Disclaimer : I bought a bunny from the weird lady down the street but I'm allergic to bunnies. Is Dan Schneider allergic to bunnies? I don't know if he is but if so at least he owns iCarly. Sadface cuz I don't own iCarly…or a bunny.
Freddie Benson Journal Entry
Things have changed so much since I wrote a couple months ago. Last time I wrote the only thing bugging me was a tick bath now I gonna worry about being eaten. I don't know how it started but we call them lurkers because they die but here they refuse to stay dead. I was hanging out at school during lunch when the news came from eastern America and by last bell, the disease was in Seattle. Me and Sam both lost our moms to it and Gibby didn't make it either (Tasha ate him).
I took charge and now we're somewhere near L.A. Food is hard to come by and Sam is hungrier than the lurkers, which makes me mad at myself for not be able to find her enough food. Sam and I are together now, Carly fell in love with this guy from Yakima but he died and Spencer is still lonely as ever.
I'm only writing now because I have an uneasy feeling like maybe my days are numbered with a single digit. So, if this is my last entry let it be known that I, Fredward Benson, being of sound mind and body, declare myself to be a tech-nerd, best friend to Carly Shay, blood brother of Spencer Shay and completely in love with Princess Puckett.
12:09 am on Friday, April 17, 2015. Happy Birthday, Sam.
Sam's POV
"What's going on out there?" Carly said into her walkie-talkie while.
"There were a few lurkers by an overturned school bus but mama gots 'em good, Carls." I said in response to the noise on my walkie-talkie. "What about the building?"
"No noise, here. And Freddie cleared the garage. Water and electricity work and there's food, too. Sam, come back b-"
"Before dark, I know what happens when the sun drops, Carlotta." I cut-in, "I'll swing by and get Spencer, so we can check out the fencing sitch-e-
ation." I attached the walkie-talkie to my belt again. Something feels wrong here, there're usually more lurkers and why has Freddifer been going off on his own lately? I took a seat on an old, burnt car and started trying to detangle my hair. We try not to shower so the lurkers don't notice us so much and when we do shower we have to put on stinky clothes.
All of a sudden, there's a lurker a few feet in away from me and its already dark out. Freddison noticed that the number of lurkers quadruples at night and I was far from my car so I was in a pretty sticky situation. I grab my gun and shoot the figure in the head.
"Owwww!" The thing said. Wait… lurkers don't talk and last time I checked, nobody does after you shoot them in the head. "DUDE! What kinda person shoots someone in the friggin' head?"
I turn on the flashlight band hanging around my neck to get a better look. I'm off the car now and I have my good ole handgun pointed at the girl's head.
She sniffed the air then said, "Oh, man you're human. What's a human doing out after the sun's dropped?"
I didn't understand because I had shot this girl yet there wasn't a mark on her and mama don't miss. "I didn't know it was moontime." I mumbled but she heard me anyway.
"Well, I'm Driver, what's your name?" Her left ear twitched and she whipped her head in the direction. "Sam." I responded and looked the same direction as Driver.
"Lurkers are coming. A lot of them, sounds like more than just a swarm. Come on, Sam I gotta get you out of here." Driver said and grabbed my extended arm and pulled me along with her as she walked. Her steps were quick and confident, like she walked this path every day. Then she started twitching her ears and looking nervous which only made her walk faster. I thought about going limp and letting her pull me but she would probably just tear my arm out of socket.
"Okay, we're not moving fast enough." Driver said. She grabbed my other arm, put my wrist together and looped them over her head. "Close your eyes and if you through up on me, I will drain you of all blood, got it?" Then Driver took off, all I could see were trees passing by in the darkness and I forced my eyes shut and my last meal back down to my stomach.
Then I felt myself being dropped on the ground, no a floor, so I was inside somewhere. I looked around and saw Driver mixing a drink at a small bar thing. There were other people in the room. I recognized a lot of them like Jonah, Griffin, Missy and…Gibby!
"Gibby! I thought Tasha ate you?" I said and looked at him. He stood up and took off his shirt. Yep, that's Gibby Gibson, all right. "She only bit me so I'm infected with something else now."
Freddie's POV
Sam hasn't returned or confirmed the walkie-talkie communication. It's around midnight, moontime, I'm freakin' out and Spencer won't let me go look for her. He doesn't want to lose anyone else but I have no intention on living without Sam. I've lost my mom, the use of technology and I refuse to lose Sam, too and no matter what Spencer says, I'm going out to find Sam if she hasn't confirmed the walkie noise at the end of the hour.
"Guys, Sam's okay! She's talking on the walkie." Carly screamed as she jumped up and down, gripping her walkie so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.
"Got distracted. Swarm of lurkers were coming but got a ride from a … an ally crashing at her and her friends' place. Be back after moontime. Walkie is dying. Stay safe." Sam's voice persisted through the white noise until finally giving into the sound of static. Carly looked at me expectantly. She's more dependent on other people then she used to be and I knew she wouldn't relax until I did. So I sat back into the couch with a look on my face that I hope appeared to be relief.
After seeing it was okay, Carly sat the walkie down and fell into her cot across the room and Spencer walked over to the M40 to look through the scope. Spencer ran his hands through his hair, it meant he was nervous and he never got nervous not under our present living conditions. I stood up and walked over to the rifle making sure to make noise on my way there, Spencer has a bit of a trigger finger when you sneak up on him. I could hear Carly's deep breathing even though she had just laid down she was already asleep.
"What's up, Spence?" I said in a cheerful whisper. But he spoke harshly and at regular volume, not caring about waking his little sister.
"Sam said a swarm was coming toward her and if she's out that way and we haven't seen the swarm yet then they're coming this way and we don't have our best shooter and little ammo and-" Spencer spoke nervously saying and a lot was what he did.
"Hey, it's okay the swarm probably went south. Even if they did come out this way, we have the fences up." I said trying to calm him, we we're blood brothers, and let's not mention how large a freak out Carly would have at the whole idea of a swarm coming our way.
"The fences aren't all up remember, the back is weak any more than 20 maybe 30 lurkers on that end of the fence and we're dead." Spencer's voice was calmer and quieter but he was still really nervous and then it hit me that a swarm, consisting of over a hundred lurkers, would not end well against just the 3 of us. And I didn't feel like being a midnight snack tonight. The zombies were not gonna get Fredward Benson or his friends not when he couldn't tell Sam how much he cared and not on her birthday.
"Move all the necessities up to the roof and don't wake Carly just yet. She needs some sleep." Not true I just wanted to avoid one of her hissy-fits. And finally I would be able to put my tech skills to use again to try and find Sam. Where ever she was, she was safe because the swarm has already passed her and if her walkie still has two working batteries I can find her.
So review please I wanna know if anyone actually likes/dislikes the story I wrote here. And to make you want to read the next chapter I'll give you a few questions: What is Driver? What's up with bringing back an old characters? How did Zombies take over? And the final question… What up with Sam and Freddie?