tried to find someone out there. Why would anyone risk their own life to find people
they don’t even know? That’s just an old thinking.
It’s been 2 days since I left my
own legal house to find someone I can trust and help. Money, belongings, cars,
even your own house doesn’t mean anything now. Who’s going to steal them or rob
them from you? No point of thinking like that. I am out here middle of nowhere
trying to find food, shelter, and even a nice cozy bed. I just can’t hide
forever. The good thing about the cannibals is that, they can’t come out in
daylight, which gives me a huge advantage. I can go through different places
and take the necessary supplies I need. I have been walking for an hour or so.
It’s been like walking through a deep freezer fridges from the good old times.
It’s very cold and empty. I walked through a small town house complex that says
fairheal mews. Right beside the area it was a Canadian tire store. I took the
chances and went to see if I can find any useful supplies or maybe some weapons
for security. I quietly went through the back to see if the door was open. I
slowly moved the door handle and it turned quiet easily. This is not a good
thing since the killers can easily go in here and take refuge. I took my hammer
in my right hand and went in. it was pitch black inside and I quickly took out
the big flashlight I made with a car’s headlight. With a little flash the room
quickly became full illuminated. I was right thinking one thing; this place is
filled with dead corpses. Some decomposing and others just laying there doing
nothing. I did not want to risk anything so I grabbed whatever I got in reach
and quickly went out. It’s nearly dark and I know I need to get out of the
streets as soon as possible.
Right on the opposite of the Canadian tire
there is a long and wide hall type of building. In front of it says, R.H. King
Academy. For a few seconds I thought if I know it or not since it feels like I
saw this place somewhere. I went ahead though a door and went in. For some
reason, this place looks nice and clean. Like it had been kept clean every
single day. On the wall right in front of me a poster said, “Please start your
visit through the office.” I did as it told me to and I knew I could find some
first-aid and medicines in there. I was just about to reach for the door knob
then I heard foot steps coming from down the hall. I quickly grabbed my hammer
and went to the staircase and patiently waited there for about 10 minutes after
I thought that what ever it was left. But, I was wrong. As I poked my head
through the stairway door, I felt something coming from the back. As I looked
backed slowly I saw a vile and ugly looking creature staring down at me with
its gloomy bloody eyes and half eaten nose. SLASHHHH!!!!! I quickly slash his
head with the back of my hammer. It fell on the floor like a dead leaf from the
tree. I did not waste anytime and went up the stairs where it said, “C Floor,
Science hall”. I did not want to go upstairs as there maybe more of the zombies
waiting there to prey on me. But I took my chance and went. I opened the C
floor door from the hallway and walked down where I saw heritage room and laws
class room. I head the foot steps again. This time it was loud and clear. I can
hear the low moan of the zombies as well. I started running down and went in
one of the class room that said, C63 English. I quickly shut the door behind me
and went right in front of the teacher’s desk and waited for something to
happen. Before I know I drifted into sleep.
……..Sam, wake up there buddy.” I
heard Mr. Posthumus’s voice calling my name. “Come on Sam we have to leave,
class is over.” I woke up from my deep sleep. Mr. Posthumus staring down at me
in a anxious face. My buddy Maran and Roshan are laughing at me and telling me
that I was sleeping all class. Wait that was just a dream? I sighed in relief.
Man, I would never want that to really happen. I took my stuffs and walked out
of the door. Dreams can really be weird.
