Another Zombie Novel Chapter 1 part 2

The blast of cold air cause shivers to run down the girls spines, however it wasn't really the winds that brought the worst of the chills to their bones. No, it was the pair of emotionless decaying eyes that put the most of the panic in there eyes; the thought of what came next. It was the idea that they too, would aimlessly walk the world- like the hungry, mindless machines now infringing on their sanctuary.

The wind started to pick up, sending loose strands of hair to tickle their faces. Neither moved. The time had finally come for the hunters to become the prey.

"Alyssa."

"Yeah?"

"I think it's time to move now. When I say; run to the back as fast you can and lock the door, you hear?"

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me okay. Just do as I say."

"But-"

"Alyssa. This is no time to argue...Now!"

Within the blink of an eye Amanda untangled herself and flung at the creature. She pushed it back into the heart of the night screaming profanities as she went. Stunned Alyssa stood there. Everything was just happening so fast. After a couple of seconds of blinking in confusion, Alyssa finally snapped, turned and sprinted to the back of the church -bolting into the prayer room and slamming the door behind. She waited until she could hear the sharp click of the automated dead bolt before she turned to look at the room. It was a mess-to say the less. Empty cans of out-dated food littered the floor, collecting dust and housing the occasional mouse. Mold grew in the corners, spreading like fire, and paper scattered the desk and surrounding carpet. There wasn't much light but the unearthly green glow that pushed through the overgrown forest and penetrated the mud streaked window. It could have been a beautiful room, once, before the world fell into chaos. Like most things nowadays. But all that, had been lost.

Carefully, as to avoid any of the rusted metal tins, Alyssa picked her way towards the deep mahogany desk, glancing back over her shoulder every few seconds. She was waiting for the sound of fists thumping on wood; for her sister. Up close the pastor's desk took on a whole new life, the wear of it finally showing through. Its surface was marked with the carvings of names of probably those who were also trapped in this God forsaken room. Alyssa ran her fingers along the indentations, feeling the life inside the wood.

Hours passed, the night started to fade into the subtle colors of the morning sun. The puke-pink filling the sky, followed by its brothers of reds and oranges. Rain had filled the soundless dark with its soft pitter-patter as liquid ice fell from the clouds. Along the way -into the wee hours of solitude, Alyssa must have fallen asleep; because as a hazy light cascaded into the room, the young blonde sat up -rubbing sleep from her eyes.Her hair was damp from the humidity of the Georgia summer air. It took her a few moments to come to her sense and realize where she was and how she got there. Following that recollection of thought, Alyssa bolted up and rushed to the door -stepping on every can along the way.

"Amanda!" She yelled, throwing the heavy door open and bursting into the sanctuary.

The church was silent, nothing moved or even made a sound. Five metal chairs lay strewn into the aisle, the only indication of anything being our of place. The eerie emptiness of the sanctuary caused Alyssa to shrivel up in fear; eyes darting back and forth. Afraid of another infected stumbling in, she fumbled her way back into the the backroom where she fell to her knees. It was quite, too quite....