Survival Instinct

by Kristal Stittle

Sergeant Alec McGregor, or Mr. Eggor as Alice had apparently been calling him until recently, looked down at the small girl sleeping against him. She had very blonde, wavy locks, and when they were open, vividly blue eyes. Currently, she was somewhat chubby and had a large gap in her front teeth. It looked like she had good bone structure though, and her future, at one time, held the chance of her becoming someone famous. The future was changed, though. Even if the zombies all suddenly dropped dead, this event would be a serious mark in history; a definite turning point. Alec wondered if he had played a hand in it; if something they had found in that jungle led to the nightmare he was now living. He looked over at Danny next. The boy wasn’t asleep, but he certainly didn’t look awake. His eyes were open, but he hadn’t moved in some time, except for his hand that was sticking out and riding the air currents. It looked like his mind was very far away. The kid was scrawny, all bone with some thready muscle attached to it. Short, too. It might just be the awkward teenage phase, but Alec didn’t have high hopes for him growing up to be a good-looking guy. His eyes were small, which made his forehead look big. If his brow line developed more, he could wind up looking like a bruiser. If he built up some more weight and muscle, that was. He also had a viscous rash of acne on his left cheek and jaw. He would grow out of it, and as long as he didn’t pick at it, ...