Duncan's Diary

I watched the smoke from the fire rise over the piles of rock and sand, and wondered if I had done the right thing.  Truth be known, I wouldn't mind having few zombies show up right now to take out a little aggression on.  I couldn't get that little finger out of my mind, wondering what that poor child's final moments must have been like. 
I stood with my back to the fire, watching the waters of the canal go by when Up, my companion who was very tall and whose name I could never remember, called out to me.
"Company.  Fire must have brought them."
"How many?" I checked the surrounding area but couldn't see anything.  The water was to my back, as were the boats, so we could make an easy run for it if we had to.  Even if we coldn't get the boats started, we could cut the mooring lines and drift away.
Down, the shorter of my companions who was shorter than I was, came trotting back from the trees.  He was holding his rifle loosely in his hands, but I was glad to see the safety was on since he was pointing the barrel at my nuts.
"Has to be at least twenty.  Oh, sorry." Down apologized as I pushed the barrel away from me.
"Well, that's not a surprise.  Did you find anything else in the woods?"  I checked my AR mag, and loosened my Glock in it's holster.
"There's a boat ramp by the road, and an access to the main highway there." Down pointed to the bridge down the way where assorted zombies were milling about, unusre of what the smoke was, or even how to get to it.  As I looked over, one of the zombies tumbled over the rail and disappeared into the waters of the canal.
"Good enough.  We'll use it later, I'm sure.  Whoops, incoming."  A zombie was making its way across the loading yard, focusing on the two of us.  Down moved off to the left, bringing his rifle up, but I waved him down.  A shot would be more trouble than it was worth at this point, and we had what we needed to know right now.  The best thing to do would be to retreat and come back with more people. 
As the Z stumbled towards me, I waited until it got close, then I kicked it in the chest, tumbling it through the burning walls of the shed.  The flames quickly engulfed it, and the intense kerosene flames made short work of it.  It did manage to regain its feet before the fire reached it's brain, but only for a second.
Its not your killer, little ones, but it will have to do. I thought as I watched the flames flare bright red for a second, then return to normal.
I waved over to Up and Down.  "Time to get out of here."
"Walking back?"
"Nah.  Let's take the boat." 
Little did I realize the small decisions were the ones that effected us the most.