herself, chewing on her lip as she watched the zombies. They picked up the speed as much as they could. It wasn’t very fast but there were three of them and the girl didn’t seem to have the sense to run away, which she should have already started doing.
Another moan sounded and she turned to see two more at the other end of the street.
“Son of a bitch!” Raven grabbed the butcher knife she’d found in the apartment and ran down the stairs, through the door, and onto the street.
The zombies were closer now, but she was faster. She hurried across the street and grabbed the little girl who she guessed to be around twelve under the arm. “Come on.”
The girl surprised her by flinging her hand away. “Leave me to die! I deserve it. I killed her. I killed her!’
The little girl screamed the words, helping the zombies pinpoint their location that much more.
“Dammit, shut up! Whatever you did I’m sure you had to. Unless you want those things to kill us both, move your ass!”
This stunned the girl into silence but it only lasted a moment before her bottom lip trembled and she was crying again. “You don’t understand. I’m a horrible person. I don’t deserve—”
“Do you want me to die because instead of moving, you chose to park your ass here in the street and cry?”
The girl looked at her, sniffed. “What?”
“I’m not leaving you here to die. Now get up and run or we are both going to die.”
The girl sniffed harder and stood. Her eyes widened as she saw the zombies approaching behind them. “Oh!”
Raven turned her head and saw the zombies ambling toward them from less than eight feet away, arms stretched before them, mouths open, ready to tear into flesh. She grabbed the girl’s arm again and forced her to run away from them, toward the other two zombies approaching from the other direction.
“There are more of them!”
“I see them but they’re slow and we’re not.”
They continued to run, staying on the left side of the road to avoid the zombies approaching from the right. The whole time, Raven scanned the street, searching for something.
“Where are we running?”
“Look for somewhere there might be food or weapons,” Raven answered. A butcher knife was alright but she hated how close she had to get to a zombie to use it. “There!”
She pointed toward the pawn shop and veered right to cross over to it.
“A pawn shop?” The girl managed to say while gasping for breath.
“Weapons,” Raven explained as they stopped before the door. She turned full circle, scanning. “We outran the zombies. Now we just need to get inside before they catch up.”
She tried the door, not surprised to find it locked.
“Now what?” the girl whined.
“Relax. I got this.” Raven retrieved the bobby pins above her right ear and set to work on the locks. She had all three unlocked before the zombies came into view.
“How’d you do that?”
“I may have spent some time in juvie.” Raven replaced the bobby pins in her hair and opened the door, shoving the kid inside before the zombies reached them. She locked the door behind them and let out a sigh of relief. “We should be fine now, for a little while. Why were you alone out there? Where are your parents?”
The girl started wailing again.
Raven groaned before grabbing the girl by her shoulders and walking her toward the back of the store. Glass cases surrounded them, everything from jewelry to baseball cards showcased inside. She found what looked like a sitting room in the back and sat the girl down on a black leather couch. She hoped it was far enough from the front of the building that the zombies wouldn’t hear the girl’s crying.
“I understand that this shit is scary,” she said, kneeling before the girl. “Crying isn’t going to help you though. If anything, it’s only going to get you killed faster. Now, we can survive this if we stay smart and keep it together.”
“Why are you helping me?” The girl