I continued to walk down street that led towards my home. As I walked, I thought about the events that had happened during the past five months, how a sudden zombie outbreak tool over the whole world within a month, well atleast USA, after that we lost contact with the rest of the world.
How there was chaos all around the university campus, the streets, cars crashing everywhere, buildings burning down. I am still shocked that I survived all of that. It took me 5 months to get back to los angeles. I was here for 2 reasons.
1. See if my family is ok & alive. I am sure they are. My father used to work for the us military.
2. Take them to Vancouver, Canada. Just a few days back, I got a information about a safe haven made in Canada. It could be a false information, but it's worth the risk.
And with Dad, going to Canada could be easy as he works as a pilot, so he can just fly us to Canada.
As I reached towards area where my house is located I loaded my pump shotgun and continued my way forwards.
The neighborhood was silent. Dead silent. Dried blood all over the road, burnt bodies piled up together, slow zombies walking around, unaware of their surroundings.
These zombies were dubbed as the Dumb Ones, by the fellow survivors, whom I survived the past months. This zombies have lost most of their senses. They can't see properly, they can't smell. The only way they know that you are there, is through gunshot.
I kept my distance as I continued. I reached home and saw the Honda CR-V standing on the driveway.
'Alright. I guess they are still at home.'
I approached the door and saw it was unlocked. I opened it and walked slowly in. It was empty. Quiet. I walked towards the kitchen, I dare not shout, in case some zombie might be lurking. Just as I entered the kitchen, someone tackled me to the ground. I could feel my gun taken away from.
"You have 5 seconds to explain yourself before I blow your head off."
The voice was deep and old.
"I live here. It's my house." I quickly replied.
"Lies. This house belongs to Edward Beckham. I hereby arrest for theft."
"What? No! I am his son. I am David Beckham." I said, as I opened. I saw an old man. His beard was long and unshaved, while he had completely gone bald. He was wearing a hospital gown.
"David! Is that really you? What are you doing, lying on floor, get up. I can't believe you have grown so much." He exclaimed, as took the shotgun away from my head.
"Err, yes it's me. And who are you?" I asked.
He shook his head and said," Your father might be a great pilot but not a good father.
He did not teach you to respect the elderly and police officer. Look at me. Woke up from coma and still remembers most of the things. Anyways what year is it?"
" 2023." I replied
The old man stared at like I was telling a lie.
"Nooo! I was asleep from 6 years! What about my promotion!"
The old guy went sat on a chair near the dining table.
I stood up and looked at the old man.
Someone who has woken up from coma, is a police officer and knows my father.
"Grandpa Thomas?"
"About damn right time! So, can you tell me what has happened since last 6 years. I wake up to find the whole hospital covered in blood and no one is insight. I then walk out to see everyone in their Halloween costumes, staggering around. No one's paying any attention to me. I make my way back home & find the whole neighborhood is gone! My family is gone."
"Yeaaah, I guess I have a lot to explain to you."
I sat down and explained him everything. Rather than getting shocked or confused, he just nodded his head and rubbed his beard.
"Aaah, I am getting too old for this." He exclaimed."Anyways, what now David?"
"So, I told you about the safe haven in Canada right, I plan on going there. But I guess Dad and the others left already, so I am probably going to Canada by road." I said.
"Oh, about that this might help." Grandpa Thomas said as he brought out a piece a paper."Confused me at first, but now it makes sense."
I took it from him and read:
5th of August
We have decided to go to the airport to find us a functional plane, big enough to carry us.
The news about the safe haven brought hope in everyone. That's a good news. It's probably going to take some time to get enough fuel, food & weapons, so we don't expect to leave so early. Around my assumption it might take us a whole to even clear out a runway. I have nothing much to say, but no matter what, make it to Canada. You can try and contact us through a walkie talkie.
With that, it ended.
"We are leaving for the airport." I looked at grandpa Thomas.
"Well than, to the airport. But first I need to change in some new clothes."