Roderick’s forehead touched on something hard. The small grains hurt his forehead.
Am I sleeping on the street? Roderick asked himself when he remembered the time when he had to lie on street due to a car accident. That time, he was lying on his own pool of blood and this time also it looked like it was no different.
He felt something wet on his hand.
Better be water. He thought.
“No!” Roderick said and tore his eyes open.
To his disappointment, it was his own blood. The thing which surprised him more than his blood was the surrounding where he was in.
He was on a paved street where some desolated cars were parked. When he looked around, then he discovered modern houses with worn off paint. Even birds were hovering in the sky.
It was a sight he had not expected to see again. Roderick rose up and read the billboard in front of him.
Marilyn Hayworth! What the hell? The sign board perplexed him to core. Modern structures gave him no relief because everything looked deserted.
He walked to road trail and sat there by watching at the pond of blood which he had left on the street.
“Anyone here?” Roderick yelled.
He heard his own echo.
There can be a Marilyn Hayworth but not anyone to answer me? He wondered and called again.
Roderick heard tramps soon. Then there came a bunch of people running towards his direction. He got up and tried to defend himself.
It was when he realized he had a fractured leg.
“What are you looking at? Run!” one running man barked at him as the running crowd passed him.
Without thinking for a second, he ran along with the crowd. His running put them into shame. Roderick got past them within seconds, so he waited for them to get ahead of them. Then he jogged behind the running crowd.
“Hey! Who is behind us?” Roderick asked one running guy.
“Are you a retard? Zombies are coming for us.” The answer came.
“Where are we going?” he bothered the scared man again.
“There!” the man pointed at the bus which was nearby them.
Roderick was surprised how fast other ran after seeing the bus.
All of them jumped in the bus through doors as well as windows. Those who did not make it to any seat decided to stay on top of the bus. One man even got in driver’s seat.
“Get out!” Big driver with heavy mustache pulled him out of the seat, “Let me drive you, idiot.”
Roderick didn’t want to sit on top, so he squeezed himself in the bus.
He was being crushed by the people around him. He could feel pressure on his ribs. Roderick was about an inch away from getting his ribs broken.
“Let this man sit. He is injured!” one man spoke in favor of Roderick, “He’s bleeding.”
Roderick looked at his bloodied abdomen.
Some people arranged a seat for him where he sat by clutching his abdomen. He wanted to know where the wound was, so he put his finger inside his shirt and began to search for the cut.
Near his naval he found a big hole which was leaking blood. He tried to close it. Then he stopped.
Why can’t I feel the pain? He was shocked.
