The taxi stopped
in front of me. All four of us, me, Josh, Drake and John went inside the taxi.
It was a very tiring day for us because we just finished volunteering for a
charity programme for the poor. I sat on the front seat with the driver and the
others were on the backseat. I shook the driver’s hand. He had a thick
moustache and a bald head. He looked very neat in the taxi driver uniform and
judging from his physical appearance, I thought his age was probably around 30
to 40 years old.
“To where shall
I drive this vehicle?” asked the driver. He looked very energetic and playful.
“To the nearest
Starbucks Café, please,” I replied.
“Alright, here
we go!” he said. On the way to Starbucks we had a little chat about global
issues, racism, politics and many more.
A few minutes
passed and we arrived there at Starbucks. We invited the driver to join us for
a drink. He agreed and we ordered our drinks. As we were enjoying our youth
with the great smell of coffee that filled the atmosphere, suddenly a customer
at the café screamed like a little girl. He was struggling convulsively on the
floor and all the customers were freaking out. We were wondering what was going
on when we saw drugs on that customer’s table. This was not going to end well.
After a few
seconds, he stopped. Red velvet pool of blood was around him and still pouring
out from his mouth. His eyes were wide open. He was dead. Just as I thought the
horrifying scene was over, they guy stood up. Oh my God! From that moment we
knew, he was not human anymore! He looked at John with lifeless eyes and
pounced on him. He ripped off John’s flesh with his teeth in a blink of an eye.
“John! No! Let
him go, Mister!” Drake screamed. He was trying to get the undead man away from
John when suddenly John kicked the man and torn Drake’s flesh. In a split
second, the whole cafeteria turned into them. Zombies!
Things were
getting out of control and chaos struck the city.
“Get into my
taxi! Hurry up!” the taxi driver said with a scared little girl’s face. We all
ran into his taxi and the engine sound started to fill the atmosphere. We
planned to drive to a building and barricade ourselves in there. It was chaos
everywhere and the driver was trying his best to get us away from the undead.
Soon after that, we found an abandoned, tall building.
***
We called for
help but we could not reach anyone. It was like the whole city was in anarchy.
We went to the rood of the building to get a better view of what was going on.
Suddenly, dozens of zombies broke through the roof’s door. To survive, we
fought to the death like the Spartan warriors. But the difference is we were
using baseball bats and metal pipes. One by one, the zombies fell, we sent them
straight to Hell!
Finally, after a
few minutes, we managed to kill them. All of them. Josh blocked the entrance.
Suddenly, we saw a helicopter coming this way.
“I think they
saw us, we’re saved!” I screamed with joy. But the driver was silent.
“What’s going on
Mister? Are you alright?” John asked. We were really shocked when we saw a bite
mark on his hand.
“This is the end
of me, kids.” He said while walking to the edge of the roof.
“Be a good adult
when you grow up, and never take drugs.” He said after a little chuckle. Blood
was already cascading out of his mouth.
“It was a great
pleasure meeting you sir,” I said.
“Me too, kid. Me
too.” He was preparing for the worst. In a split second, he jumped.
The sound of the
helicopter’s blades cutting the wind filled the atmosphere. Suddenly we found
something on the floor of the roof. It was the driver’s wallet. From that
moment we knew, his name was Sudin.
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