Disaster in the Making
"The disease that has taken over many people's lives has taken over the universe. Now, we are surrounded by-" I clicked the TV off before I could hear more, standing up. I had lost my parents a few days ago to that fatal disease. The only family member I have alive is my brother, Mavrick, and he doesn't even talk to me anymore. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. I needed to get groceries, but I didn't know whether they would be waiting on me or not. Who were they, you ask? Why, Corporate Zombies, of course!
I cursed silently, running my fingers through my hair. Should I go out and get some? I walked over to my door and stood up on my tiptoes, looking out the door window. To my dismay, some of the zombies still lingered outside my home. So much for going to the grocery store. I sighed, letting my feet fall flat with a small 'thud'. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a soda. All I had was two water bottles and a 12 pack of soda pop, and just some canned goods. I had some bottles of water and a few soda cans, and a thing of alcohol that my parents and older brother used to drink. I don't drink that stuff, but will if I need to survive. I had a few stuff to heat up and a bunch of can goods. I wouldn't heat anything up, because that would just draw the zombies closer. And I didn't want that.
Just when I thought nothing could get worse, a knocking sound sounded on my window. Freezing, I reached out and grabbed my emergency pistol. I inched towards the door, careful not to make a sound. Every inch that I took seemed like an internity. When I reached my door, I slowly looked out the window and gasped, quickly opening it up. "Xavier!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around the boy.
Xavier laughed, holding me close. "Thank god you're ok…" He murmured in my ear. I quickly closed the door before anyone could come inside, looking out the window once more before closing the curtains. I turned to Xavier and smiled. Xavier and I have always been the best of friends. Everyone said we were meant for each other, but I only saw him as the brother I never had. Even though I had a brother, Xavier was overly caring. Unlike Mavrick, Xavier cared about everyone. He wanted them to be safe. Mavrick could care less. "I was so worried about you. After hearing what happened to your parents, I had to make sure you were safe." He prodded, smiling.
"I'm fine. I'm fine," I assured him with a small giggle. "I was more worried about you. How'd you get here?" I asked him, curious.
"Very carefully, my parents were reluctant about letting me go. I told them I just had to come see if you were ok. That I wouldn't live right if I didn't know if you weren't so they finally let me go. It took some begging, and I'll have to owe them later…" He chuckled, shaking his head. His black bangs fell into his face and he blew them away from his face. "Mavrick's not here?" He asked suspiciously.
I shook my head and scowled. "Fucking bastard." I spat, eyes growing with anger at the mention of my brother's name. "He just left me. Can you believe that! Left his own sister on her own against zombies!" I marched into the living room and plopped onto the couch, my face having hard expressions. Xavier followed me into the living room and sat on the couch beside me, eyes full of worry.
"I don't know if leaving you here by yourself is a good idea…" He murmured, looking at me. "Maybe you could come back with me? I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind…" He told me with a wink.
"I've lived here alone for a week before my parents died, and you're worried about me?" I asked, shaking my head. "I don't know. I don't like going out there with all those zombies…" I murmur squeezing my eyes shut.
Xavier took one of my hands, squeezing it gently. "Please. I don't know how I could live to know you still lived in this wretched house…" He murmured, shivering a little. I didn't know whether it was from fear or from the cold. It was pretty cold in this house.
"Xavier…" I muttered as water dropped out of my eyes. I looked up at him and seen his eyes full of pleading. I sighed. "Fine, let me get my stuff…" I growled.
Xavier's face lit up so much I thought he was going to explode. "Thank you! I'll wait for you down here!" He chimed, jumping up and down on the couch like a little kid. I laughed, giving him a hug before getting up, walking down the hall to my room.
I walked into my room, looking around. Everything was still in place. I was kind of afraid to come in here for a little while; afraid of what I might see. To see nothing in here was relaxing. I walked into my closet and fumbled inside a little, but catching myself on the walls before I actually fell. I looked through my clothes and got clothes for the full week. I could probably borrow some from Xavier's sister; we're the same height and shape, anyways. I grabbed some jeans and stuffed them into a bag, zipping it up. Grabbing my cell phone off my table, I walked out of my room into the living room where Xavier stood, happier then I have ever seen him.
"Ready?" He asked me, holding out his hand for me to take. I sighed, shaking a little bit before nodding, taking his hand in mine as well. We walked slowly to the door before pausing. I looked out the door window to make sure that no one was at the window before making a dash across the highway.
We raced down the sidewalk to Xavier's house, slamming the door behind us. We breathed in deeply, looking at each other with hope in eyes. There had been no zombies on the roads, which was strange. There was almost always zombies on the roads. Xavier was the first one to stand up straight, brushing off his outfit. "Mom, I'm home!" He called, waiting for a response.
"In the living room honey!" I heard his mom's voice call. He looked at me and smiled before walking towards the kitchen. I set my bag down in front of the door, glancing at the door before following Xavier down the hallway to the living room.
"Mom?" Xavier asked, looking around. His mom and dad were huddled together on a couch, looking frightened. Xavier stared at her, wide eyed. "Mom? Dad? What's wrong?" He asked frantically, worried out of his wits. His mom and dad looked at each other, pained expression written on their faces. Finally, dad breathed out a breath before turning towards Xavier.
"Son, there's something you need to know…" He started, fumbling with his fingers, looking at his wife.
Xavier's mom sighed deeply. "Tristen… Is a zombie." She answered, and Xavier broke down crying.
I stared at them, my eyes wide. "What?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. "How is she a zombie?"
"Well… She went out to get some groceries. But never came back. The hospital called, saying they saw her walking along the streets…" Xavier's dad spoke quietly, pain evident on his face. I kneeled down and wrapped my arms around Xavier, patting him on the back.
Xavier finally stopped crying, looking at his parents. "How could you!" He demanded, standing straight up.
I was shocked, "Xavier!"
He looked down at me and seen my stern expression. His voice wavered and I watched him leave the kitchen, head down. My eyes were watery. I loved his sister. She was so sweet and caring. So much like him. And she was gone. Gone forever.
I knew from this day that I had to protect anyone from that disease. I had to kill every last zombie that lived. And I would need Xavier's help to do it.
How you like it? I'm trying my hand at a zombie story. Horror doesn't come naturally to me, but I'm planning on writing a horror story for English. So I need all the practice I can get before I actually start it. And I might use some from this story for my project. I hope you like it. And I'm not sure if the title goes with the story, so I was hoping that you guys could help me choose a title that matches the story. *shrugs* Thanks!