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An unfinished post apocalyptic story, including realistic 'zombies' ~UNFINISHED~ |
| Chapter One Episode 1 My eyes flickered toward the sky, light puncturing my cornea and enriching my fresh migraine. We had been wandering for days, five, to be exact, through the forest, searching for a good place to hold up. It was my idea, and I guess I'm to blame for their frustration, after all, how could I have been sure? How could I have been absolutely, and undeniably positive, that we would be safe? I told Amy that we weren't going to stop; we weren't going to set up camp. Not after Wednesday. There are only seven of us left, and I'm not sure whether Desmond is going to make it. Emily's been doing everything in her power to keep the fever down, but it's rising by the hour. He's sweating more than we can hydrate, and it can't be more than forty five degrees, not taking wind into account. She tells me it's an infection. The half-moon shaped wound on his forearm has a yellow tint around the edges, and is scabbed over as a crimson red, still bleeding. Desmond let out a grunt as he stumbled. "Ain't no hell like the present, eh doc?" He mumbled to Emily. "Don't talk, Desmond, you need to keep your strength." As we reach the height of the mountain, I gaze about the fields, and forests beyond. My breath escapes me. It may have been altitude sickness, or, it may have been the sudden realization that we're alone out here. Either way, I feel the sudden urge to sit down. Episode 2 Itâs been two weeks since Amy and I saw the initial reports on the news. People eating people. But these aren't some pop-culture horror creatures, no. Theyâre worse. More terrifying than anything Romero could have cooked up in a script. These people are alive. They breathe, they bleed. Theyâre feral, non-sentient, vicious human beings. âWe need to get moving again, we can reach that house within the next couple of hours.â I said, pointing down towards a good sized farm house a mile or so out from the base of the mountain. âWe can stay there for a few nights, but we need supplies, more than just food and water. We need weapons, batteries, tools, a vehicle or twoâŚâ My eyes met Amyâs, she knew where I was going with this, and she didn't like it. Neither did I. âWe need to get into town.â I looked down at the glock on my waist. Was this going to be enough to make it into town? It had to be, at least until we could get some other weapons. Maybe we could find a rifle in the house we were headed for, but what good could that do when there are so many of them? Emily helped Desmond to his feet, and Amy trailed close behind me. âI donât see any trails, or roads leading down, so just watch your step and listen for ANYTHING that doesn't sound human.â I announced, beginning the descent. We walked for forty-some minutes before reaching the bottom of the mountain. âAlright, the house is a mile or so in this direction.â We walked slowly, keeping pace with Desmond, who was losing energy. When we finally reached the clearing, the house was in sight. A truck was in the driveway, Farm Use tags slapped onto the license plate. âLetâs get inside, make sure itâs safe, I don't see a town car but there could still be one of them inside.â I motioned Declan forward. He was an average-built teenager, the kind who joked about world-consuming apocalypses. He kept a sword, black steel with a sharp edge on him at all times. It did the job, and it did it well. We moved forward quietly, as I drew my gun, ready to open the front door. As I reached for the handle, a loud banging came from a nearby chicken-coop, followed by snarling, and hens, screeching in pain. "Come with me Declan, and get the door." we marched slowly toward the coop, sword and gun drawn, and held firmly. Declan ripped the door open, very sharply. Staring face to face with its bloody face, I fired my weapon into its head. I reached down, and lifted it off of the ground by the tail. "Dinner." I declared. "Why would we eat that, when there's an entire coop of chickens, ripe for the picking?" Desmond questioned, weakly. "This thing already shredded them to bits, there couldn't have been more than three chickens." Amy looked to me. "Couldn't it carry some kind of disease?" She asked softly. "Of course it does, but a nice hot fire will cook it clean." Declan and Jeremy checked the house thoroughly while I cleaned the opossum. "Safe!" Declan shouted out of the second story window. Amy started a fire for me to cook on, and for the first time in over a week, we all ate at a table, like human beings. Episode 3 âAMYâ I yelled, flying through the house. I pulled the drawers out of our nightstand, and they clattered to the floor. Nothing. âAMY!â I shouted again, louder this time. Where were the keys? We needed to get out of here. I scrambled down the steps and into the living room, flipping the couch, and the chair that her mother had bought us as a housewarming gift. Still no keys. I burst through the front door, and time seemed to stand still as my brain processed what I was seeing. There she was, face down in a pool of her own blood, her arms covered in the same crescent wounds left on all of the victims. âNoâŚâ I said softly. âNo, noâŚâ Tears began to swell. âNo!