Gender: Male Age: 19 Location: N/A
|Introduction: I've developed some sort of addiction to zombies over the past few months. This is the beginning to give a back story so there was no time for sex making it non erotic, but there will be plenty of chances for that.|
If you saw the news you’d be a scared as I am. There was another case of walking corpses attacking people. What makes it worse is that these people were supposed to be cured by this top secret medicine the government had created that was so official even the name hadn’t been released. It was supposed to not only prevent, but cure cancer. Now all it was doing was spreading an unknown disease that was an even bigger threat. And to make matters worse, these people had turned into cannibals, spreading their diseases through bites. And now they were in my area of town and an evacuation was in place.
People swarm the street nervously, clinging to their family. I have no one, since my parents had both died earlier this past summer and since I was already eighteen at the time I decided it was time to get my own place and get my first job. Of course all of that is over now. All I have now is my backpack full of supplies and the bat in my hand. I sported a black hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, dark jeans, and a pair of running shoes. The person who acted as a guardian for me and represented me for the school was one of those patients that would never return back to normal. His name was Fredrick McConnell.
I looked beside me a little girl with honey blond hair with a red baseball cap and a small backpack, staring up at me nervously. She has deep blue eyes and as soon as she catches me looking back at her she turns away. I resume staring straight ahead as well. I could tell where everyone is heading now. It’s the high school I go to, Hill Crook High School. The military guide us like sheep into the gym where we were handed blankets and pillows and told to find a spot in the gym that isn’t occupied. I find one easily next to a group of kids that are in a variety of classes we share.
“I heard our English teacher; Mr. Donley was killed by those zombies. Can you believe that?” Miles says as I set up my bed on the floor. I’ve known Miles since the fifth grape up until now. To be honest we’re exact opposites. He’s a bit taller than me with shaggy blond hair opposed to my short black hair. He also has a better build than me, but I’ve heard people say I make it up with my looks.
“You call them zombies?” I ask.
“That’s what they are. What do you call them?” he questions.
“I don’t really call them anything in particular. If I did I’d have say the living dead or walking corpses,” I respond.
“It doesn’t matter what they are. What are we going to do when the military can’t protect us anymore?” Maria interjects. Maria is a mixture of Asian and Hispanic, which is a great combination on her, with long, jet black hair and almond brown eyes.
“Why won’t they be able to? Those people are just sick. All they need to do is find a cure. Besides you see those men with heavily packed vest and m16’s? I doubt some people unarmed can take them down,” Claire intercepts. I’ve know her since we were three since my mom and her mom were friends before my parents got into that accident. Claire is different from most people I know. For one she is incredibly smart and because of that she is awfully conceited. The main reason most people tolerate her is because she is one of the prettiest girls in our school and she knows it. I think she even uses it on some occasions that can’t be confirmed, but you just know. Either way she’s a goddess and we’re all unwilling servants, ready to bow down at her feet.
“Yo Ben,” Miles snaps me out of my own mind and I return back to reality.
“What?” I say, looking down at my hands after realizing that I’ve been staring at Claire the whole time.
“Claire was telling us about how she saw one of those walking corpses on her way here and the military guys shot it up,” he exclaims, imitating a gun shooting with his hand.
“They just shot them?” I ask.
“Yeah, without even thinking about it,” Claire says distantly. I don’t push any further and neither does anyone else because none of us want to know anymore.
“Aren’t you guys going to sleep with your parents?” I ask.
“Course not. I haven’t since I was five years old. Why start now?” Miles ask me.
“I think Maria and I have to though since our parents wouldn’t really like us sleeping with two guys,” Claire denies.
“My Mom doesn’t mind actually. I think she’d prefer it instead of sleeping near that creepy guy that always stares at me,” she points out.
“Then goodnight Claire,” I say, waving goodbye to her. She takes it as me being rude although I meant nothing by it and marches over to her parents. When I think that she’s not coming back she does and with all of her supplies.
“They said I can as I long as I sleep on the outside and next to Maria,” she informs us.
“Do they think we’re going to do something to you in your sleep?” Miles ask.
