" Check your corners and don't panic." Bennie reminded us. "Got it." "Ok." Abigail and I replied. "On me." Bennie bellowed.

Bennie went first then followed by Abigail then me. I was the last man. My job is to make sure nothing sneaks up on us and double-check any threats in corners that the group passed through. Bennie crouched walk towards the back entrance, towards the still ringing clock. It's not loud per se but we can still hear it in the edges of our listening periphery. I presume we went this way to avoid the lumbering unclean that is slowly coming to the front of the house. Keep in mind, we don't know if they can see very well. But avoiding them altogether is the most logical move right now.

Passing through the kitchen Bennie checked the windows to make sure none were broken. Still ok so far. I kept my distance behind Abigail to make sure we had the wiggle room just in case, when the resounding thud came from the front door. We immediately stopped, clearly spooked by the sudden sound. Bennie kept looking straight. I looked at the door and guessed that we needed to do this fast.

I moved beside the back door as I tapped Bennie's shoulder. I kept still and watched the front door gripping the knife tight. Another thud resounded on the front porch. This time, it is the sound of the window being pounded. I was amused even in movies you know, that even in death, these creatures know that a door or a window can be broken through with enough force applied. But I'm guessing it's still on an instinctual level. Like a dog that knows a trick if you taught them enough. Just in this case, it's backwards. They know the trick but don't have enough intelligence on the how.

Bennie slowly unlocked the door and opened it carefully. Looking left and right, making sure that the unclean ones we need to be wary of are still the ones in front of the house. He went outside in a crouch jog, followed by Abigail, then me. I quietly closed the door and followed suit. Yup. They can hear well alright. In the distance, opposite side of the house I can already see a few lumbering unclean ones. Clearly looking for whatever makes the ringing sound. Lucky for us they still didn't see us. They are too occupied by the alarm clock. Bennie rushed to the hedge we hid from yesterday. Keeping his head down, he crouched on the edge and looked at Abigail and me. Making sure we are following him. Also watching our backs just in case something popped up. Abigail was the first to arrive beside Bennie. Bennie looked at me and nodded. He followed the hedge still crouch walking when I rounded the corner. Bennie lay flat on the ground, it was so quick that I thought something was wrong when Abigail also followed suit. I also laid down looking behind us making sure it was safe.

A few agonizing moments later, I saw Bennie flash 2 fingers. 2 contacts, probably part of the group of unclean in front. We still don't know if these creatures can see or not but it's better to er to the side of caution. That is when we heard the sound of glass breaking. Bennie slowly crawled towards the edge hedge leading the main road. We were quite a ways away from the main road but still, staying here now that it's compromise is just a recipe for disaster.

Abigail followed Bennie also in a crawl or be it in a somewhat funny manner. Ever seen a person in a dress crawl on the ground? It's that awkward to look at. But there is a silver lining to all of this.

I was behind Abigail also following their lead when I could see the bakery from here. The fucking bakery is goddamn open! Hell yeah! Damn! Even in this situation, men will be men.. Look at those badonkers! A perfectly shaped butt, a clearly defined crotch, and with a near see-through laces. Who can resist this kind of temptation? I can look away yes, but how would I see Bennie's hand signals then huh?

I can feel my private was saluting. I stopped momentarily. FUCK. I held the urge to curse loudly. You think it's funny. I thought to nobody in particular. Try low crawling while having a boner we'll see how easy you think it is. Scrapping my son in the dirt feels so fucking awkward. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. I raised my bum a bit making sure I don't hit my beloved son while crawling in the process even if I'm looking like a bitch parading my behind for the world to see. FUUUCCCKKKK it feels so uncomfortable. I hate this.

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I glanced back making sure our six is clear. I looked at Bennie again but because of the irrefutable fact even before the dawn of time, my eyes were drawn towards the singularity before me. The way it moves smoothly now. Clearly with a rhythm and a bit of a stretch. Oh, good lord. I can't raise my bum any higher than this. Please help me! If I raise it higher, the unclean ones would have a holiday looking to have a bite. Father in heaven have mercy.

I was taking deep breaths now. When my brain draws a blank. Like a person who reached Shangri-La, I stopped and stared blankly at what was in front of me. Abigail was in a spider-man-like crawl position readying to follow Bennie when I saw a wet patch in her crotch. It wouldn't be clear if you just ignored it but there is a wet part in her crotch right in front of me. My vision is not 20/20 but I know what wetting oneself looks like. I focused back at Bennie, he was completely still, holding up an open hand.

It signifies stop or hold still. That is when my nose smelled what he was getting at first. No wonder Abigail nearly wet herself. I can't see them but yeah it is starting to stink. It smelled like a kid who was left to dry in the summer sun for 3 days without taking a bath or not even changing their clothes. That is exactly how it smelled. I covered my mouth and nose and started to crawl in a near-deaf silent movement. Making sure I don't make a sound that would attract those unclean to where we are. Not even a fart. Shit! All of this crawling while my butt is out makes me want to fart all of a sudden. FUCK! A deadly fart in so many ways right now.

How stupid would it be to be labeled "killed by farting" on my grave's stone? Then another smell hit me. Smell of shit! Fuck this is why I don't trust those tv shows! I can't see them but I'm sure as hell smell them! it's like someone was shitting for three days then rubbing your shit on yourself and parading them for the world to smell. It was disgusting. It made me wanna puke so hard. Those movies that described people just walking right in front of the zombies and undead and killing them without flinching? Yeah, I figured that doesn't work in real life. That's why I call them unclean because whether we can kill them or not, you stay the fuck away from them.

Bennie slowly sat up looking at the front porch of the house and crouched walked towards a car wreckage near the main road. Seeing that it's clear around him including the inside of the car and below it. making sure no crawlies will bite his ankles off. He signaled us to come towards his position. Abigail slowly sat up near the edge of the hedge and slowly crouched walked towards Bennie.

I also followed their example.

When we linked up to each other again, Bennie asked, "Everybody ok?" Abigail and I nodded our heads silently. "Abigail stay here. Make sure to protect yourself and watch our backs. You'll be overwatch. Make sure nothing comes up to me and Richie." Bennie ordered. "Ok," Abigail answered.

Bennie took off his belt, wrapped both ends with his two hands, and said "Ready?" looking at me for a response. "Ready." I looked at the front porch of the house few windows were already broken and one of the unclean is still banging at the door. Two more followed the unclean who broke the window. I guess it was thanks to the sound of the windows breaking that the hedges were clear of threat right now. Lastly speaking the unclean who was staggering behind the group was the unclean soldier with all his gear and equipment. It has a sizeable chunk missing from his neck. Few holes in his clothes, bloody and battered it slowly followed the group heading towards the sound of another window breaking at the back side of the house.

"We need to bag him fast." Bennie hurriedly sat up and slowly crouch-walk towards the soldier. I followed Bennie holding a free hand on his back, making sure he knew I was following him. Our window of opportunity is closing and I'm sure as a hawk that Bennie ain't gonna let that slide.