Lyric jerked awake to a blaring siren. Marcus was already dressed and yanking on his boots.
“A drill?” Lyric asked rubbing her eyes.
“Maybe, but I don't think so.”
She sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed. “Be careful.”
Marcus nodded, his expression serious. “I will, Hon.” He gave her a quick kiss and left. Lyric changed from her pajamas into jeans and one of Marcus's sweat shirts. Leaving the light off, she went to the window peering out the blinds to see if she could see anything. Gun shots rang out. It wasn't a drill. Not wasting any time Lyric yanked a half full backpack out from under the bed. After a quick look over the contents, she began adding a few things. Taking Marcus's handgun from the nightstand she strapped the holster on and packed extra ammunition.
Screams and increasing gun fire, grew louder outside, but Lyric forced herself to ignore it and focus on survival. A loud slam against the door, caused her to jump. Fumbling out the handgun, she slowly walked to the door.
Another slam, followed by a voice this time. “Damn it Lyric, we gotta go. Open the f-ing door, Marcus is waiting.”
Quickly she shoved the gun in the holster and unlocked the door. Ira, Marcus's best-friend, pushed the door open. “Come on.”
“One sec.” She muttered, grabbing the bags and following him out. A few men dressed in military grab ran passed them, giving Ira a quick nod. Other wise the place was empty. Ira led her out an emergency exit and around the building to where Marcus sat in a jeep. He started as Ira opened the door, his hand going for his weapon, then he relaxed slightly seeing it was them.
“Come on, we've got to get the hell out of here.” He said, as Lyric climbed in the back. Ira took the front seat with a death grip on his gun.
As Marcus peeled out, Lyric asked. “What happened?”
“The fence fell, they got through... and the zombies have changed.”
“What do you mean they've changed?” Lyric asked as they barreled down the road away from the carnage.
A harrowed looking figure stumbled into the road. Marcus didn't even slow down, Lyric squealed as the jeep clipped the person send him or her flying off the road.
“Lyric.” Marcus growled. “I'm trying to drive and save your life.”
Clenching her teeth, Lyric squeezed her eye's shut, doing her best to ignore every bump and thump the vehicle hit. She ventured a peek when they slowed, a gated fence blocked the road. Ira got out cautiously he walked over to the gate shot the chain and opened it.
Marcus glanced back at her, “Sorry, I snapped.”
“It's ok, we're trying to survive a zombie apocalypse I shouldn't be squeamish.”
He chuckled, “You can be squeamish.”
Ira hopped back into the jeep. “Sure can, Princess, I'd be crushed if you weren't. It'd ruin my image of vapid beauty queens.”
Lyric gave him a wane smile, as Marcus eased the Jeep through the gate. This area was heavily forested and seriously dark at night.
Turning on to the main road, Marcus glanced at her in the rear view mirror. “Where to, you're the only native new yorker in the vehicle?”
Lyric could only think of one place to go at this point. “Head toward Carthage. We'll go to my Aunt and Uncle's Survival School.”
“Where's that?” Ira asked, turning to look at her over the seat.
“Up in the Adirondacks. Deep in the woods. I've only been there a handful of times, but I know the way and if any one has survived this thing, it's Uncle Dan, Aunt Tera and Indie.”
Author's Note: Unedited Version