Hell Bound (Book 1): A Vacation From Hell by Kathy Dinisi

pointing at the map.
                  “Let’s wait until night fall. They might just pass us by. If they are still there and a threat, then we will take the other way”
           I guess Mathew is right, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea walking over around in the dark. I guess we have to see what we are up against. If it isn’t this group of people it will be another group.
                  Around six in the evening, we can still hear people laughing and screaming. It sounds like they are having a party. We haven’t heard any gun shots in a while…. Maybe they ran out of bullets or are saving them. Either way this group of people are way too loud considering it’s a zombie apocalypse. Wouldn’t they be afraid of attracting zombies?
                  “Alright, we stay quiet and hidden, let’s see what these people are up too,” Mathew says to us. This is not how I imagined my vacation, being hunted by zombies and being scared of the human race.
                  It’s getting dark by the time we start walking towards the new group. We can hear their laughter, somewhere off in the dark, but we still can’t see their location. Mathew stops behind a tree and ducks, Kat and I follow behind him and duck behind a group of bushes.
         “What do you see?” I whisper into Mathew’s ear.
          Mathews face looks hard and stern, concentrating really hard, staring off in the dark, in front of us. His mouth is in a firm straight line, his breathing has slowed down.
        “I see fire up ahead,” he motions with his head.
          I try to look in the same direction, but see nothing but the dark sky. Kat nudges me and points towards a faint red and yellow glow. I finally see what they see; it’s a camp fire in a little opening in the bushes.
                  They don’t look so bad at the moment but knowing they still have guns worries me. Staying hidden for a little while longer, trying to studying the group in front of us.
                  I think I count ten of them, for what I can tell I can hear a woman’s voices, but can’t see where she is. Maybe it’s a family or something. Mathew signals us to follow him a little closer to their camp fire.
                   Mathew gets down on his belly and starts to crawl; I look back at Kat and nod my shoulders. I really don’t know what he’s doing but I’m not going to question him right now and give away our hiding spot.
                  Kat and I get down on our bellies and start to crawl towards Mathew. He finally stops about six feet in front of the group. Now that I can get a better look at them, there are six men and two women. They don’t seem to be any sort of threat.
      “That lady in the little car had no idea we were coming.”
         A little man on the left of the camp fire says, laughing and lifting a beer can to his lips, chugging it down. Then lets out a burp, you can hear it echoed throughout the quiet night.
       “I enjoyed how she begged for her life before I shot her in the head,” Another man said sitting next to the little man on the left.
        “I can’t wait to get my turn with that little red head we found,” The chubby man said coming out of a bush, zipping up his pants.
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 13
    We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones
     
                 
                 
     
     
                  They start laughing, as the little guy gets up from his lounge chair and grab a couple beers from an ice chest; he passes the beers around to the men sitting around the fire.             
            A scream echo’s out of the trees near the group’s camp site. The men start laughing again, “Mike must be having a field day with that one,” the chubby man says while sticking chewing tobacco in the