â I collapsed under the weight of the infected man who had just slammed into me. His teeth dig in, and I felt nothing. I woke with a start, sniffing loudly and grabbing my arm where I was bit. âIâm ok⌠I said softly. It was just a dreamâŚâ Amy woke lazily beside me. âIs everything alright?â She asked softly, pulling the blanket back over top of her. âYeah, yeah, just a dream.â I said quietly, sinking into the bed, and repositioning myself. âJust a dreamâŚâ Morning came, and with it the smell of eggs wandered up the steps and under our door. âIs that real?â Asked Amy in a half woken daze. âYeah, I think soâ I said, plowing down the steps to see. âWhere the hell did you get those?â I asked Declan, who was frying eggs over a wood fire in the living room. âthe chicken coop, dumbass.â He said with a grin. âGo wake the others, and have Emily check on Desmond.â I went upstairs, opening doors and waking everyone, except for Emily, who was already awake at Desmondâs bedside. âHeâs getting worse.â She said softly. âHe wonât make it without those antibiotics.â We had already searched the house top to bottom for anything that could work. âWell then Declan, Jeremy, and I leave within the hour.â Desmond coughed loudly. âEmily let me talk to Isaac alone for a moment, alright?â She cocked her head at him, and pursed her lips, but with much distress she left the room. âIâm not going to make it, man. I figure itâll take time for you to get there and back, another day at least, and even if you do, Iâm already infected.â He looked so sure. âWhat do you mean youâre infected?â I questioned. âCome on man, donât you watch movies? Itâs the bite that gets you, how else would the disease spread this rapidly?â I let out a sigh, knowing he was probably right. âWell what are we supposed to do, let you change and keep you as a pet?â I tried to give it the same whole hearted humor he would. âNoâŚâ He said softly, âI want you to kill me.â I was shocked, more so than I should have been. Of course he wanted to die, who wouldnât if they had the choice? âAlright, well, I suppose Iâll talk to the others at breakfast.â I said, worried of their reactions. âSend Emmie up with my plate, please, I want to talk to her myself.â I nodded, heading downstairs. I sent Emily up with her and Desmondâs food. Amy had the table set, plates, and forks. It was nice for it to have such structure to it, even if we were just eating eggs. We all sat, and my eyes met with each person individually, except for Eric. He was silent, as he has been for the past four days. None of us could blame him, the kid watched his mother get eaten alive by the infected. âWe have something to discuss.â I said, with a strong voice. âDesmond has made a decision concerning his current state, and I think we should give him what he wants.â I explained the entire situation, and Desmondâs decision. Everyone agreed, uneasily, that it had to be done. âIâll do itâ I told them. âHe saved my life, and I owe it to him.â I took a deep breath, and stood, headed for Desmondâs room. Emily was crying, clung to his arm like a child to a much loved toy. âIâd like it to be taken care of now, if possible, Isaac; I donât want the thought of death to soak in my mind for too long.â He told me. The most difficult thing about it was having to walk past everyone on our way out. Desmond was near silent, and just nodded to them as if nothing was going on. We walked to the barn a few yards away from the house. Desmond laid on the concrete floor, it was a wonder he made it this far standing. âIf you donât keep her safe, Iâll haunt you, you know that right Isaac?â I laughed, smiling down at the man I was about to kill. âDonât tempt me; itâd be nice to see you now and then.â He let out what seemed to be a mixture of a laugh and a lung splitting cough. âGoodbye, Isaac.â He said weakly. I drew my gun from its holster, and pointed it at his heart. âIâm sorryâŚâ I choked out, as I pulled the trigger. The muzzle flashed, the bullet dug in, and he felt nothing. Chapter Two Episode One I knelt down at the corner of the building, and signaled Declan to move up. There were three infected in the street ahead, crouching over the corpse of a black lab, like vultures over road-kill. Declan snuck forward, drawing his sword, he passed strait by me. âNo!