Our Days Are Numbered

Four friends embarked on a memorable trip in the countryside to celebrate the summer; however, while they were isolated from the world, they were unknowing of the mortifying reality that waited for them when they returned from paradise. They were young, free, and having fun, if there was one thing they weren’t, it was prepared. Especially for the hell-inflicting disaster of the zombie apocalypse. Darcy, Brooke, Sam and Jamie have one task, and one task only, and that is to survive.


1. One

August 2007

“Meadowford Wood, where even is that?” I asked, my fingers skimming the enormous map, unfolded and spread over my legs and part of the seat next to me.

“About two hours away,” my rightfully-called best friend and current love interest, Sam, said from the driver’s seat of the four-by-four we were driving in. “I used to go there all the time when I was younger. It's great.” He added in, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to some unrecognisable tune humming softly on the radio.

I looked at Brooke, my best friend, inquisitively, and she shrugged without saying a word, leaning her head back onto the shoulder of her current boyfriend, Jamie. I rolled my eyes, couples.

As I knew this car journey was going to be tremendously boring – watching Jamie and Brooke canoodling next to me and with Sam concentrating intently on driving – I decided on getting some sleep. Well, I tried. I attempted to ignore the constant shuddering of the car from pot-holes and cattle grids that prevented me from letting my eyes close for longer than thirty seconds. I gave up, and instead I looked out the window and eyed the green, woodlands that thickly coated the countryside in a dense, impenetrable canopy.

After several hours of uncomfortable driving through dense forest lanes and the constantly bumpy tracks, the snoring emitting from the two love-birds beside me deteriorated and the dullness began to subside. A new excitement roared up inside of me, engulfing my body and overpowering me with a sense of complete freedom for a whole two weeks. My body instantaneously woke up completely, shaking me from the horrific nightmare of the cattle grids and pot-holes that were now – thank God – behind us.

“Are we here?” Jamie croaked from a couple of seats away, the sleep still completely evident in his already deep, masculine voice.

“Yup,” Sam replied, popping the P, “just down this road here,” he said, momentarily taking his left hand off the grasp on the steering wheel and pointed to a small clearing in the trees twenty-or-so metres away. “You awake back there, Darcy-May?”

“Awake? Of course not, I slept right the way through the endless cattle grids and huge fucking craters in the ground.” I said, and rolled my eyes, I saw Sam smirk at me through the back-view mirror.

“Jamie slept through it,” Sam added briefly, before pulling into an enclosed area of forest that looked somewhat man-made and out of place.

“Jamie could sleep through the apocalypse and wake up four days later asking for a cup of tea,” I retorted, grabbing my satchel from the floor of the pick-up.

The truck came to an abrupt stop, shaking all four of us passengers into a jolt against the seatbelts with unamused grunts. Sam opened the door, slamming it behind him and jumping down, next to my passenger door.

“Here you are, m’lady.” He said, gesturing his hand like a servant would the queen. I giggled in that disgustingly girlish way girls giggle when they are head over heels in love with a guy and everything that guy does is just completely wonderful.

“Why thank you, kind sir."

Once we’d all made our way out of the beaten up pick-up truck, we lugged our possessions, including an eight man tent, a barbeque and two weeks-worth of clothes between us, into the clearing of the wooded area to set up camp.

At first glance I was mildly surprised by the natural beauty of the place; it was all that I expected and more.

Sam looked back and laughed, watching me feebly struggling with what felt like two tonnes of crap, “Ay-up, Darcy, come on.” I grunted, dragging the bags behind me, scuffing the floor.

“Hey, be careful with that, it’s got my laptop in.” Jamie said from several feet away, waiting for me with nothing in his hands, being entirely un-useful. I glared at him and he laughed, running away before I could reach him.

"Your laptop?" I screeched, "your laptop? A whole lot of use that is going to be out here." Plonking the stuff to the ground with a large thud, I fell not-so-graciously onto the pile of crap in exhaustion. Day one and I was already missing my bed. Only fourteen days to go.

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