Well hello. Fancy seeing you here. So this is my third fanfiction that I've published and well third time's the charm! This fanfiction has literally been chilling in one of my notebooks for two years. That's like a billion years in fanfiction time. Anyways here it is. Chapter One. Like always, I'm posting the first chapter only. If it goes well, you shall receive it all! If not, well, I'll go curl up and die. So enjoy!
The wind began blowing and it shook up the dead leaves piled around the playground. Annabelle giggled as she began chasing them around the swingset as they danced away from her. Sharpening my knife in slow strokes, I glanced up and smiled at the simplicity of it. I placed my knife down and stood up, embracing the strong, autumn breeze. My sister smiled up at me as she stopped her chase. Clutching an auburn leaf, she handed me her coveted prize.
"It's for the collection," She said, with the air in her voice that all six year olds carried. I nodded and with that signal she ran off to begin her descent on the swings. My little sisters strange obsession with leaves is something that I will never understand. Pulling out a worn notebook from an even more worn drawstring bag, I tucked the leaf safely inside the pages. "Come push me," She cried out, her short legs barely long enough to let her toes scratch against the asphalt.
"Aren't you old enough to push yourself, Annie?" I teased but nevertheless made my way over to the rusted swings. She stuck her tongue out at me, then turned to seemingly smile at the sky.
"I wanna go as high as the birds. All the way up! Maybe I'll make it all the way to Heaven. Do you think Mom and Dad will be there?" She asked, without a care in the world in her voice. My breath hitched in my throat as I stopped in my tracks. I breathed in and out, plastering a big smile.
"I don't think you can go that high, honey. Besides, heaven doesn't need another angel." I said, pressing my hands on her back and giving her a quick push. Her legs began to swing back and forth as she slowly swung back to me. Pushing her again, her legs began to pump back and forth and I walked back to my spot. Sitting down, I tucked my knife into the bag and checked it for the umpth time for my gun. I slipped it out and placed it next to me. The cool metal was soothing against my hand as I picked it up and checked the clip. Shoving the clip back with a satisfying click, I placed it in the holster on my side.
The day was calm. The neighbor we had stopped in was unusually calm. It was in a small town that must've not been hit as hard. I sighed. The wind began to pick up again, stronger and whipping up leaves and debris. I tucked my jacket tighter around me and reminded myself to try and find warmer clothes. Something struck my leg, blown fiercely against it. I picked it up and realized it was a crumpled up piece of paper. Spreading it open on my lap, emboldened letters screamed up at me from the element attacked paper. "Instructions for Contagion Prevention." I crumpled it back up and tossed it at an overflowing trashcan. I missed. The sun faded flyer had been one of the millions that had been passed out and stapled everywhere by government workers at the beginning of the infection. When they first thought that they could stop it. When we still had a government to hand out flyers. It happened fast. Fast enough to where no one knew what it do. All we knew is that the people were sick and then they died, we didn't figure out that they came back until it was too late. It all went to hell. My parents kept us alive, at the loss of their own lives. My sister was freshly five when the infection hit, I was stuck between fourteen and fifteen.
Annabelles giggles were the only thing to fill the empty space. Slowly, I picked up my knife and began sharpening it to the rhythm of the squeaking of the swing set. For a while, it was calm. A sharp scream erupted against the seemingly silent day.
"Alyss! Walker!"