Zombie Apocalyse.

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x.Rachel

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I'll be posting in here quite a lot, posting the "Chapters" when I finish writing them.

I'm not sure what to call it, of you've got any idea whatsoever, say it please! :)

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The dusty asphalt below me blurred, as I felt a surge of adrenaline race through my veins. The steady thump of my footsteps and the rhythmic rise and fall of my chest echoed in my ears. The pain in my side intensified, slowing me down momentarily. I couldn’t stop now. A bead of sweat past my forehead, and down my red face. My outstretched leg connected with a large rock, causing me to fall forward. Next thing I knew, I was sprawled on the scorching pavement. I slowly got up, choking back the tears from the pain in my elbow. I break into a jog, slowly increasing my pace, until I am sprinting again. In between my ragged breaths, I whispered one word to myself.

“Survive.”

My mind swimming with the remnants of a dream I cannot quite remember, I slowly lift one of my heavy eyelids. Sunlight fills my vision, and I moan, stretching my tired limbs. I slowly turn my head, and see Scarlett, her black hair everywhere like an inky octopus, the result of a restless sleep. I leaned over her, she was still deep in slumber. My thoughts drift to our sleepover last night. We promised to be best friends forever. We shook hands, promising that whatever happens, we’ll always go through everything together. I smiled to myself, before quietly getting out of bed. I walked to the bathroom, and brushed my tangled light brown hair. I pulled on my faded blue jeans, and my army print t-shirt. I heard Scarlett waking back in my room. I softly told her, “I’ll be in the kitchen.” I thumped my way down the stairs, into our small kitchen. Pouring myself a bowl of cereal, I turned on the TV. I flipped the channels, looking for my favourite cartoon. As I was passing thorough the channels, a news story caught my eye. At first I couldn’t make much sense of it all. Words like “Experimentation”, “Biochemical” and “Electroporation” were repeated by the frightened looking newscaster. I thought nothing of the news stories, and proceeded with going about my day.

Little did I know, today was the beginning of the end.

 
The ringing of the phone pulled me out of my own thoughts, and I emerged from the trance-like state I was in. Approaching the phone, I saw Scarlett out of the corner of my eye. I spoke into the receiver,

“Hello?”

My Mother replied back, with a hint of panic in her usually calm tone.

“Hailey, I‘m coming home from work early.”

“Mom, Why?”

“You haven’t heard yet?”

“Mom…What happened..?” I ventured.

Her voice came out in nothing more than a choked whisper.

“Something is happening. We have to leave.”

I heard a soft click, and I realized the line went dead. I turned, and looked at Scarlett. Her puzzled expression told me that she knew no more than I did. I walked back over to the TV, and found the local news station. The newscaster from before appeared on the screen.

“The world is in a state of panic that is sweeping the nation. An outbreak never before observed by human kind. Biological experiments gone wrong have ‘mutated’ humans into zombies. Armed forces have tried to contain these creatures, to no avail. Their bite causes any human to turn into one. There have been numerous recommendations to evacuate the country immediately.”

Panic. Zombies. Evacuation.

Scarlett and I stood up, as we heard the turn of a key in the door.

“Where are we going?” I shouted

“To the airport. Scarlett, your parents are in the van. They have your things packed. Hailey, pack your suitcase. Be quick.” My mother sharply told us.

Without hesitation, I raced up the staircase, tripping as I reached the top. “You’re so clumsy.” I thought to myself. I got up quickly, and flung open my closet door. I fumbled with the zipper on my duffel bag, and with shaking fingers I opened my drawers. Because our destination was unknown, I packed all the different clothes I could fit. I half dragged my bag down the stairs, and rushed out the door, into our van.

The long and uneventful drive to the airport was silent. Tension was thick between the five of us. As we pulled up to the terminal, I sat upright and gaped at the crowds of people. We exited the van, and promised to stay with each other. The automatic doors slid open, and we entered the airport. Complete pandemonium. A bright flashing screen caught my eye. “All flights cancelled.” Scarlett and I turned to inform our families. Gone. We panicked, and pushed our way out of the crowd. Gone. We exited out a different terminal. A woman’s scream reverberated in my ears. I saw tears welling in Scarlett’s emerald eyes. I grabbed her shoulder, and hailed a taxi. We were going back home.

The taxi driver silently drove us back home. Our parents. Gone. A small tear escaped my eye, my chin quivering. I had to stay strong. For my sake, and for Scarlett’s.

I peered out the window to our empty driveway. I gave the taxi driver what little money I had packed, and climbed out.

“My house…We’ll go to my house…” Scarlett whispered.

I nodded my head in agreement, and we set out. Our shoulders bearing the awful weight of our bags, we trudged on.

Our long journey was highly uneventful, until we reached the highway. Police cruisers were set ablaze, the roaring flames with a life of their own. Frightened, we ran across the highway, dodging the heavy traffic. Throwing my bag down on the yellowed grass, I dropped to my hands and knees. Scarlett, still standing, cursed loudly at the top of her lungs. I lifted my chin, and saw hell on Earth.

It couldn’t have been real. I was convinced at any moment, my Mom would be shaking me, rousing me from a deep and peaceful sleep. I pinched myself, a sharp pain spread across my skin, and quickly faded.

