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It’s been a month since we picked up the kid. He’s odd, that’s for sure. South Park, as we’ve been calling him, is a scrawny blonde kid in a puffy orange parka that he refuses to remove under any circumstances. He’s very young, looks maybe ten years old at most. We found him in a zombie infested town of that namesake in the middle of nowhere Colorado.
He was so dirty and blood soaked when I found him that when I brought him back to the others, Tallahassee shot at him, mistaking him for another zombie. Fortunately for South Park, he missed. If I hadn’t seem him blow the head off a zombie with a shotgun, I’d have thought he was one too.
He doesn’t talk. Doesn’t scream or cry, just watches in silence, waiting for the next attack. Probably traumatized by the things he’s seen and had to do to survive. The only time I’d ever heard him speak was just after I’d found him. He gave a, heavily muffled due to the parka, apology and goodbye to whoever the zombie had been, before joining me to regroup with the others. Judging from the size he’d been another kid.
God only knows how long he was alone in that town before we found him but judging from the way he eats like he’s never seen food before and the way he kills zombies, it’s been a long time. I can’t imagine what being alone in Zombieland is like for a kid so young. At least Little Rock had Wichita.
He’s a deadly fighter. Then again, you’d have to be, stuck in a place like that. He fights with such skill and efficiency you’d think he’d been doing this for decades. He kills unflinchingly with zero hesitation. Just as bad as Tallahassee except he seems to try to make the kill happen as fast as possible. Maybe he sees it as a mercy, like putting down a rabid dog.
I don’t know what happened in that town and we can’t get anything out of the kid but one thing’s certain. There weren't any survivors. Anyone else had either ended up a zombie or died at the hands of one.
Strangely, I have dreams where he dies, torn apart by zombies. They're vivid, scarlet splattering everywhere in a mess of gore. They're so real sometimes I question if they're really dreams. They feel more like memories. But that's not possible. South Park is always sleeping next to us whenever I wake up from one.
It isn't all that strange to have dreams about members of the group dying or becoming zombies on occasion, as is the expected fate of everyone in Zombieland. The frequency of the dreams has me suspecting there's something more to it though. I want to bring it up but I seem to be the only one who thinks there's something of and I know he isn't going to tell us anything.
Maybe I'm just paranoid. Maybe something about this kid has me finally realizing that we'll all eventually be wiped out. That we're just prolonging our own gruesome fates. Not South Park though. I don't know why but I can tell he'll survive this. If there is anyone that could survive Zombieland indefinitely, I know it would be him. I just don't know if that would be a blessing or a curse.