28 DAYS LATER
THE END OF A NORMAL LIFE
The rain poured down in an extreme torrent and the sound of it crashing against the buildings and ground managed to drown out the roar of the traffic. Tony Walker rushed down the quickly flooding street with his friends. Tony was fifteen years old and wore black Nike trainers, blue jeans held up by a dark brown belt, a tight black T-Shirt, a light brown B-3 Bomber Jacket that only came down to his waist and black fingerless gloves. As he ran he wore an irritated frown on his face. His eyes were a strange dark shade of green and he had hazelnut coloured hair that was cut to a thick but short length except for the right side of his fringe that hung down low enough that he had to brush it away from his mouth. The rainwater was dripping off his fringe rapidly.
"Rapído!" Tony yelled to his three friends.
"Stop speaking bloody Spanish!" One of his friends, Mark, yelled back.
Mark was the same age as Tony; he wore white Nike trainers, black baggy trackies and a white T-shirt. He also wore a red Formula 1 skip cap that hid his short black hair that had a gelled up fringe. The rainwater had soaked the rim of his cap and had gone straight through the T-shirt he had put on when the sun was out earlier.
"We're nearly there!" The third one called. The third teenager was a girl; she was wearing dark blue jeans, black trainers, a purple T-Shirt and a blue jumper, all of which were soaked through. She had a smooth face with beautiful blue eyes and chocolate brown hair, her name was Sarah.
They all ran with one arm over their foreheads to protect their faces from the torrent of rain and even though it wasn't working, it kept them going and they managed to reach the apartment block they all stayed in. The building itself was roughly 20 storeys high and had a very dirty grey colour to it. It wasn't the most expensive or luxurious place in the world, but it was home and it was shelter from the lashing rain. Once they were all inside the main reception of the apartment block, they shook themselves to dry off a bit. The reception was as colourful as the outside of the building, the wall plaster a dirty grey, cobwebs in the corners of the walls and the carpet which was once bright purple was now a wet, filthy brown colour. The three of them sighed and walked over to the elevator, pressing the smashed glass of the button to call the elevator down. The elevator chose when and where it stopped due to so much vandalism that had happened to it. Thankfully the lift came down relatively quickly and the three teenagers got into the graffiti covered lift, pressing yet another smashed button to head to the tenth floor of the apartment block. They all got out and entered Mark's small apartment, his parents weren't in for the time being. Tony stayed by the door.
"Tony, aren't you coming in?" Sarah asked him.
"Sorry, I got to run an errand, my cousin asked me to see him at his house." Tony replied.
"Hey, just remember that we're meeting up for the Summer Party in exactly 28 days!" Mark called.
Tony shoved his thumb up and nodded. Sarah slowly came over and kissed him on the cheek, "See you later."
Tony smiled softly and went back to the elevator, the room door closing behind him. When he called on the elevator there was a sound of gears grinding and jamming. The elevator was broken.
Tony snorted, "Looks like I'm taking the fuckin' stairs"
So, Tony continued down the hall and came to the double doors, as he opened them a guy in a leather biker jacket knocked into him. "Thanks very much!" Tony shouted at the runner and walked down the stairs, his hands in the pockets of his Bomber jacket. After a couple of minutes he was still wandering down the stairs. "Why are there always so many stairs?" He asked himself in annoyance.
After another few minutes he reached the dank reception and walked back out into the flooding streets of the city, rain still torrentially lashing down. As he walked he must have been too deep in thoughts, be it about his cousin, the rain or Sarah but whatever it was, he never noticed a car coming towards him as he crossed the road, when he did notice it, it was too late. The front of the car knocked right into him, vaulting him into the air and onto the bonnet of the car with a howl of pain. Due to the rain he slowly slid off the bonnet and onto the wet ground. His vision was blurred and he had trouble keeping his eyes open, one moment he saw rain, the next he saw a worried looking man standing over him, then the next he saw a woman on a mobile, then the reflection of flashing lights on the cars before everything went black and he lost consciousness on the wet road.
Horribly short chapter, I know, this is just the prologue, the rest of the chapters will be huge, I promise, if they are not near 3000 words or more, I won't put them up. So, this is just a taster and an introduction to the main characters, R/R.