Several frantic screaming people ran by, screaming, and holding their loved ones in their arms. Blazing fires rose high, consuming all in their path. Gunshots rang out into the evening air, buildings collapsing in the distance. A man behind me yells one word, that causes my knees to buckle. “ZOMBIES!”. My head swung around, and I saw them. Grey decaying flesh clung to their gaunt frames, blood seeped from wounds inflicted on their bodies. Ripped and tattered clothing adorned their undead skeletons. Beside me, I saw Scarlett feverishly searching her worn black bag. My eyes widened as she drew out a thin long blade. She looked at me with a solemn expression on her face, holding the machete at her side. “I came prepared.” She muttered. As the zombies approached in the distance, a middle aged woman beside me shrieked, her eyes rolled back on her head, and she fainted, landing on the ground with a sickening thud. Scarlett and I turned back, and we ran in the opposite direction. My hands clenched into a tight fist, I pumped my legs rhythmically forward, fear clouding my mind in a thick fog.

My stomach dropped, and my blood ran cold as I approached a lifeless corpse. We came to a halt, silently staring at the cadaver. A large chunk has been torn out of the arm. “A zombie bite.” I thought. Under the burnt orange glow of the streetlights, I saw a glimmer of silver. I slowly reached into the man’s pocket, and drew out a small black and silver handgun. I glanced at Scarlett, and she gave me a small nod. I quickly pocketed the weapon, and glanced at the body. A loud, guttural moan sounded from the body. I swiftly stepped back, and watched, petrified, as the body slowly stood up. It slowly rocked back and forth on both feet, and in a flash, it lunged for us. Frozen with fear, I was rooted to the spot. I felt the hot breath on my skin, the pungent smell of rotting flesh filled my nostrils, the zombie had it’s hand around my neck, restraining me. A loud crack penetrated my dying moment, and the zombie was still. It slumped over, releasing me, as it dropped to the ground.

I turned to see Scarlett with her arm outstretched, knife bloody to the hilt. Behind her, almost hidden in the shadows was a tall slim boy with sandy blonde hair. My eyes darted to his small black revolver clutched in his hand. I uttered incomprehensible sounds, and he embraced me. “Thank you.” Scarlett said gratefully. “This is my friend Hailey. My name is Scarlett.” She briefly stated. “I’m Jeremy.” He said, outstretching a blood spattered hand. I pressed my small hand into his weathered one, and we shook hands. “Where are you going?” He inquired. “We have nowhere.” I gloomily told him. “Follow me.” He told us, in a gruff tone. Scarlett glanced at me. I returned to her a small smile. It came out as a grimace. We followed Jeremy, hoping to find safety.

There it stood. Dark and menacing, like a shadowy void . The gap between the two old abandoned houses, cold and uninviting. Worn brick crumbled at the touch, littering the cracked ground. “We can rest here.” Jeremy stated. Scarlett stepped into the alleyway first, vanishing into it’s murky darkness. Silence. I ventured into the darkness, and heard my best friend scream at the top of her lungs. A low growl filled my ears, and I heard a wet crunch. I flung myself toward the noise, and felt my fist come into contact with icy cold skin. I kicked, and felt the body collapse on the floor. A light flooded alleyway, and I saw Jeremy’s silhouette clutching a flashlight. I gasped in horror, as I saw my best friend. Sprawled on the ground. Dead.

“NO!” A loud cry escaped my lips, as I knelt down beside Scarlett. Jeremy pulled the body of the zombie aside, as I sobbed at Scarlett’s side. I though of the promise we had made, just days earlier. “Whatever happens, we’ll go through everything together…”

I noticed a chunk of flesh missing in her left arm, her clothes soaked with blood. I didn’t want to accept the fact she would become one of them in due time. I glanced at the bloody ground beside her, and saw her knife bloody to the hilt. I wiped it off on my shirt, and pocketed it. I knew what I had to do. My best friend wasn’t coming back.

I reached for my handgun, the smooth metal cold to the touch. My hand shakily grasped the top of the slide, and slowly pulled it back. My index finger on the small trigger, I aimed at Scarlett. Tears gushing from my eyes, I turned my head away and I pressed down. The bang deafened me momentarily, leaving a high pitched ringing in my ears.

I faced Jeremy, and saw him wiping a solitary tear from his dirt smeared face. We stood embracing each other, I buried my face into his shoulder. We stood there until all my tears were gone, leaving me numb and emotionless. A quiet shuffle sounded off in the distance. I heard the familiar low snarl of zombies all around us. I was ready to fight for my best friend. I was going to make it alive. A loud, savage cry welling up inside me was let loose. I stood beside Jeremy, our shots ringing through the dark night. Zombies dropped to the ground, and I felt unstoppable. My gun started to make a dull click sound. I threw it to the pavement, and drew the machete. “I’ll weave. You shoot.” I directed Jeremy. He nodded, as I leapt into the hoard. I wove throughout the zombies, plunging the knife into all I encountered, evasively dodging their bite. Shots continued to ring out, zombies collapsed at my feet.

It wasn’t so much the pain, but the shock, feeling the hot, wet pain in my chest, the hole the bullet had made. I had thought there would be perhaps more pain. I stumbled, still looking dully into the air, not knowing what would come next, but I knew Jeremy missed. I knew this was it. I fell to the ground, unable to feel. The world seemed to be in slow motion. I could feebly make out Jeremy’s cries. A sea of red flooded my vision. I felt a part of me slipping away. As I closed my eyes for the last time, I could hear a soft whisper. “Whatever happens, we’ll go through everything together.” A final heavy breath escaped my lungs, and I fell into the deepest sleep one will ever have.

The End.

 
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