The fog was heavy. Thick. We couldn’t see a damn thing but like the idiot teens that we are, we didn’t even think it twice. The gate was about 12 feet high and there were guard dogs. Seems kind of unnecessary for a place that has nothing but junked cars. The goal was to go in the main building and check what Doctor Sharp kept taking in there every night. It seemed like body bags, but maybe we’re just watching too much Dexter. Who knows?
James jumps the gate and makes sure the dogs are nowhere close. He was either the bravest one of us…or the stupidest. The rest of us went in once James opened the gate door from the inside. And Danny had made sure to disable the security camera so we walked right by it, like it wasn’t even there.
There was a lot of noise coming from inside the building. The dogs were nowhere to be found. And I have to admit that I was freaking out. “Nick!” whispered James loud enough for me to hear. “I found the dogs.” he added while pointing towards a window of the building.
“So they’re locked up?” I asked nervously.
“No, bro.” he replied. “They’re just busy.” he added with an extremely worried look on his face.
“Doing what?” I continued to ask.
“They’re eating.” he said while slowly backing up from the window.
“Oh, so they’ll probably be a while?” I wondered.
“Depends…how long does it take two dogs to eat a fully grown man?” he answered as he turned around, accidentally kicked a rock that went straight into a windshield. It shattered is the noisiest of ways. This got the dogs’ attention and they both started sprinting towards us.
We had one advantage over them, we could climb. But they had an even better advantage over us…they were fast. And they knew their way around the junkyard. James and I hauled ass, Danny wasn’t as quick. As he made the jump to the first car, one of the dogs got ahold of his shirt and tore off a sleeve. We jumped from one pile of cars to another, until we made it back to the gate. The dogs never lost sight of us. Those were some fucking evil looking dogs. Blood still dripping from their mounts. And they still even had bits of flesh in their teeth.
Right before we crossed we gate, we noticed that dogs weren’t the only ones chasing us. There were people. Slow but eager. Some missing arms, some with their guts hanging out, some that looked like they’ve slowly been rotting.
“No fucking way. Are those….Zombies?!” I shouted as James grabbed me and forced me to jump the gate.
“Dude, hurry the fuck up!!” James yelled following me.
After a while, we couldn’t run anymore. We were scared, nervous, worried, and pretty much lucky that we got away.
“I fucking hate you guys.” Danny said falling to his knees from exhaustion.
“Dude, we weren’t expecting some shit like that.” replied James.
“Were those fucking Zombies?!” I shouted once again.
“I have no idea.” replied Danny.
I looked up and saw blood on Danny’s shoulder. Flowing from a cut near the ripped part of his shirt.
“Dude, I think you cut your self jumping the gate.” I told Danny.
He looked up in disbelief “bro, my shoulder was nowhere near the gate when I jumped.” he replied as he looked back at us. “I think I got bit.” he added. “I got fucking bit!!”
*Moral of the story: If you’re gonna do some sneaky shit with your friends….make sure you’re not the slowest motherfucker in the group. lmao*
Oh….and beware of Zombies.