Authors: Tracey Ward
“We find more. Or we don’t. It doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with it either way.”
Jordan turns me around and looks into my eyes, searching for something I can’t imagine.
“I’ll be with you, no matter what.” He licks lips and his eyes nervously dart between mine. “I’ll stay with you, Ali, because I—“
A horn sounds twice, telling us to get a move on.
Syd waits impatiently at the wheel and Jordan takes my hand as we walk toward him.
We find an obscure road that’s clear of traffic and zombies, thanking God for small favors, and we head east. We choose east because to the south is a barricade and a death sentence. We choose east because to the west is a red sea and a shore overrun with the undead. We choose east because the no
rth itself is dead and we watched it die. In truth, it doesn’t matter what direction we choose. All that matters is that we keep moving forward.
Because behind us, the world is burning.
About the Author
I grew up in Eugene, Oregon and attended the University of Oregon (Go Ducks!). This might have something to do with why Eugene was the first southern city to survive The Fever, but it also might be a coincidence. We’ll never know. I wrote this story because my husband, sister, best friend and sister-in-law all have a deep, undying love for all things zombie and I have been told the details of many zombie apocalypse survival plans. This story is my love letter to them.