By the time we got upstairs the bathroom was well stocked with food and supplies. Mom had also managed to grab the mattress from my room and put it on the floor of the bedroom.
Me and Brett worked on the hacking away the stairs while Mom checked the windows in the house to make sure that they were shut and locked. The work went fast. We alternated shifts swinging the axe. We only had to take out an eight foot section. The only problem was the axe began to get dull about halfway through. In total it only took about an hour to complete.
We could hear the zombies outside, scratching at the doors, all night. From the sound of it the numbers seemed were growing quickly. We heard police sirens a couple times throughout the night, always driving by, never stopping.
Never stopping.
We were going to be stuck inside for a while. I hoped eventually the zombies would become bored or distracted and leave. The next morning I went downstairs to check on the situation. I set up the ladder and scurried down. The street was filled with the undead. Most were just stumbling around, some just standing. The driveway and front lawn had a few stragglers. One was eating something, but I couldn’t make out what it was.
The backyard was no better. In fact it was worse. The zombies had managed to find their way in but became trapped, unable to find the exit. As it turns out the wood fence, which was quite old, was broken down by the driveway side. I was able to get a chuckle as I noticed a zombie caught in the hammock, struggling to get out.
I went back upstairs, removing the ladder from over the gap in the stairs. It looked like we were going to have to wait out the zombies. I didn’t know how long it was going to last, but even a life stuck in a master suite was better than being a zombie.
