Run. That is all Andrea can think while running after a tricycle. The tricycle has been rescuing survivors left and right. However when it's her and her brother Andrei's turn, they have been spotted by the zombies, and without a second thought, the tricycle immediately drove away. Now they are running to get away from the zombies and to get to that damned tricycle. She looked at her side, where her brother is slowly losing speed, and grabbed his hand. She can feel her legs also giving up but she never will. She and her brother will survive.
The driver looked behind him and started to slow down the tricycle. Andrea let her brother's hand go as she climbed into the backseat. After securing her place she looked behind with a smile and an outstretched arm hoping to pull her brother on but all she saw was her brother pounced by the yellow zombies and bitten all over his body. His eyes flashed as he shouted, "Damn You! TRAITOR!!". Andrea's smile faded, her hand slowly going down as her face hardened. 'Karma's a bitch...Isn't it brother?' she thought looking away and changing her expression to a sad one. "Don't be sad little girl... He...will find his peace." the man said looking at her from the side mirror. She looked down and shifted in her seat as the man sighs.
The drive took two hours with no casualties as the skilled driver lost all of the zombies swiftly. They slowly entered through the poorer side of her community as she looks around. All Andrea saw were houses made with wood and cement mixed together. The houses are stuck together like candy melted together. Ahead of them was a ladder and a slide? with 2 zombies waving their hands above. The ladder leads to the second floor of a house. The driver stopped just in front of the zombies where he went down and shot the zombies with his silencer gun.
Andrea looked at the dead zombies disgustingly as she went down the tricycle. "Where's your um hideout or base I guess," she asked looking at the ground playing with her thumb. The driver looked at her and chuckled. He gestured to the ladders which Andrea hesitatingly climbed. Upon entering, she saw another slide and a whole feast. Inside, the despairing situation outside is like nonsense...A figment of imagination she made up. She looked back and down to the driver who nodded with a smile. Holding one of the sides of the slide, she slides down. Not a lot of people are surprised and kept going their way after giving Andrea a wave. What really caught her attention is her relatives. They rushed immediately to her side and hugged her.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt? Are you hungry??" asked her aunts and uncles. She shifted uncomfortably in her position with a sad smile. "Where is your brother?" Andrea's Aunt, Aunt Gin asked. Tears started pouring out of her eyes as she hugged herself and muttered "Gone....". All of them collectively gasped as Aunt Gin hugged her niece. "It's.....okay... everything will be alright," Aunt Gin said softly cuddling her niece who is still crying. The others have scattered to their tables to talk and gossip about what happened.
Aunt Gin took the girl and sat her next to her for security. Andrea secretly looked around her and noticed something strange. The first floor has no walls but a backyard with sticks as fences. Sniffing she asked "Aunt how can sticks be the only fence you have?", she hiccups in the middle of her sentences. "Well you see this house is well... Enchanted," Aunt Gin said stroking her head. "No zombies would come near this house if the zombie is not courageous enough. But little kid zombies would walk in and walk out," she said looking behind Andrea.
Andrea's body stiffened immediately. Slowly but surely, she looked behind her and staggered to her Aunt's embrace. Her aunt giggled as she hugged her to make her less scared. Andrea hid her head in her aunt's embrace and closed her eyes.
WAKE UP, SIS!