This is my first story, I checked my spelling on it about 3 times so it shouldn't have to many errors in it.
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"Where the hell are all these damn things coming from?!" I shouted at my home with a look of both terror and rage on my face. They were like cockroaches, coming out of every nook and cranny moving like clockwork; they were never-ending. We were on the last of our ammo and we were injured, some already dead. There was blood all over the floor; it was a mix of human and undead. The stench was so horrid, that it took everything I had not to vomit. The smell of rotting corpses, diseased animals, bloody body parts, and pools of blood.
The windows were already broke and reinforced with boards, but that didn't stop them, they started coming from the chimney, punching holes in the walls, ripping apart the insulation and dry wall from the outside. You could hear the panicked screams and cries of the children mixed with gun shots, splatters of blood and flesh getting ripped from what was left of the undead. We were at our wits end, we had to think of an escape and quick or we would all be dead. You're probably wondering what I'm talking about right? Well, this is the zombie apocalypse, my nightmare and my life, my name you ask? Cerilla Ryder, one of the last remaining survivors in this damned world.
(Cerilla's P.O.V)
My name is Cerilla Ryder, it started out as a normal morning for me. I woke up to my mother calling my name; no scratch that, more like screaming my name. "Cerilla! It's time for breakfast I've called you three times now! Get out of bed!" I finally staggered off my bed, pulled out my clothes for the day and headed towards the shower. I always hated mornings I'd rather sleep in, and make friends with the back of my eyelids. When I got into the bathroom I twisted the knob and got the water temperature just right, the water was cool on my sweaty skin and it felt relaxing. I washed my hair along with the rest of my body and stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my naked torso.
"Cerilla!" She screamed again. "I'm coming! Hold your horses!" I screamed back at her from up the stairs. That woman screaming at me is my mother, her name is Phebe. She's not much taller than I am; she has brown hair that goes down a bit past her shoulders with brown eyes, skin a little darker than my own and a voice that could wake the dead if you get her angry. I walked down the stairs in the clothes that I picked out, pattered into the kitchen and grabbed my breakfast. "Good morning, or should I say good afternoon?" My mother said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "What takes you so long to get outta bed? Don't you want to see the beauty of God's creation that is the sunrise?" "I'd rather see the Creation that is my sleep." I tried to say under my breath, but my mother has ears like a bat she can hear almost anything. Sometimes I swear that woman isn't human.
Oh I guess I should tell you a bit more about myself. Well there's my mother Phebe you've already met her, my father Jayson, and my younger brother Mikel. I'm 22 years old and my brother is only 3 years younger than I am, but his birthday hasn't come yet so he's still 18. My father's a mechanic, my mother a daycare provider. My best friend's name is Alteal Mclain. We've been friends since our junior year in high school; you couldn't have separated us for anything. We weren't popular in high school, but we weren't really outcasts either. We loved to play video games, mostly about zombies; when we got together we would always pretend what we would do if the apocalypse would actually happen. We would make plans, strategize and sometimes, see which would be better and what the possible outcomes would be. Yeah, we were what you call weird, but we were weird in our own time, never at school.
We got decent grades as kids. But now since we had graduated we didn't talk as much as we use to. Little did I know of what life had in store for us. The world I've come to know would be damned for all eternity and its fate for survivors would be in our hands alone.
I had just finished eating my breakfast, scooped up the last of my scrambled eggs when, "WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!" 'Tell your dog to shut up Mikel she's annoying the hell outta me!' That's what I wanted to say anyway, I got up to go see what she was going on about. I pushed myself out of my chair and shuffled with a full venter into the living room. When I looked out the window I saw lots of people; well they looked like they were people. I was shocked normally there aren't this many people on our street. See, we live on a street that normally doesn't have a lot of traffic, so for me to be seeing about a couple hundred people walking about in the street I was kind of at a loss for words.
That was when I opened up the door to ask one of the "people" what was going on. "Hey excuse me Miss, but do you know what's going on today? Normally there aren't…" The woman turned around and what I saw was like a nightmare come true. She teetered over to me; her skin was a color of unhuman normality's, her eyes, they made her look like she was blind. She had flesh pulled off her body exposing some of the muscles underneath. Some of her teeth were missing and what used to be her blonde hair was matted, singed, and it lost some of its color. It was then that I knew what she was, a zombie and it wasn't just her there were hundreds if not thousands of them.
