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The music at the party was becoming deafening, everything in the house was shaking, including me. I never thought I'd be spending my own birthday party watching the news while everybody else drinks and parties. "There has been reports of the dead rising and devouring the living, authorities advise everybody to remain in their homes or find the nearest shelter." This is just another 'end of the world' hoax again, isn't it?
"James, dude, turn that shit off, yer killing my high." my friend Devin groaned while slumping back into the leather couch. "You need ta unwind, it's yer birthday."
"Sounds like you need a beer, whaddya say, James my man?" Feeling heavy feet rest themselves upon my lap I looked over at the person.
"Not now, Nate, let me finish watchin' this." I looked back at the screen of my television, fuzzy pictures of grotesque corpses wandering around the streets were being displayed. I furrowed my brows in disbelief.
"That reporters pretty hot, whaddya guys rate her?" Nate said while chugging some more beer from his bottle. Looking over to Devin and I he stares in amusement.
Devin sat back up from the couch to look at the television closer, intently staring at the reporter, "Hmm... I'd give'er an eight.". He takes another swig of beer and slowly sinks back into the couch.
"What 'bout you, James?", Nate questioned as he slowly snaked his way closer, "You better fucking not say five again or I swear I'll flip."
I rolled my eyes and looked over at him, "Five." I said sarcastically watching his expression twist.
Nate scowled at me, "Come the fuck on, she deserves at least a solid six!" This earned a laugh from me, and soon from him as well.
"What's all this laughing about over here?" Devin's girlfriend, Lauren said as she walked over with my sister, Quinn.
"Nothin' important, have you been seeing this crap on TV?" I asked while pointing at the screen, more information of the 'rising dead' was being shown.
Lauren looked at me, annoyed. She knew I didn't like her, and frankly I think Devin is the only thing holding us back from fighting.
"Mhmm, I think ya need a break from this, you mind checking on Farah for me?" Quinn said as she crossed her arms, smirking in amusement from how wrapped up I was in this story.
I gave her a nod and walked up the steps. Farah is my niece, she's an energetic seven year old who stays over often, due to my sister and brother-in-law being out for business. I opened the door to my guest room slowly, peeking in to see Farah's tiny figure curled up on the bed, blankets tossed around. I smiled and shut the door, walking back down the steps.
By the time I got down, the woman on TV was ending her report. "This is Carle-" The reporter was cut off, with the camera falling and a scream, immediately after the TV changed to an emergency signal screen.
"Th'fuck?" Devin mumbled. It's as if he couldn't speak at this point, his speech being slurred due to him being intoxicated with drugs and alcohol.
Suddenly there was a banging at my door, my brother-in-law Rodney opened it, a person who looked like a corpse was on the other side.
"Go home, pal, we don't wanna hear none of your – OH SHIT!" The guy lunged at Rod baring its teeth. Rod managed to push it off and back away, "You piece-a-shit, the fuck's wrong with you?!" he yelled at the man. Screams started sounding throughout the house, as the entire block was flooded with the sound of moaning and groaning.
I saw Nate get up and start to head outside, "Where the hell are you going?" I yelled angrily. Did he have a death wish? He stopped for a moment, looking back at me but quickly turning his attention back to his truck, which was parked on the curb. He didn't hesitate to take off after that, speeding down the road recklessly.
A group of those weirdos were heading for the front door, as some of the party-goers went to hold the door back, but were too late. The creatures piled on them and started to bite and tear the group up. The horrendous smell caused me to gag, and the sound of people being torn apart didn't help, either. Whatever these things are, they aren't human, not anymore at least. Lauren was in the corner sobbing and Devin was too high to even understand.
One of the things got up and started walking towards me, "B-Back off!", I yelled. I needed something to hold them back, I ran over to the nearby closet, grabbing a broom. I tried using the handle to push the corpse back. This wasn't going to work for long, more were coming inside.
Rodney and Quinn came running down the stairs, Rodney holding Farah, "Come the fuck on, get to the van!" Quinn shouted as Lauren went running for the driveway, leaving Devin behind. Noticing something Lauren might've forgotten, I grabbed up Devin and dragged him along to the car. Jamming Devin's almost lifeless body into the back seat, I hopped beside him, Rodney following behind and slamming the door just in time for us to take off.
"Wh'goin on?" Devin asked as he leaned on my shoulder, falling asleep soon after. I thought to myself, 'He's gonna be hopeless until he's sober.'. Looking over to Rodney who was still holding Farah tightly, I noticed his shoulder was dripping blood.
"Fuck, Rod, What happened?" I was trying not to look disgusted but whatever happened to him made it difficult not to.
"That shit bag at the door bit me, hurts like hell." Rodney answered, his eyes locked onto Farah, "All I'm worried about right now is my little girl.".
"We're gonna get you some help, just gotta get away from whatever the fuck that was." Quinn assured her husband, her voice more stressed than she let on.
Lauren peeked over to the back, "Dontcha think someone else should take Farah? Y'know –" Rodney cut her off, enraged.
"Well excuse me, I didn't know she was your fucking kid!" Rodney retorted.
"Look, I'm sorry, I just –" I unintentionally cut her off.
"Can we save this for later? Think of the damn kid!" The poor kid was fucking shaking, clearly traumatized over what happened earlier. I would be too if I woke up to that.
The car fell silent after that, all except for Devin's constant snoring. After a couple minutes of the awkward silence, Quinn put a CD into the stereo.
"It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger"
God, this is gonna be a long ride.
Thank you for reading! I've included descriptions of each characters appearance below if you're interested!
James and Farah: To see pictures of James and Farah, check out the tumblr blog "all-our-flaws"! I'll be updating with pictures of the other characters soon also!
Devin: Devin has olive skin, baggy grey eyes, and curly black hair twisted into dreadlocks, He is 5'11" and has a small build, his clothes are usually dirty and loose fitting. He is 23 years old.
Lauren: Lauren has fair skin, blue soft eyes, and very frizzy medium length ginger hair. She is 5'9" and has a slender build, her clothes are usually quite scruffy and she prefers them to be form fitting.
Quinn: Quinn has fair freckled skin, wide light green eyes, and long messy black hair. She is 5'3" and has an average build, her clothes are usually quite expensive and she prefers them to be modest.
Rodney: Rodney has fair skin, small brown eyes, and slicked back light brown hair. He is 6'4" and has a plump build, his clothes are usually quite plain and he prefers them to be loose.