“Yes and to be honest so do I,” she mumbles so that only Maria and I hear.
“No one asked you to sleep her,” I finally say, getting sick of her crap. She ignores me however, rolling her eyes as she sets up her bed next to Maria and lays down, shutting her eyes.
We all take after her and I get the spot beside Maria incidentally. Our arms touch so that I can feel the warmth radiating from her. I have to admit it feels pretty nice. I maneuver my backpack so it’s connected to my leg so no one can steal it and slip my bat beneath my blankets so that it’ll be hidden.
“Someone’s being a little paranoid,” Maria whispers into my ear, her hot breath on my skin and a gentle shiver goes through me.
“Just taking precautions,” I say, turning my head to face her and our lips slightly touch.
“Sorry,” I apologize.
“It’s alright,” she giggles, holding my hand tightly beneath the covers. Within the next ten minutes I fall asleep with our hands still in one another’s. I think that’s the last time I ever felt as safe as I did at that moment.
“EVERYONE WAKE UP,” a man shouts very loudly into a bull horn. I open my eyes quickly to see Maria’s arm wrapped around my torso. Miles wake up next to see this and give me thumbs up and says “nice” silently. Claire sees this as well, but just rolls eyes at me. I gently tap Maria and she gives me the cutest look as she wakes up that makes it hard to focus on anything else.
“We have to get up now,” I tell her and she just nods sleepily. She lets go of me and a part of me misses her touch, but I don’t show it. Instead I unwrap my backpack from my leg, shrugging it on after I put my hoodie back on. I grab my bat and stand up, looking over everyone when I see it. No, that wouldn’t be right, until I see them.
They crowd the back doors of the gym and you can see them banging on the doors and boy you can hear them too. I thought the moaning was only in stories, but you can hear it.
“WE NEED TO GET EVERYONE OUT OF HERE NOW!” the man shouts with more concern, probably debating on whether or not he should just leave us, but he doesn’t. He has a title to uphold.
“I need to find my Mom,” Maria says, gripping my hand tightly before letting go. Claire leaves as well without a word, but Miles stays.
“You can come with me. My parents practically consider you as part of the family anyways,” he assures me. I nod and we head over through the crowd of people. We spot Mile’s parents and head over. They look around nervously, but when they see us they seem to relax a little.
They don’t have to say anything. Mile’s mother puts her arms around our shoulders and gives a soft squeeze before letting go. We head towards the door with the line of people, but something is wrong. I can hear screams coming from the back of the room as they pour in. That’s when I look toward the doors that lead to the school itself. I run past everyone to the doors and yank them open. Some go through and some don’t, but I’m mostly hoping that Maria and Miles will follow. Mile and his family go through and I look for Maria and find her. She looks toward me with worried eyes as she’s pulled to the floor by those things with gaping mouths and soulless eyes. The scream she makes is too much and I feel myself about to give, but someone stops me. I look down to see the little girl from earlier with those large blue eyes.
“I lost my mom and dad,” she says, touching my hand. At that moment I realize that I would dedicate the rest of whatever remainder of time I have left on this earth to saving this little girl from all this madness. I stand and guide her through the doors, about to close them when Claire pushes the door open almost knocking me over and giving me some sort of death glare. Her parents don’t seem to really mind and mostly look overwhelmed.
“Sorry,” I tell Claire and she just tells everyone to follower her. We comply since there really aren’t any other options. She goes to her fifth period where we take 12th grade calculus. I forgot to mention this before, but I was held back last year before my parent’s death and everything, which makes me an eighteen year old junior. To be honest my home life had a big impact on that, but I don’t blame my parents. Adults fight, but they fought so bad sometimes that I would have to sleep at a friend’s house because if you were while they were cooling down you’d be done. They never fought physically if you’re wondering. I would to, but they never had to. Verbal abuse to one another was enough, but they got better after they realized I was failing and thought it was partially their fault. To be honest, as sad as I was to know I wouldn’t be graduating with my friends, I would go back to those times instead of this. Where you can’t even complain about being held back.
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