(Cerilla's P.O.V)
I slammed the door shut so hard the glass almost fell out and shattered on the carpet. It was so loud that I was surprised that my mom and brother didn't come running to see what was wrong. I faltered back into the kitchen with my mind racing on so many thoughts that I didn't hear my mother trying to get my attention. "Cerilla, honey what's wrong?" Finally I was snapped out of my daze, but the first thing that came out of my mouth wasn't an explanation. "Where's dad?" I snapped quickly. I must have had a worried expression on my face because usually I have to ask about three or four times before I get an answer. I didn't even have to ask twice in this instance. "He's outside. Tell me what's going on." "There's no time for that now I'll tell you as soon as I make sure dad is safely inside the house!" I said with a tone of panic and a bit of anger in my voice.
Come to think of it, why, why was I angry? Was it at myself or at the situation? No, it wasn't at myself, not really; there was no way of knowing that, this was going to happen. It was at the situation and the fact, that when the time came, I froze up. Like a child staring at their worst fear. Okay so, maybe I was a little upset at myself. I slammed the door open, ran to the garage and quietly said, "Dad?", I heard groaning, I began to get worried, "Dad?", I said a little louder, but not loud enough so that those "things" would hear me. As I got closer to my dad's 1970 Ford Mustang the groaning got louder; but like the idiot I am, knowing that if he was in fact one of those things, not only would my getting closer be a danger, but my voice would definitely get me some unwanted attention.
I crept up to the front of my dad's "work in progress" and saw his legs. The left one was slightly bent, while the right one was straight. I was standing about two feet away from him. As I started to reach my hand down I hesitated, why was I doing something so stupid. Situations like this always end up going bad, don't they? I conquered my fear and quickly pulled my dad out from under the car. "Hey!" My dad screamed, holding his head like he hit it on something.
I jumped, startled at the sudden raise in volume. But that was quickly followed up by a "shhhhhh!" from me. My dad when to scream at my unruly behavior but again I quickly cut him off and explain what was going on. He started to laugh at me like I was joking or something that was, until he got up and saw them for himself. I started to run back to the house only to turn around and see my dad was frozen with fear. Well, at least I wasn't the only one who reacted that way for the first time. I turned around and grabbed his arm and pulled him along into the house.
When we were back inside, I locked all the doors and closed all the blinds, at the same time turning off all an any lights that were on. My family was freaking out by the way my dad and I were acting. "Damn it Cerilla! Tell me what's going on this minute!" my mother screamed. You could tell there was terror in her voice, she was scared. I shushed her quickly and explain exactly the way I had with my dad. Then came a look I had never seen before, and that was a first for me, in all my twenty-two years of living I've never seen her face the way it was at that moment. It was a mix of looks, disappointment, fear, and her mouth was wavering in between a gape and a smile. I could usually tell what she was thinking, see there's another part of my child hood that I haven't talked about yet.
When I was three, my mom enrolled me into gymnastics; we use to go to competitions. You know, those things where you walk into a place an see other people, mostly girls, in leotards prancing around? Stretching their legs over their heads, doing splits, and chit-chatting about what place they got. Yeah, I use to be good at that, my mom and I had our own form of, well, lingo that we used to communicate when I was on the floor doing my routine. We could always tell what one another was thinking from that point on, whether or not we used our own language.
"Mom? Are you okay?" I said with worry. "What do we need to do?" Mikel said with what seemed like a hint of enthusiasm. "Well, first we need to get something to defend ourselves. We'll also need something to carry our supplies in when we go and raid the stores for medicine, water, and food." I started to talk again, but then I quickly got cut off by my mother. "We're not stealing! It's against the law Cerilla, I thought your father and I taught you better than that!" "Mom, in case you haven't realized everyone has died and turned into a human eating machine! They don't care about laws; they don't care whether or not stealing is wrong!" I stopped to calm myself down then started back up again, "Look I don't like it any more then you do. But right now we don't have a choice. I need to call a few people to make sure there ok and find a place where we can meet up." From that point on I started to bark out orders. I made a plan of who was getting what inside the house.