Zombies and Music
By Heather Martell
Oc:
Name: Brooke Martin
Age: 17-years-old (four years ago) 21-years-old (January 1st, 1958)
Height: 5'0(four years ago) 5'6 (four years later)
Weight: 131
Family: Commander Kahn (adoptive uncle), Jane Baker (cousin), Norma and Isabella Carrington (stepsisters)
Looks: (Four years ago) Short brown hair, golden brown eyes, grey tank top, black baggy pants, and black and red sneakers. (Four years later) Brown hair that is kept up in a messy ponytail, golden brown eyes and a scar that starts at the left side of her throat and ends at her left elbow.
Clothes: Dark blue tank top with silver stars, black pants and boots. Both ears are pierced twice (one in the lobes and one on the ridge of the ear). A silver medallion with a ruby in the middle, a single black fingerless glove with gold capped knuckles.
Personality: Very protective of her family and friends, sometimes goofy, caring, kind, a bit heartless at times
PROLOGUE
Author's Note: Okay this is my first fic for Elite Beat Agents. Hope you enjoy the first chapter! Most the songs that Brooke will sing will be from Adam Lambert. There will be others but I wrote this when I didn't have internet.
Four years earlier…
"Brooke, wait!"
I stopped and turned to see my family standing in the waiting room of the airport. I smiled.
"We wanted to see you off!" Norma, my older stepsister, said.
"Yeah!" Isabella, my other older stepsister, agreed. "It'll be a while till we see each other again."
"Here Brooke," Jane, my younger cousin, said stepping forward. She passed me a small plastic bag. "It's your favorite, chocolate chip cookies. It's for the ride."
I smiled as I took the bag. "Thanks. I'll defiantly enjoy them."
Jane smiled.
"You be careful now, ya hear?" Commander Kahn, my uncle, said smiling, patting me on the head.
"I will."
"Flight 001 will be leaving in ten minutes," a voice over the intercom announced.
"That's my flight. I better go or else I'll miss it."
I waved. "See'ya!"
"Bye!"
Once I was out of sight, Jane looked towards the others. Jane had a look of worry on her face.
"Will she be alright? I mean, Brooke is going to a foreign country to fight something dangerous."
"We can only hope, Jane. We can only hope."
I sat in my seat, waiting. The roar of planes as they took off almost drowned my worries. I had to admit that I was slightly scared about what I would find. I had no idea how this trip would change me. If I had known what horrors waited for me, I would have turned down the offer. But I didn't know. How could I have known that I would face a horror that you read about in books or see in movies?
I sighed taking out my leather wallet. I opened it to the picture section and smiled when I saw them. All of them were the faces of my friends and family. Only one slot was empty. I was saving it for a special picture that I would hope to put in. I closed it, put it away and rested my head against the headrest, closing my eyes. I soon fell asleep, dreaming about a young black man that wore green tinted shades, earphones, black suit and a warm smile.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: So, what did you think? Like? Dislike? Please review!