Jacob woke up first, half buried in dirt and with his brother’s feet in his face. His face felt as if someone has superglued half of it together with rocks and other crap. He looked up at the bottom of the house. The jagged escape hole was covered in debris. Jacob could hear movement above the debris.
“Wake up, Michael.” Jacob said as he shoved his brother.
Michael woke up then winced as the pain from the tear in his side screamed. He looked himself over and found himself and the wound caked in mud.
“The zombies! In the house can they get us?”
“No, apparently the closet collapsed covering our escape.”
“Well, that was easy enough,” Michael said with a weak smile. “The escape that is. What do we do now Jacob. This was your idea.”
“Crawl to the back of the house. There is a way out under the back porch.”
“Sounds easy. Is it?”
“Yea, how’s your side? That nail tore you up.”
“Got some dirt in it. Can’t be bad, right. At least it stopped bleeding. Let’s go.”
Michael started the crawl through the dirt toward the rear of the house.
“So that has been here since we were kids?” Michael asked after a moment.
“Since before dad left.” Jacob replied.
Michael growled. “Ass.”
“Tell me about it. You left it got worse. He beat me, locked me in the closet and forgot about me. I would show up two days later through the front door and he never questioned how. Never was so happy to be beaten and locked up.”
The two men crawled under the kitchen floor listening to the footsteps of the undead searching for a hint of life to chow upon. Michael winced as his dirt covered bandaid fell away and the wound bled.
Michael headed to the left corner and grabbed an aluminum sheet. He attempted to remove it but it resisted. Jacob came up from behind him.
“It’s not the exit. There is a loose piece near the center.” Jacob said and began toward the exit when a loud ripping noise stopped him and he turned.
“What the hell, Michael!”
Light from outside snuck under the house revealing blood on Michael’s hands and upon the ground near his side.
“Dude, you’re losing a lot of blood. We need to get that wrapped up and stopped.”
“I’m not staying under this house to be treated by Doc Brown,” Michael snapped.
“Look, you attracted attention so now we are stuck.”
Outside the covered porch the two men could see them roaming.
“Can they leave us alone for a damn hour. They are always around. I just want a moment to breath without death trolling me from outside a freakin porch.”
The creatures outside the enclosure stopped. They stood for a moment then began to rip the wooden slats from the back porch.
Both men stood and watched. Jacob crawled backward and tapped Michael to do the same. A second then a third slat disappeared revealing a pair of jeans working hard to make a hole. A second set of hands grasp the wooden slats and tore them from the porch. The jeans knelt and revealed a pale, dark-skinned face and a wide unnatural smile.
“Thank the Lord… we have survivors,” said the man.
“I knew I heard something a few days ago but it was in the garage over there,” said a second voice.
“We have a horde on the way. We have minutes,” said a third.
The man with the huge smile reached forward, “We are here to rescue you. Hurry time is short.”
Jacob began forward but Michael hesitated.
