Here is episode 2 of my brand new blog series: The Walking Dead. I really wanted to post two episodes today so people could really get to know the characters.
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Episode 2: No Guns, No Bullets
13 days before:
Harriet woke up but she didn’t open her eyes straight away, instead she just lay perfectly still, pretending that life was all normal again. She liked to imagine her parents, mum would be getting her a bowl of breakfast as dad rushes around the whole house desperately trying to find his ‘smart’ tie for the meeting he had in the afternoon. She’d be sitting at the dinner table playing with some sort of plastic toy that she had found behind the sofa. Mum would be panicking.
“Get your shoes on Harriet!” It would take another six times before her daughter would actually listen.
Dad would then find his tie in the same place that he always puts in, side table draw on his side of the bed.
“I’m going now, see you later.”
A quick kiss on the forehead before running round to mum and giving her a peck on the cheek before leaving hurryingly out the front door, wind catching it shut as he closed it after himself. Then, mum would give her her breakfast before running into the living room, picking up Harriet’s shoes and start forcing them on her feet. It was life. Normal life. Normal family life. Then Harriet opened her eyes.
“Ok Sara, the girl’s up. Now we talk” said an old voice from the shadows at the very back of the room.
“That’s what you said wasn’t it. We talk when she wakes, well she’s awake.”
“Yes Martin. That’s what I said”
Martin was the oldest of the group at 56 years of age but yet he looked younger. His energy was stronger than most of the younger males of the group and he still had enough strength to do some damage to a Walker if he needed. His beard had turned from a light black stumble that he always had to far more lengthier beard that had grown over the year. His voice, deep and commanding had made everyone look up, take notice and nervously wait for the discussion ahead.
“Well?” asked Tyler while leaning casually against the hard brick wall with his arms crossed, looking around at everyone and wondering who would have the courage to speak next. No one did.
“So we’re staying then?”
“No!”
“Then say something!” Tyler’s tiredness creeping out by the anger in his words.
“I said we’ll speak when the girl is awake, I also said there will be no shouting or arguing…”
“And who the bloody hell put you in charge!”
“Now you listen her Martin, you may think it’s alright to shout at people like that.” she said, slowly approaching the man, “But you never talk to me in that tone again. I hope you understand!”
Jason undid the lid to his half empty plastic bottle of water and chucked it down his throat before looking at Ella, catching her eye contact and waiting till she gave him a little nod of approval.
“I say we go from here. We’re in very little space, hardly can move around each other. We keep knocking things over and making noise what’s very dangerous and there’s only one exit out of here apart from the windows.”
“and…” another voice came from the back. Kerry, 32 years of age, mother of three children, got up from the floor and moved closer towards the group. She was tall, slim and starved for food. Scars covered her face from previous fights with Walkers and a little dried blood knotted together the roots of her cinnamon hair.
“And…what do we do once we leave this place. We have a few cars, yes. But we can’t live in them forever. And none of us have any guns so all kills mean we have to get close to those…those things. And what if we lose someone, or 2 or 3, then what? We will be down by 3 people and our group won’t stand a chance! What do we get from leaving this place? Nothing.”
“Except we may find other survivors. With food, drink maybe medication?”
“Or Ella, we may find others just like us, wanting food, drink and medication and what if they’re bad people, who will take all that we have and leave us at the side of the god damn road just to wait till we’re Fucking torn apar…”
“Enough!” Yelled Oliver over Martin, stopping him from swearing more or going to graphic in front of Harriet. Everyone stopped and stared at him and even he wondered what to do next. He had their attention, but now he needed to hold it.
“We all need to calm down. Why don’t we take a vote. Put your hand up if you want to go as a GROUP and leave this building”
Tyler, Jason, Ella, Kerry, and Oliver put there hands up and with that the whole group begun to back up their belongings, take all that they could carry and quietly step out of the door, onto the high street and into the Walker’s world.
Yeah,I agree,someone dying in Ep3 or Ep4 will set the blog as a actual zombie apocalypse,we have met characters,but its time to cut one short from the finale
Ella might die in my opinion. Jason would be really sad and might just scuicide or fight for her. Which ever I think it is gonna be sad since it is called "Blood"
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