Zombie (Part 3)

A new partner, huh? After what I've seen I'm not sure if I need another life in my hands. Or is it my life that's in his now. I popped a cheese ball in my mouth which muffled my voice.
"Is there anybody else here but us?" I said.
"No, I was thinking you had some people with you."  He said.
"No..." My eyes started to tear up and my bottom lip began to quiver. Jumping around like a grasshopper. Not being able to hold it in any longer, I busted out in tears.
"No, I've been driving myself, parents dead, brother and sister.. DEAD." I tried to suck it up like a 'big girl', but the salty droplets of sadness kept flowing from my eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry I-"
No, no. It's okay. I'm just the emotional type, you know? I cant kill a zombie or even a deer for dinner without sobbing for ten minutes." I said, trying to sound a little funny to lighten the moment. Thane grabbed me and gave me a giant hug.
"Shhhh. Just hush." He whispered. His voice was so comforting then. "I have to tell you that while we're in this position, I should snap your neck... You aren't supposed to know I'm here." My eyes widened and I jerked away from his grip, but he held on tightly to my arm.
"Um.. please don't kill me. I wont tell a soul. I mean, I cant even tell anybody anyway!" I pleaded.
"You can stay." Just like that? Seriously? This guy just threatened my life!
"Yeah, um okay."
"Come on I'm about to make the food."

   It was night time and Thane was making a fire for our food. The leafs he was rustling behind me made me jump from paranoia. I guess I could trust him, but I wasn't so sure about him. Something about the way he smiled or the way he'd look at me, made him awkward. But I didn't linger on the thought. He lifted a heavy branch and I noticed a big scar on his arm.
"Hey.. uh." I stuttered trying to shake out the nervousness from my voice. Where did you get that?"
"The branch?" He yelled back in confusion. "I got-"
"No, durh. I'm talking about that scar. The one on your left arm." I felt weird calling him names already, considering I've only known him for an hour or two. But he seemed comfortable around me. I guess not to many zombies have a taste for him, because he doesn't come off as a paranoid guy.
"Oh. Um.. Uh. Sooo..." You could tell he was trying to cook and prepare his story by the way he stalled. "Were you born with it? What is it." I demanded. His stalling was aggravating me.
"Just come sit by me and I'll tell you a long boring story about my life." He grinned. I came over, and sat on the branch which was more like a giant log, and he began.
"When I was 15, my mom and dad were arguing about whether we should move to another country when the quarantines started. I had no clue what was going to happen. I came downstairs, and their voices started getting louder and louder. Then the Isolators came, and busted through the door. My mom screamed like she was being killed, and my dad..." He paused for a minute.
"No! Don't stop telling!" I begged. 'Please continue!"
"My dad, uh. He was shot." A thin, long stream of tears spilled on his cheek. "The Isolators grabbed him and shot him straight in the head. BAM. That was the end. One of them took my mom and I never seen her again. Well, the scar on my arm came from an Isolator also. He snatched me up, and the knife on his gun punctured my arm and sliced it open."
"Wow. It's nice to know" I sounded highly sarcastic. "I mean.. I didn't mean it that way. What I meant to say was that it's nice to know a little bit more about you. And I'm sorry about your mom, and dad. That kind-of sounds like my story. But, how old are you? 18?" Questioning so much, I felt like I was a game show host, and he was the nervous, sweaty contestant.
"I'm 16. Working and hunting made me so buff." He said, trying to brag. I rolled my eyes at him and let out a short laugh.
"So I see you are quite conceited, huh?" I smirked.
"No not really, just thought I need to make you smile. You seemed put down after I told you my story."
"Cool. I'm fine, but we need some sleep."
   We walked inside the little store, and he showed me the way to what looked like an office. I made my self comfortable, killing spiders from under the blankets and inspecting the rest of the back rooms.. paranoia. When he finally laid down and I trusted my self not to shoot at any small noises, I put my bowie knife under my pillow and my military knife in my lower pocket on my cargos, then rested my head and fell right to sleep.
   The next morning, I stumbled out of my sleeping quarters and found Thane in the another room that he was sleeping in. It was more crowded than the one I was in.
"Hey," He said in a low voice. "I was thinking that maybe we should get out of here, you know? You have a car, and there's a little gas station about 3 miles away from here that we could fill up the tank with. I have a bunch of 1 gallon gas jugs that we could fill up too."
"I was thinking that exact thing!" I was really. I'd been hopping from place to place before The Society was formed. It's hard to break that habit. Especially if you think there's a troop of zombies and Isolators after you all the time.
"That's great. I'll go get the jugs, and you sit here and wake up." He smiled. He was very excited to leave out of here. "Oh yeah. Go start the car and pack up on food. I mean literally try to fit every crumb of food in this place in the car!"
"I will." I said, sounding as slow, and tired as a slug.
   As I was loading the car, I noticed a thick black substance coming from underneath the car and a low humming noise. I didn't acknowledge it until the the front of the car began to smoke. Thane came out with the jugs.
"Laura! Get away from the car!" He demanded. WHOOSH, BOOM! The whole car exploded with half our guns, and most of the ammunition. My ears were ringing and I was in complete shock. Thane was shielding me with his body.
"Oh, my, God.." I said. "What the- how and why?"
"Listen, I have a couple camping bags in the room farthest back of the store. Go and fill them with what ever you can. I'll get the guns, but you need to hurry."
"Why-"
"GO, NOW!" He shouted. Gathering food into the 3 backpacks, I cleared rows of supplies. I ran back outside with the heavy luggage.
"Hey, I got the supplies, now tell me why my car just burst like a bubble, and why you yelled at me!" I questioned. He'd put the fire out with a couple of fire exstinguishers and he was studying the car.
"Somebody did this.. I mean, this couldn't have been an accident." He explained.
"But how? I was out here the entire time filling the car with the supplies!" I said in confusion. "Seriously, it's impossible for someone to slip by me that quickly!"
"Laura..." He paused, thinking. "Someone knows we're here."













  





(This is Part 3 of Zombie)
P.s This story will be continued!