â I called out in a hushed voice. One of the mindless creaturesâ heads snapped up at the noise, instantly seeing Declan. He flourished the dark blade, driving it into the chest of the hundred and forty-some pound beast. As he retrieved his weapon from its heart, he made a full rotation, slicing the throat of the smaller of the two, now attentive men. The other one caught him by surprise, lunging forward and taking him to the ground. He struggled against its strength, its teeth snapping wildly at him as he held it back with the broadside of the blade. With a loud bang, my sidearm threw a bullet through the beastâs shoulder. It screeched in pain, toppling back, and thrashing. Declan was free of the infected manâs grasp, but not of his own frustration, and anger. His right leg reared back, and barreled at full strength until his boot connected with the creatureâs ribcage. Following the sickening snapping noise that came with the breaking of several bones, was the deafening blast of the creatureâs cry. It was comparable to a nail on a chalkboard, but with the decibel level of a gunshot. Other cries followed in the distance, but these werenât of pain. The cries that followed were of undeniable and unalterable rage. âWhat the fuck was that?â asked Declan, regaining his composure. I didnât speak, rushing forward and grabbing his wrist, I pulled him onto the curb and broke into a shop, which was pitch-black inside, due to boards on the windows and door. âIf you ever get that reckless again I swear to god Iâll eat you alive myself.â I muttered quietly. âWere they responding to it?â He asked, ignoring my scolding. âIâm not sureâŚâ I peeked through a crack of light shining through the boards. There were seven, five men, two women. âYou summoned the shit-storm, kid.â I muttered. He looked out, and it was quite obvious at that moment that he was utterly terrified. âI donât know how weâre going to get out of this any time soon.â I muttered. We had to leave Jeremy at the diner with the girls, who else would look after them? If only we had some walkie-talkies, or something of the sort to keep connected. âWe may as well look around, itâs a small town, and I didnât see many broken windows in the shops, maybe this place wasnât looted.â I pulled out the small flashlight that Amy had given to me before we left the diner and turned it on. The room lit up, and the shop made itself known. The door had been locked tight, but itâs still nothing short of a miracle that it was untouched by the looters. I smiled at Declan. âWe do this the safe way, alright? No charging in there swinging at a crowd of mindless killing machines.â I ordered. âWe let them come in the front door; if they funnel in theyâll be easier to manage.â He nodded. We had stumbled into a pawn shop; wall to wall with every miscellaneous item you could imagine it possible to kill someone with. I smashed the display case on the front desk with the butt of my handgun. I reached in, pulled the lightweight short sword off of its stand, and secured its sheath to my belt. âIsaac, do you think you might want this too?â He said, eyeing the small buckler, around a foot and a half in diameter. âAbsolutelyâ I said, grinning from ear to ear. I secured the steel buckler to my left arm, and unsheathed my sword, facing the door, ready for combat. âOpen it.â I ordered. âI want you to stay close; donât get in the middle of things. Just spot me, in case I fall, or Iâm overwhelmed.â Declan nodded, opening the door, and springing behind me. The first of the infected to notice the door open wandered forward curiously. When I caught its gaze, it rushed without warning, charging toward me at full speed. I gripped the ground with the toes of my feet, and sprung forward, putting all of my weight into the buckler, and slamming into the mindless manâs chest. He toppled back, falling to the floor, and gaining the attention of the rest of the group. Raising my sword, I drove it into his chest, retrieving it, and slicing into the shoulder of the next. As it fell, I used my shield to bash into the skull of the female that followed. She died on impact, and the next followed. As it lunged forward, I ducked to the right, pushing off of the wall with my foot and launching the infected towards a prepared Declan with my buckler. The creatureâs body fell, and its head followed soon after. The battle continued, six bodies lay dead on the floor. Declan let out a celebratory âwhoopâ grinning madly at me. My body relaxed, and I slid down the wall. âWell, letâs see what we can find in here and-â The weight of the large infected male is what silenced me. The 210 pound man leaned into my buckler, holding me to the floor. I couldnât support the weight for much longer, but then again, I didnât need to. I heard the metallic clink of Declanâs sword connecting with my buckler, through the back of the large creature. I was silent, adrenaline coursing through every vein. âNote taken, never forget the count.â Declan said with a shaky voice. Episode Two We had trouble with seven of them. Five fully grown men, and two women, putting every ounce of energy they had into trying to kill us. Now, peeking around the corner into a damp alley, I wonder how many are in the mass. I speak as quietly as possible. âDeclan weâve got to go another way, there are too many.â He nodded, and we trailed off in another direction. Picking off the few infected we passed, we made it to an electronics store. âPut all the batteries you can find in your bag, we can come back for more later.â I told him, scanning the shelves. I grabbed three sets of walkie-talkies. âI donât know how these shops werenât looted.