Crunch *Groan* Snap *Groan* Smack-smack
Alyssa opened her eyes at the sickening smacking noise coming from beyond her door, figuring it was just her 10 year old brother Jacob trying to gross her out again she turned over and tried to go back to sleep. Her brother had recently started taking a weird fascination with grossing the family out. Her mom and dad had said it was a phase and just to ignore him, while their older brother, Stephen, had found it rather funny as well and began helping Jacob to annoy Alyssa. So much for thinking her 22 year old brother was more mature than that.
Crunch *Groan* Snap *Groan* Smack-smack
Alyssa sat up in bed with an exasperated grunt and threw off her blankets, 'what in the hell do I have to do to make him stop doing that?!' she thought to herself as she got up and shuffled to her door. Turning the lock on her door Alyssa stepped into the hallway ready to smack her two brothers in the head for waking her again. But she wasn't greeted with their snickering faces just with a poorly lit hallway that looked as if a fight had occurred. Pictures were busted on the floor and the hall desk was over turned, 'What the hell?' she thought as she walked slowly into the hall. The walls between her room and Jacobs looked smudged with red hand prints that led toward Jacob's room.
Crunch *Groan* Snap *Groan* Smack-smack
The disgusting chewing noise grew louder as she neared Jacob's door. 'This isn't funny anymore.' She thought as she stared at his door covered in bloody hand prints. "Jacob..." Alyssa said as she slowly pushed open the door. She froze with fear the second she seen Jacob's body face down with a dark haired man chewing on his back. Everything seem to freeze in that moment causing the image of Jacob's mangled little body to imprint itself in her mind along with the image of her father's dead eyes turning up towards her as she opened the door.
"What are you doing to him?!" Alyssa screamed as she looked from Jacob to her father's dead eyes and reddened mouth trying to process what was happening in her mind. Why was he doing this? How could he do this? And why did it have to be little Jacob that suffered? All these questions burned within her as she stepped slowly back from the little boys room. Her father didn't seem to register who she was at all he just stared at her with a sort of bored indifference. Keeping those dead eyes on her he slowly got up letting a piece of flesh hit the floor as he shuffled toward his daughter. A mix of disgust, fear, and sadness rolled through her as she backed out of the small room away from her father "Stay away from me!" she said too late as her father lunged at her knocking her back onto some broken picture frames causing glass to embed into her back, Alyssa barely even noticed the stinging shards of glass in her back as she focused all her energy on pushing her father's snapping jaw away from her face.
Groaning under the weight of her father, Alyssa tried desperately to keep him from reaching her with his teeth. Looking side to side trying to find something, anything that might help her she settled her eyes on a long shard of broken mirror that reflected the horrible scene. Figuring she may only have one chance Alyssa pushed with the last little bit of energy and settled the weight on her left forearm as her right one reached for the shard of glass. The glass sliced opened her hand as she gripped it and without a delay, or second thought she sent the shard of glass straight threw her father's left eye. Suddenly as if a switch was flipped off her father became still and lifeless with his mouth still dangling open and his one dead eye forever staring at her causing her to quickly push his crushing weight off of her. The room now became almost deafeningly quiet as Alyssa sat shaking with her hands bleeding and outstretched, and gasping for breath. 'That's not possible, this whole situation isn't possible.' She thought to herself over and over staring at the lifeless body of her father, hoping that this was all some weird sick dream that she would wake up from at any moment. But even through her denying she knew that everything was real, the stinging cuts on her back and hand were real, her killing her own father was real, and her father killing and eating poor little Jacob was real.
At the thought of Jacob she turned her attention back to the room that held his body causing her to cry and mutter his name in between sobs, 'I'm so sorry this happened to you Jacob.' She thought as she saw what looked like bloody dragging hand prints at his closet door, he had been trying to run and hide when he was attacked. As that realization passed through her a new wave of tears assaulted her eyes, "You must have been so scared…" She said turning her gaze away from his room not able to look at the gory scene any longer. While Alyssa turned her gaze from his room she heard a soft groaning noise making her flinch and hold her breath, 'is he not dead?!' she thought looking down at her unmoving father with fear. Letting her breath go slowly as she seen the noise wasn't coming from him, 'who else could…' her eyes widened before she finished her thought, 'mom and Stephen!' In all this commotion Alyssa had forgotten all about her mother and older brother. 'What if they are the same as dad? What if dad killed them too?' frantic thoughts kept her busy as she slowly stood with her eyes flashing between the stairs leading to the living room and her brother and parents doors. The groaning sounded again while she backed toward her room with her good hand feeling for the knob to her door. When her gaze went back to her brother, Stephens, room she noticed something move in her peripheral vision causing her to snap her head back toward Jacob's room.
Alyssa could not believe her eyes, Jacob's body twitched and suddenly started to slowly stand up 'this can't be happening' she thought as Jacob turned to face her revealing the same dead look as her father had. Putting her hand on her door knob the same time Jacob started shuffling toward her baring his teeth Alyssa slid into her room and locked the door back. "No. That can't be." She said to the door as she backed away from it, flinching when she heard her brother smack into it. More questions than answers seemed to keep popping up for Alyssa causing her head to start to ache as she tried to figure out what to do about this insane situation. Shock seemed to be settling in her as she sat back on her bed and listened to her little brother, or what use to be her brother, bang and groan at her door. 'I have to get help. I have to report this to the police or something.' The thought crossing her mind as she picked up her cell phone and dialed 911 but all that she heard was the busy signal. Trying five more times Alyssa eventually threw her phone in aggravation, "What do I do now…"
Tears welled in her eyes as a sudden feeling of helplessness came over her. She never really felt this way before, her father had always taught her and her brothers to take care of themselves, to never feel trapped by a situation they thought impossible, and to always fight no matter what. But her father never exactly trained her for a situation of this magnitude. His lessons were more on how to live off the land, how to find your way out of the woods that surrounded the farm, and how to protect yourself against an attacker, not how to kill your own loved ones because they became crazed and attacked you. Putting her tear stricken face into her hands she wished she knew what to do, and wishing she had someone to turn to.
