D: I do not, in anyway, own the Rage virus or 28 Days/Weeks Later.
This is a story made for a forum I'm already on so...the imagery of the characters werent described due to the characters being people I already know. XP Besides Heather...she's just thrown in there. I'm well aware of the mistakes and such but this is after a 4/5 year hiatus of no writing at all and I'm damn well too lazy to proofread. I'll tell you that now. ANYWAYZ, R/R plz and enjoy!
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All Things Have A Beginning
She had been sitting in the corner at least 4 hours now with her legs wrapped in her arms to her chest and yet Heather hadn't said a word to either of rescuers. The abandoned home, or rather shack, was their only secure spot before day rose up again from nightfall. She didn't care that it was dusty, dirty and crawling with insects… at the moment all she could keep her mind on was her family. Steve and Taylor attempted to bring her to some shed of light in the situation but the appearance of death was in her eyes. It was easy to tell that she couldn't care less if the creatures had come and attacked the trio as long as she didn't have to carry the burden of seeing her family killed in front of her eyes.
"Taylor…I don't know if we can keep her around much longer." Steve, standing beside a window with a baseball bat in hand, didn't want to make the comment but giving into feelings at the moment was something he didn't want to do. It was the only thing he could find to make survival as easy as possible. Taylor was just about the complete opposite with the situation. He had always given into what he felt was the right thing emotionally rather than logically. Instead of going badass and trying to kill anyone who was infected, anyone close to his personal life was too much of a hardship to handle. "What do you mean we can't keep her?" His voice was a bit over the level for Steve to feel comfortable with her in the room.
"Look at her, she WANTS to die. She'll only make the situation worse for the both of us and you know that." Steve pulled a finger between the wall and the curtain to check outside for any of the infected, luckily none in sight. "She's just like us! You were like that too when it happened, weren't you!" Steve motioned for him to lower his voice but Taylor ignored it. "When you saw every one of your friends ripped apart in front of you and all you could do was run away, I don't remember seeing a smile on your face! She's staying with us and that's the end of the debate."
Heather didn't pay the two any mind and once the room grew silent, she finally made a moment. Her bones cracked slightly from sitting in the same position for so long but her body just dragged forward. The two males watched her movements carefully wondering as to watch it was she was going to do. Steve then heard it. There was a sound of fast paced stomping coming from outside heading towards the shack. He caught on quick exactly what it was that Heather was going to do but he couldn't catch her in the amount of time to stop her from swinging the door open and allowing the infected soldier into the room. He had a heavy set build and tall frame, enough to kill any of the three with a single swipe of his fist. His bloodshot eyes and sweaty face twist and turned his head at the three watching carefully as his jaw hang open with enormous amounts of spit dripping from his lips.
She didn't move an inch as the creature hunched over her much smaller body. A screeching yell blasted across her face as she felt the man grab at her shoulders and throw her to the ground with himself hovering over her and not a second past before Steve and Taylor heard the loud scream erupt from the girl as an amount of vomit splashed over her face. Steve quickly moved over to the pair and tried to slam the bat down onto his head but his attempt failed as he was tackled back. It took a moment to catch his breath but the creature lunged at him once again this time slamming into the wall as Steve moved out of the way and swung the bat as hard as possible into his head causing a splatter effect across his own clothing and the floor around him. Jumping back slightly, he turned his head to his partner and the girl only to spot Taylor laying across the ground in pain soon to become one of them and the Heathers bloodshot eyes staring directly at him.