Overcoming The Zombie Apocalypse

 I awoke to the sounds of screaming and gunfire. I bolted out of bed and ran directly into Angela. I grabbed her forearms and stared into her wide eyes that glowed brighter against her suddenly ghastly flesh. Beyond the house the sounds of gunfire boomed through the air.

 "We're under attack!"

 I looked around the room. It was mostly empty. I swore and shoved her under the bed. I ran into the hall and was met with a tall bald woman. She raised her gun and I ducked back into the bedroom. She fired a shot above my head and my body jolted. When she entered the room she took a second before she could point the gun at me and I grabbed her wrist and put all of my weight into a right hook to the jaw that sent her to the floor, the gun clattering beside her. I grabbed it and shot her in the head before I searched her pockets. I retrieved a lighter, cigarettes, and a wallet. I gave Angela the gun and ran downstairs to where Jackson was shooting the attackers.

 My heart was pounding and his mortality only intensified it to the point that my chest must have bruised. I took in the bloodshed beyond him, my mind empty. Our neighbors crouched behind the barricades. Blanketed in sweat they worked to drive the attackers away. One caught a bullet directly between the eyes, their body flying backward and a cloud of blood hanging in the air for just one horrible moment.

 Suddenly my body jolted when I remembered the vodka in the freezer. I ran to the bottle and stuffed a rag down the neck. Lighting the rag I ran out the back door and once I turned the corner I saw the hoard, or, what I expected to be a hoard. They were human. They grossly outnumbered us from just what I could see. With my hands shaking I threw the Molotov. The flames spread over bodies that crashed to the ground, writhing in pain as they tried to pull off their clothes. I ran back into the house.

 Jackson slammed the door shut and crouched as he reloaded his gun.

 "They're either retreating or just regrouping."

 "Give me the gun," I said, coming closer.

 "What?"

 "Give me the gun. Take a knife. Guard my bedroom. Trust me."

 With hesitance he handed me his weapon. I snuck out through the back door again. After hopping the fence I leapt into a bush. After a breath I risked a look at the gang. One man seemed to be the leader. He was holding a sniper rifle and straddling his motorcycle. Too many of his people were unwounded. I guessed about fifteen. We had similar numbers but not enough weapons or ammunition. The gang had machine guns and shotguns. 

 Creeping through the woods I moved closer to the leader. My eyes flicked between them and the ground as I worked to stay silent. Before he could see me I stood, taking cover behind a tree. I raised the gun to the leaders head.

 "Freeze!"

 The leader turned his head to take me in. His smile was broken by a deep purple scar. He was tan. His short black hair was messy and soft looking. He had long eyelashes and thin brows. His hazel eyes were piercing. He was tall and lean. I took offense to the lazy smile that curved his lips, creating dimples in his cheeks. His face was oval shaped and angular. He had a wide nose and big, plump lips. His cheeks were very thin, gaunt, even.

 "Stand down!" He screamed.

 With two fingers he beaconed me. I walked forward, maintaining distance between his men and I. I didn't get too close to him, either. He leaned forward when I came two arm lengths away from him. He rested his elbow on his bike. His black leather jacket was torn and stained with blood. On the shoulder had a patch of a one percent symbol. He made a show of looking me up and down before his gaze settled on my eyes, his smile widening and his eyes glittering.

 "Not the first time a beautiful woman's held a gun to my head. I'm still here. You sure about this?"

 From the corner of my eye I could see the appreciation his gang held for his snide remark. I hated the feeling that they saw this as entertainment.

 "The more you talk the more certain I become."

 He grinned. He actually grinned. My teeth clenched and I felt murder burn through my face. My cheeks felt hot. Seeing my reaction he laughed again and shook his head.

 "Can't lie; I like you."

 "I don't care," I spoke plainly, "Call them off."

 "Does your mayor know that strong women are my weakness?"

 "I know that lead is your weakness."

 He chuckled, "Tell you what; I'll let them decide," He drawled as he climbed off of his bike, making his way toward me until the barrel of my gun was shaking over his heart.

 He waved his hand and they stepped away to talk amongst themselves. Suddenly now that we were alone my body quivered. I felt his fingers brush my hair behind my ear. My breath hitched and my face burned.

 "Don't be scared."

 "I'm not."

 "Have you killed a human before?"

 "Yes."

 He hummed as if capable of thought, "No, I think you're a virgin."

 "Hopefully you'll be my first."

 "God, I hope so."

 He took another step closer and I stopped breathing all together. My stomach sunk. I felt his hand rest gently on the small of my back.

 "You don't have to do this," My voice was weaker and huskier than I'd intended.

 "You don't know a damn thing about us."

 "I'm a defense attorney. I understand criminals."

 "Lucky you to simply understand us."

 I was about to give him a retort but his gang came back. When he saw my attention venture beyond him he turned.

 "We'll leave."

 "How nice of you," He said before turning to me, "But we can't leave empty handed."

 "I have some food."

 "I was thinking something more... Lively."