Free Surviving Earth: Makayla's Journey by Cora A. Murray Page A

We're going to be ok." She whimpers.
     
    Logan and I both walk to the window. The sun is indeed raising, but will it be soon enough?
     
    Just as that thought hits, the box on the end closest to my left foot shoots to the ceiling of the attic and falls through.
     
    "Shit, Logan. Please go." I beg.
     
    Shaking his head, he edges closer to the gaping hole and we look down into the eyes of way too many zombies. Their arms reaching up, trying to grab hold of one of us, the hunger for human flesh and bone shining from their cold, dead eyes. Their moans growing louder as they see us standing just beyond reach.
     
    Grouping together, they start knocking each other down, standing on top of the ones on the bottom of the pile. Oh my gawd, they will reach us sooner or later , I think as they creep closer to the ceiling. Logan and I back up until we hit the back wall, guns aimed and ready to start shooting anything that comes through the hole. Logan’s hand reaches for mine, pulling me closer to his side.
     
    The first head comes into view as the shadows are still cast around the attic, the sun not yet completely risen. Logan's gun goes off and the zombie falls back through the hole, but he is soon replaced by another. I shoot, he falls. This continues for five minutes.
     
    The next one’s head comes through the hole, my gun clicks. I'm out of bullets. Then I hear Logan's click as well. Pulling my katana from the sheath at my back, I slice the flesh eater’s head off. Two more replace that one. Twirling, I cut through one’s head, the second going for Logan. With my boot, I push him back toward the hole. He falls through, only to be replaced by more. Damn this is getting worse by the second.
     
    Looking to the side, I see Blu and Gage stepping through the window, both with their guns raised and shooting zombies as they appeared. The attic is lighting up, the sun raising higher and the moaning from below not as loud as it once was.
     
    "They are leaving, come look." Tessa yells, jumping up and down.
     
    Leaning out the window, I see that, thanks to God and close friends, we have survived this night. Sinking to the floor, I lean my head back against the wall, taking the first easy breath since waking earlier.
     
    Logan sits beside me, resting his head on his knees. "I was afraid it was over there for a while." He says, reaching for my hand and giving it a squeeze.
     
    "Me, too." I say, gently returning his squeeze.
     

Chapter Fourteen
     
    Looks like Logan and I passed a hurdle during the night; for a while I knew he didn't trust me and, in return, I didn't trust him, but having each other's back definitely changed things between us.
     
    "I guess we need to see what's wrong with the truck and get the hell out of here while we can. I don't think we can survive another night here." I say jokingly.
     
    "We definitely need to get out of here." He says staring off into the distance. "I should have listened to you. I was stupid to trust this area after what we witnessed." He adds softly. Standing, I pat him on the back, then I walk to the window, helping everyone come back inside.
     
    Two hours later, I’m greasy as hell, but the truck is purring like a kitten. Wiping my hands on an old rag someone handed me earlier, I walk up to the house.
     
    "Let's load ‘em up." I yell out.
     
    "I knew you could fix the truck." Tessa says as she runs by me. Everyone is ready to get the hell out of here. The dead zombies are still laying upstairs and sooner or later they will begin to smell worse than they already do. They already smell like death, but the smell would get much stronger.
     
    With everyone inside the vehicles we leave the neighborhood behind. I am looking forward to a little normalcy, but I guess with the things going on around us, being in the truck driving, with my little family nearby is as normal as I can get. Tessa is snuggled close to my side, asleep and Gage is passed out asleep in the backseat with Survivor