â I said quietly. Virtually every store in town was fully intact. âDo you think maybe this disease spread so abruptly no one could gather supplies?â Declan was silent, he didnât really question how it happened; the only thing he had going on in his mind at that moment was what he needed to grab. âFlashlights and laser pointers, these things will respond to them, just like any animal.â I told him. âDo you think this would work?â He asked, holding up a hand Taser. âThey have a nervous system, and youâve already proved that they feel pain with the little fit you threw earlier, so I donât see why it wouldnâtâ I nodded my head towards it and held out my hand âToss it here and look for moreâ I slipped back behind the counter, opening drawers and scanning shelves. âYou think we could use an old CB?â Declan asked me from the back room. âThat could come in great use, might even help us find another group.â I told him. He fit the small radio into the large compartment of his backpack. âThatâs about all I can carryâ He told me, âespecially after everything we grabbed from the pawn shop.â I nodded. My bag was full too, and Iâm sure his bag was starting to feel just as heavy as mine. âNow comes the hard part.â I told him âYou know how to steal a car?â We started down the street, going from car to car, checking locks, and hoping for the best. âDonât go for any stupid shit, mustangs and hummers are all good and well, but we need something thatâll save gas.â I told him. âElectric cars are a no-go as well, the powerâll go out in the city at any moment, and even if we find a generator weâll be burning twice the gas to charge it.â A low growl came from around one of the corners. âShh-shh-shhâ I motioned for Declan to hide behind the car, and snuck forward, drawing my sword. âThat didnât sound human, Isaac, well, I mean-â I shushed him, swinging around into the street, facing down the alley. Two green eyes glowed from the darkness. They were a couple feet off the ground. The growling continued, followed by a grimy bark, making the identity of the creature known. âItâs just a do-â I began speaking, but stopped as soon as the demonic-seeming creature began its charge. âSHITâ I shouted swiping at it with the face of my shield. I connected with its head, sending it flying a few feet with a whimper. âAnimals can be infected too?â I prepared myself for the dog to attack again. As it stood, a line of drool followed its mouth, dripping to the ground. It charged again, this time, jumping up, and attempting to knock me over. I blocked itâs body with my shield, and attempted to push it off. As it fell it whipped itâs head, snapping at my arm, and catching a portion of my shirt. I forced my sword into its neck, and twisted it. The dog let out a sharp cry, followed by a momentary thrashing, before falling over, dead. âWe need to get out of here, in case the others heard. Just break into one.â I ordered. The hilt of Declanâs sword rose, coming down directly into the front window of the car. And with the shattering of the glass, came the alarm, blasting away at our eardrums. Even louder, though, were the screams of rage in the distance. âGET IN, GET IN!â I shouted, unlocking the doors from the inside. Episode Three The car roared to life, as I accelerated, the large group of infected erupted from the corner, headed for the middle of the road. âShit, hold tight weâre about to hit one!â I yelled out, slamming on the gas. The front right corner of the midsized Sudan slammed directly into the hip of a large male, throwing it over top of the car. It landed in the road, bouncing once, and struggling to get back up. We were gone long before it could scramble to its feet. We flew out of town, headed for the Diner where the others were waiting. âIf animals can be infected too, do they pose more of a threat to us than the people?â Declan asked. I shook my head. âAbsolutely not, humans are the highest populated creatures on the planet, the more there are, the more dangerous theyâll be.â He nodded. âBut, if we were to come across, a bear, or a mountain lion, wouldnât they be more dangerous at that moment?â âWe donât have time to worry about that right now, we need to get back to the diner with these supplies.â I told him. âTell me what weâve got.â He began looking through our bags. âBatteries, a couple of handguns, ammunition, a baseball bat, some knives, your sword and shield, Toilet paper, antibiotics, bandages, a couple first aid kits, and a Taser.â I sighed. âThatâs all? You didnât find anything else?â He pulled out the CB radio we had found in the electronics shop. âWell thereâs this, but I donât know if it even works.â I eyed the radio. âWeâll see when we get to the diner, just pack everything up.â I slowed down, and came to a complete stop outside of the diner. âTake your pack inside, Iâll grab mine, and the radio.â I said. He nodded, carrying his pack inside. I gathered my things, taking a closer look at my short sword, and buckler, now that I had the chance. They were both made out steel, lightweight, and strong. I smiled. âWhat a findâŚâ I got out of the car, and entered the diner. |