|The End of Our Lives
Author: Angel of Oblivion PM
Our group, was broken. Some of us became the zoms, and others couldn't handle it. Darwin's Theory: Survival of the fittest. I'm strong. I won't break. I won't die. I can pull the trigger. But I still need you, I need you to lean on. I can't do this on my own. Niether can you. Your hand cover's mine, and you help me fire another bullet. Please don't let me die. Please don't die.Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Adventure - Words: 722 - Published: 10-02-12 - id: 3062710
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Chapter One: The Beginning of the End
"Hey! Wait for me!" I yelled as I raced to catch up with my friends. We had just left our last class, World History Honors, where we had kind of just sat around and talked, and were now headed to lunch. In my opinion, our group of six teenagers, was a bit off.
What we considered "Our Group" consisted of two guys, and four girls, including myself. We all were about the same age, thirteen and fourteen year olds. The boys weren't the taller than the girls, but they weren't that much shorter either. In fact I was the shortest of all of us.
"Hurry up, Short stack!" answered one of my guy friends, Kain. He was the second oldest, by a month. He was of normal height, and had dark brown eyes, and light blonde hair. He was wearing a plain shirt, that said "I'm not Gifted, I'm Weird!" and a pair of tan shorts. He had on running shoes, and his black back pack was slung over his shoulder.
"I not short! I am fun-sized," I panted when I reached them.
"You're also weird," teased, Jane, my other friend. She had long brown hair, that was silky and fun to play with. She was wearing a black V-neck with a bright pink tank top underneath, a pair of skinny jeans, and black vans. Her bright blue eyes shone under her glasses.
Her twin brother, Jack nodded in agreement. He was also my guy friend, and was usually quiet. He wore a plain white shirt that proclaimed nothing, with a pair of jeans. He, like Kain, was wearing running shoes. He was also SUPER protective of his twin, who he shared eye and hair color with.
"You guys are so mean to me! I'm gonna shoot you, even if you're not bitten!" I threatened playfully.
"You wouldn't dare!" cried Lila, her pixie cut blonde hair flowing as she turned to walk backwards. Her shirt that had "Hello" on the front and "Goodbye" on the back, and orange vans creating an odd combo that worked for her.
"I'd help," my final girl friend, Ana, teased, slinging her arm over my shoulders. She had on shorts, white tee, and flip flops. She had the lightest blonde hair of all of us and was the eldest. Her mixed colored eyes sparkling with humor.
"Hey, at least I don't dress like I'm expecting the Zoms are coming today!" crowed Lila. I glanced down at my clothes, and saw my cargo pants, combat boots, and tight black short sleeve tucked into my pants.
"I got this style from my Pops, and I can rock it!" I replied, smiling at Lila, and getting annoyed as I felt the awkwardness set in. I sighed silently.
My dad was a soldier, and a brave one, he even got the Medal of Honor, the highest honor one could get, for saving a civilian town that had been fired at by a missile launcher. My dad stepped in the way of the missile without hesitation, and blew up the enemy squadron, along with himself. It happened when I had turned nine years old.
He lied about being home for my birthday.
"Anyway, man, Mr. Farrell gave us so much work! I mean, every time we go in there, its like he's got another page of homework for us. That's on top of our notes," groaned Lila.
"Seriously!" I cried, before singing as I started to skip, "Food, food, food! I like me some food!~"
Our grouped laughed at me as I went to the front of it to lead the way to the lunch line, Jane, Jack, and Ana split off to eat their packed lunches, as Lila, Kain, and I got in line together. We chatted aimlessly as we waited in line, and then heading off to our usual spot as the band our school made started playing. We ate, and danced a little as we waited for lunch to end.
That was our lives, doing our work, messing around, and discussing our plans for the zombie apocalypse. We never expected to have to utilize those plans.
I never expected to have to shoot my mom, and friends.