Lisa took a seat somewhere and closed her eyes as Chris put the revolver away and started snooping around hoping to find something useful. The place was a real mess. Whoever was here sure left in a hurry. As he went behind the counter, Chris found something behind a couple of boxes that was apparently overlooked. It wasn't a big deal, just an unopened bottle of beer. But after so many months of craving over something else other then water that beer looked real friendly right now. Chris grabbed the bottle, opened it and took a big sip from it.
"Aaaaahhh! Thank you God!" He said satisfied as he put the bottle on the counter, turned backwards, opened door and went inside the store room. Once again, nothing but an empty space.
"Shit! Talk about bad luck!" He said as he scratched his head, with a dissatisfied look on his face.
After opening the diner's back door Chris was outside again but he stumbled upon a horiffic scene. Four walkers were biting on a dead guy, eating him up. If his sister was with him she would probably freak out, totally exposing them. The walkers were so busy with their "meal" that they didn't even notice somebody opening the door behind them. As Chris was slowly trying to get back in the diner and close the door one of the walkers raised his head and noticed him. After he got up so did the other three. Chris got back in, closed the door and blocked it with some boxes. Knowing the boxes won't last, Chris ran to his sister.
"COME ON WAKE UP! WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!" Shouted Chris to his sister, shaking her real good.
"What the hell?" What are you so uptight about?" Said Lisa as she pulled Chris's hands away from her shoulders and struggled to get up all sleepy as she was.
"We gotta leave, there are walkers behind that door and they're struggling to get in." Said Chris pointing to the diner's back door.
After hearing the word walkers, Lisa freaked out like Chris knew she would.
"Walkers?! Oh my God. You're right, let's get out of here." She said as she ran to the car, followed by her brother. Once Chris got inside the car he started the engine and left in a hurry, taking a look behind him then back at the road and breathing deeply afterwards. But his sense of relief lasted only about a half a mile of driving because in the distance he saw hell itself. A huge hoard of walkers, probably hundreds. He abruptly stopped the car before they could notice them. The hoard seemed busy with something or somebody.
"Oh crap, what are we gonna do Chris? If that hoard notices us we're as good as dead." Asked Lisa concerned while looking at Chris who was just standing still with his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel.
"Chris? CHRIS!" She shouted grabbing Chris's right shoulder and shaking him.
"Shut up, i'm thinking!" He responded with a serious and concentrated tone. Then he started revving the engine as smoke started coming from the car's back tires.
After letting go of the brakes and stepping on the clutch the car bursted forward as Chris directed it out of the road and into the field. As Chris drove further and further away from the road he saw a couple of people struggling to leave in a Chevrolet Silverado truck. One of them in particular, a girl, attracted his attention.
"What the hell is she doing?" Chris asked without expecting an answer.
"Lisa get in the back!" He told his sister.
"What? Why?" She asked while looking at him puzzled.
"Just do it." Chris said as his sister eventually complied. Then he turned the car around, driving fast back to the road and stopping in front of the girl, hitting the brakes and lowering the window.
"Come on, you wanna stay here and die? Get in." Said Chris while reaching out with his right hand and opening the door for her as the walkers were getting dangerously close.
@Wick