Far away from the bunker, a military van containing two men was riding down Middlestown's deserted roads.The only word that could have been used to describe Middlestown for both Kevin Santorini and Max Johnson as they ventured out that second day was the word dead. There was an unusual silence all over, except for the sound of their vehicle’s engine as it drove down the tarmac.“Where do you think the helicopters evacuating everyone took them to?” Max asked all of a sudden, his hands gripping the steering wheel.“I can't guess. Maybe they were taken out of the town?” Kevin answered, absent-minded.“Maybe. They may also be somewhere within this town, because my best guess is that not one of us would be allowed outside so easily. We are the first town to be plagued with an incurable virus that turns us into zombies, and no one would want any of their citizens to catch it, no matter what. They would rather have us all dead.”“The Middlestown Bunker.” Kevin suddenly blurted.“Huh?” Max

Not one of the two of them could sleep a wink for the rest of that night.The mouse had been horrible enough for them, and they remained quiet for the rest of the night, both dreading leaving the safety of the van, even if it was having a large slit in the roof while lying on its side. The former sleeping arrangements which a game of rock, paper, scissors, had settled now mattered less, because they were in odd, barely comfortable positions in an overturned van.They remained quiet for so long that even when the mouse had been gone for hours, they were still held under its spell, both too afraid to talk, and still yet amused that they had survived once again.Only Max mustered enough courage to speak when he saw the sky lighten up. “Kev?”“What?”“It's morning.”“I see it.”Max chuckled to himself, adjusting his body to recline better in the position of the car to free the blood trapped in his leg. “I might need a cigarette. I have to clear the image of that rat from my head.”“It wa

In front of Kevin and his chainsaw stood not one, but two of these zombies, the second even bigger than the first they had seen.“Hold them, Kevin.” Max yelled, before rushing out of the bunker to get to the van. His hands shook in anticipation and a malicious part of his mind suggested that he run away with the van and leave Kevin, but he shook his head, refusing to listen to that voice.He pulled the back of the van open, and there lay his intended RPG, which was thankfully multiple use. Taking a pair of earmuffs and two rounds, he loaded one in the canister, and ran forward with the other down the bunker stairs. There, he could see Kevin swinging at them with his chainsaw the way only a mad man would have, the first one reaching to grab Kevin with a rotting, slimy hand without success thanks to the Allfather's Technology, and the other one's tongue swinging about like a reptile, also trying to get a hold on Kevin. They could not touch him, but rather, were getting cuts on them fro

Who is she?” Kevin had asked on sight of the girl, perplexed.She looked away, clearly shy, and it touched the men's hearts. Again, they exchanged glances, and this time, they were both uncertain. At first, they were just two men surviving a zombie apocalypse. Now, they were laden with two children whom they did not know what to do with, yet were hard pressed to take care of. Despite their confusion, the little girl was soon handed a coarse meal they knew she was not used to, yet she said her thank you with a smile of appreciation that warmed Kevin's heart.Max took his own meal and another beer, while Kevin got a cigar he stood smoking.“So we came to the bunker to find safety and instead, got two children.” Max noted.“They don't seem bad to me. I like the girl —”“I'm not a big fan of kids.” “Why?” “They are cute, adorable and all, but are hard to care for. They can fall sick. They often have issues, and could even be a burden if we need a quick escape with them around. Sometime

Kevin huddled the children into the car, swearing to them that he was going to come back, even though he had to raise his voice for the girl to hear him. Her eyes started to water when she did at last, and it was only the boy pulling her close to hold her that allowed them some respite.“Let's go, Kev. Leave the kids and let's go and check who it is.” Max yelled, hauling his RPG onto his back and slipping a pistol into his pocket. Kevin kissed the children, slammed the door, and ran with Max into the thickets, when the shouts reached them again.They crushed all in their path, running forward when they came upon the scene. A young man was held up by one of the large zombies, only hanging because the thing's tongue held onto him like a dear trophy. At its feet, a girl was trying to distract it and stop the boy with her from being eaten by distracting it, throwing stones at it.“Distract him and get the boy off. I'll shoot the gun.” Max ordered, going off to hide while Kevin pulled out