Week 10: Not Matthew

Surprisingly my trap worked rather well. As a last minute addition I filled some buckets from a grease trap at the back of the fast food joint. Once inside the cinder block enclosure I kicked the buckets over and covered the ground in the slippery sludge. The zombies were chasing me at a near jogging pace and when they hit the grease they all went sliding to the ground. I had plenty of time to crawl out the roof hatch, lock it back, and come around front to lock the gate before they were able to get back on their feet again.

The one thing I didn’t count on was that one of the zombies had an injured leg and could not keep up with the rest of the pack. Luckily the injured zombie was slow enough that I could trap the others and then deal with him. Once the crippled zombie approached I simply pulled my new shot gun out and blew its head off. I went ahead and took care of his trapped friends as well. It was like shooting zombie fish in a barrel. Perhaps a waste of ammo but at least I don’t have to worry about them breaking out of my finely crafted prison.

I turned my attention to the room the zombies had been trying to break into and saw a teenage boy emerge from the front door. Matthew? I broke out in a cold sweat and began running toward him. Guess I scared the kid and he quickly returned to his room slamming the door shut.

I knocked on the door and called for Matthew. As soon as I heard the voice on the other side I knew I had been incorrect. It was not Matthew. Instead I had found Caleb, one of Matthew’s friends and classmates.