Standing outside the tent city gates, our situation becomes all the more real. We no longer have access to the van we used to drive to Tent City. Until we get on the helicopter and get to Oklahoma, we have no place to stay. We’re homeless and on foot now. That’s it.
“All right,” Todd says. “We’ve got a long walk ahead. So let’s stick together. Keep your eyes and ears open.”
“How do we know your helicopter is even where it’s supposed to be?” says Angela. Despite our being in the zombie apocalypse, her short, dark hair looks like it’s been cut at a salon. Someone must be good with the scissors.
Todd rolls his eyes. “I told you before. My chopper is locked up. Nobody is going to get to it. Besides, you’d have to know how to fly the fucker.”
“Don’t get snippy,” says Angela. “I was just asking.”
Wayne wraps his arm around his wife. “Okay, hon. Enough! We need to get a move on.” He’s barely said a word since we met. I’m assuming Angela does most of the talking in their marriage.
Angela pulls away from him. “I can’t help it. I’m hungry. I’m always hungry, now.”
“I’ve got some granola bars in my pack. Do you want one?” I ask.
Angela laughs. “Honey, if I eat another one of those, I’ll puke. I wish I could get some real food.”
“I heard that!” says Marcus. “I’d love a steak.”
“Or, how about pizza?” says Robert. “I miss pizza.”
“Yeah, well we kissed those days goodbye a long time ago, remember?” says Todd. “Now let’s move.”
“You sure you know the way?” says Marcus.
“You know I do. I’ve been planning this for months.”
* * *
We’ve been walking for about a half hour, but I feel okay. I don’t feel nauseous at all.
The sun is beaming down on us, but it’s not too hot. I’ve got two water bottles in my backpack. I remove one and take a sip.
Robert keeps looking down at his boot. Then he stops in his tracks, unties his boot, and takes it off.
Now we’re a few yards ahead, and before I can tell everyone to stop and wait for him, Todd notices Robert’s behind us. “What are you doing, dude?”
“Something’s caught here.”
“Alright. Hurry up. We’ve got to keep moving.”
As I take another sip of my water, out of the corner of my eye, I see two zombies on the road. They’re not seriously decayed, so I guess they haven’t been zombies for long.
They move with their heads lowered, and their eyes focused on the ground, but then they see us. As soon as they see us, there’s that horrible growl as they speed up.
“Oh God!” says Angela.
“Get up!” Todd shouts.
Robert’s boot is still off when he looks behind him and sees the zombies. He leaves his boot and rushes toward us while fumbling to remove his gun from its holster. He’s acting as if it’s stuck. Meanwhile, the zombies are getting closer.
Robert finally gets himself together and shoots at the two zombies, but he misses.
“Move out of the way,” says Marcus, pointing his gun. “Move out of the way, man!”
Robert runs over to the side. Marcus shoots and gets one down, but the other zombie was not hit and is still moving.
Now Todd shoots the other zombie before it can reach us. He looks at Robert. “Jesus fucking Christ. You okay?”
Robert nods his head rapidly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”
“Get your boot on so we can get the hell out of here.”
“Yeah, yeah,” says Robert. He rushes over to his boot, and then he runs back to us and puts it on while we guard him.
“Does anyone else have any shoe problems?” says Todd.
“No,” we say.
“Good. Then let’s move.”
* * * * *
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