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.


2. Two

“Where does this pole even go?” Brooke asked, looking at the interlinking tent poles completely dumbfounded. Jamie strutted over to her and exasperatingly sighed, as if it were obvious. He started locking the tent poles together to form a large arc that towered over our heads.

“There you go. It’s not that hard.” He said to annoy Brooke, in which he succeeded and she punched him in the arm. I laughed as I continued setting up the crappy disposable barbeque by the arrangement of camp chairs that placed chaotically in a circle, or, should I say; slightly dysfunctional square.

In the midst of striking a match to light the lumps of charcoal in the bottom of the barbeque I felt a pair of long, nimble arms pull me to a seated position on top of an all too familiar lap.

Ah, yes, the boy I happened to be madly love with, but not supposed to be because I was an awkward, bumbling fool and he was some sort of God. “Excuse me,” I said, facing him and raising my eyebrows and blowing out the match.

“You’re excused,” Sam laughed heartily, sweeping his mousey brown hair out of his eyes. He gave me an innocent beaming smile. I stuck my tongue out at him.

“If you weren’t so good with that thing I’d chop it off.” He said, smirking. I scoffed loudly and restrained myself from blushing.

“And how would you know whether I am good with my tongue or not?” I said, eyebrows raised so high I thought they might rip right off of my head.

He tapped his nose and fought back a smile. Heh. Leave me here to die. I blushed so hard I thought I was going to set on fire.

I got back to making the barbeque, trying to distract myself from the previous conversation. I began lighting the charcoal as I looked at the now fully-built tent. Jamie plopped down on one of the pathetic fold up chairs and sighed loudly, “I’m starving,” he said rubbing his stomach.

“Go get the food out of the bags then,” I smiled sweetly as he huffed and got up, retrieving the boxes of food next to the generators we'd set up. Opening a pack of beef burgers, we placed them on the makeshift barbeque and let them sizzle away.

Brooke came out of the tent with a guilty looking expression on her face. I looked at her, my face washed with confusion. She pushed her long brown hair out of her eyes.

“What? What is it?” I asked, as she looked increasingly suspicious.

She tapped her finger to her chin, “it looks like… we may have packed… the two compartment tent.” She had to stop herself from laughing and I looked at Jamie who looked like he was going to erupt in laugher. They’d planned this.

“Good going guys.” I said sarcastically, putting my thumb up in appreciation.

I looked at Sam who was stopping himself from smiling. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. “If you snore, I swear to God you will be sleeping outside.” Luckily I'd recovered from the previous fiasco.

“And…” Brooke added, “We only packed two beds.”

I sighed exasperatedly, “you’re useless.” I looked over at Sam who looked unfazed by the whole situation. I caught his attention and pointed at him. “I’m serious, you snore, you die.”

The smallest part of me was elated and jumping for joy that I got to spend a whole two weeks sleeping within touching distance of my current love interest. However the majority of me was furious, furious that it’d mean I’d spend more time with him and make a fool of myself on a regular basis because I was hopelessly nervous when I was alone with him.

After successfully grilling four burgers, we sat and devoured the well-earned meaty goodness in the growing shade of the evening. Eventually, the bottles of beer were cracked open and it was time to get jolly. As starts to holidays go, this one was pretty magnificent. As we soaked up the last rays of sunshine in our pathetic fold up deck chairs, and sipped on our slightly warm, poorly refrigerated beers, we looked amongst each other and shared a growing air of happiness and freedom. As four young and unmistakably drunk teenagers go, we were going to have one hell of a time over the coming two weeks. Let alone the weeks to follow…

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