When she seemed to get all her tears out and she seemed to calm down enough to think rationally Alyssa began to plan what to do next. First she needed to make sure her car was close to the back porch. When she got to her window to look down at the yard she noticed her car was a little ways away from the porch, about a car length away. When she turned around to get some of her things gathered she snapped her head back towards the window noticing something she overlooked. Her brother's car was gone. "They got away." She said to herself figuring that either her brother or both her brother and mother were still alive. Turning back to previous task she picked up her backpack, silently thanking God that she had bought a big one, and started to stuff clothes into it and a picture of her family. 'Okay all I need now is some water and food' her thought was interrupted by a loud bang and groan from her door as she remembered that she still had to figure out what to do with her brother. Alyssa didn't think she could bring herself to kill her little brother the way she did her dad, but she really didn't see another way she was going to get past him and down the stairs. Looking around her room all she could see as a weapon was her baseball bat, which made a sick feeling creepy its way to her stomach. 'I can't do this to him…' she thought as she turned away from the door leading to her brother, 'I have to find a better way.' Scanning the room one more time her eyes fell on her bathroom door, a smile forming on her face as she realized she would not have to kill him after all.
Her bathroom adjoined with Jacob's room which gave her the great idea to lock him in his room to keep her safe and to save his 'life'. Opening her side to the bathroom door Alyssa walked to Jacob's side and peeked inside making sure the coast was clear before she started to lure him into his room. "Jacob! Come here!" she yelled as she looked through the door to make sure he was coming to her. A few seconds later Jacob slowly shuffled through his door and started towards his sister. Alyssa backed into the bathroom still saying his name making sure he got further into the room. As finally reached the bathroom door Alyssa took one last look at her brother and said, "I'm sorry Jacob. I love you." Before closing the door and locking it. Alyssa leaned against the door for a brief second before heading back to the hallway trying to avoid looking at her father's bloody body on the floor and heading to Jacob's door shutting it. As she turned around to head down the stairs Alyssa stopped suddenly and thought to herself, 'What if there are more of them out there.' She looked down at her baseball bat weighing her odds as to how good of a weapon that would be with more of those people, she decided it wasn't very good odds.
Going back up the stairs she knew where her father kept his guns and ammunition but she quickly realized that her father always kept the key to the gun cabinet on him. She finally looked at her father's lifeless body not wanting to touch him or be near him, but knew it was her only option. With a shaking hand Alyssa leaned over her father's body and put her hand in his pocket desperately trying to hurry. Finally she found the key in his right pocket and scurried away from him. Steadying her nerves she went into her parent's room and unlocked the gun cabinet and made sure they were loaded she put her father's 9mm handgun in in the back of her waistband, and grabbed the .308 rifle. Making sure she had enough ammo she finally headed downstairs to the kitchen and packed some food and some water. Alyssa didn't know if she would actually need any of the stuff she packed, she didn't even know if whatever happened to her father had even affected the rest of the town. She kept thinking she was over reacting with all the provisions she packed but something deep down told her she needed to be safe than sorry.
Finally having everything she could carry Alyssa walked out her back door to the sun setting low in the sky and an eerie silence that made her feel on edge. She walked to her car slowly with the rifle in her tense arms ready to fire if needed. Keeping her eyes fixed on the tree line expecting Alyssa reached her car and without thought pulled at her door handle making the alarm go off and causing her to jump and fire her gun off accidentally. "Damn it!" she said frustrated she didn't remember she locked the car and for forgetting that you never keep your finger on the trigger unless you are prepared to shoot. Setting the gun against her car she dug the keys from her pocket and stopped the blaring car alarm. Sighing, Alyssa picked her gun up and started to get into her car when she noticed something in the tree line advancing toward her. A man with torn clothes limped toward her causing her to aim the gun in his direction, "Stop right there." She yelled but he didn't stop he continued advancing. As she aimed at him she saw another figure appear a few feet away from him heading in the same direction, and soon another followed and another, and another until she counted about 8 people shuffling toward her house.
Alyssa couldn't believe her feeling had been right, "What the fuck is happening?" she said as she stared in shock at how many people seemed to be infected. 'How did they make it all the way out here town is about 10 miles from here.' She thought to herself as she quickly got into her car and locked the door as the first man approached her car and beat on her window. Looking into that too familiar face, dead eyes, pale veiny face, and snapping teeth she couldn't help but let fear fill her as she wondered if there was anyone else still alive, and if there was would she be able to find them. Starting her car Alyssa averted her teary eyes and speed off out of the drive way to the dirt road that lead to the small town she hoped held some signs of life within it and possible answers as to what was going on.
A/N Sorry it's so long winded And I plan on it being a Daryl/OC story and I have a very good plot to lead up to it I just wanted to show a kind of back story for the main character before I put them together. Please review and let me know what you think and if I should keep going or not! Please and Thank You xoxo