"Damn it...how many of them are out there?" Marisol Vargas wondered aloud as she stepped on the body of a fallen zombie, now dead for good. She had just thrown a baseball bat directly at it's head, crushing it against the exterior wall of a store. The head smashed and as the bloody body fell to the sidewalk, Marisol sighed and asked her question.
"I don't know." Marisol's younger sister, Feliciana Vargas, answered. She stepped beside her sister, also holding a bloody baseball bat that matched her slightly bloodstained clothing, just like her sister's. She gazed out upon the familiar street. The street that they knew so well, with it's street lamps and smiling faces of shopkeepers with small gardens outside their stores. Children would run about, laughing. Cars would drive by, holding people and taking them to wherever it was that they had to go.
But now...now it was nothing. It was nothing but blood and destruction. No one was out; there were no smiling shopkeepers or laughing children or even cars driving by. Windows were smashed, gardens trampled, and trash was everywhere.
The bodies of dead zombies were lying about, all killed a final time by Marisol and Feliciana. Their heads were smashed and blood was everywhere; that was the only was to kill them. Some of these people were their neighbors or friends, but that's not who they are now. Now they're literal walking corpses who only care about killing and eating.
The Italian sisters had realized it from the moment that this thing spread that they had to become strong and tough. So they had hardened their hearts and killed their friends neighbors. But hardened heart or not, it still didn't change the fact that the world they knew this morning was gone. It was only a memory now, and this is the world they live in. A zombie infested twisted world where one must not trust anyone and must kill to survive.
"But who knew that it would all come to an end this quickly?"
"No one did." Marisol stepped off the dead zombie and continued walking down the empty street, her long brunette pony tail swishing behind her head. Her hazel eyes held no emotion except need. She had a need, and that need was to protect her sister.
Everyone else had been transformed before both of their eyes and they had to kill them, their friends. Their neighbors. Their parents. The crunch of their skulls sent shudders through Marisol's nerves and made tears prick at her eyes. She was ending a life. But...it wasn't even alive. It was the walking dead, and it was just awful. The soul was trapped, unable to move on anywhere. The body moved and the soul remained, however lifeless it may be. It is a horrible and sickening way to end. Marisol was going to make sure that Feliciana didn't turn. She would survive, even if it meant that Marisol would not.
"Where're we going to go now?" Feliciana hopped along after her sister, pushing some of her long curly brown hair out of her amber eyes. Her innocent amber eyes. If only they could've stayed that way.
"To find a safe house," Marisol answered, slowing down some for her 4'5.5" sister to catch up. She was only that tall, but she was already eighteen. Marisol was nineteen and 5'10.5". Feliciana's shortness was guessed to be due to her Sicilian blood, while Marisol's was Sardinian. They were each born in different places, but they shared the same mother and, for a while, the same father. But then they turned. And had to be killed. "We're going to rebuild the best we can. Or at least stay safe until we can rebuild. Either way, we're going to find a place somewhere; isolated and safe. It'll be perfect for the two of us."
Feliciana smiled. It was a tiny smile, but it meant the world to Marisol. She turned her head and made eye contact with her younger sister, whom was looking at her with her sweet eyes. The memories and emotions that those sweet little eyes held... Marisol could tell that her sister was trying to hold back how she truly felt. "Thank you," Feliciana said softly. "I'd like that."
Marisol felt tears well in her eyes. She dropped her bat and fell to her knees and pulled her sister into a loving embrace. She clutched to her, as though trying to hold on to her innocence for her, trying to keep her as that sweet, innocent girl that she is. Or rather, was. Marisol tried to hold in the tears the best she could; she couldn't cry in front of her sister. She had to stay strong.
Feliciana tried to stay strong as well when she dropped her bat and hugged Marisol back. But this was all to much for her. Feliciana let a tear slide down her cheek and into her sister's shoulder, and from there she let it all go. She cried into Marisol's shoulder, letting out all of the pain and confusion that she felt in the tears that she shed. This had all been forced upon her, and so soon! This morning, it was all fine. But within a few short hours it had all turned ugly. Feliciana was overwhelmed by so much emotion and scared by the unknown that lay ahead of her, and the only way that she could express how she felt was by crying and confiding in her sister.
Marisol gently stroked Feliciana's hair as she cried loudly. This made it even harder for Marisol's eyes to stay dry, but somehow she managed it. She didn't cry, but instead soothed Feliciana as she cried. "Sh...sh...just let it out. It's okay for you to cry, just let it out. Let it out..."
After a good ten minutes of sobbing, Feliciana pulled away from her sister and rubbed her nose. Marisol was still kneeling down, one hand on her younger sister's shoulders. Her other hand wiped the stray tears from her eyes. She looked at Feliciana and smiled weakly. Marisol spoke slowly, choosing each word carefully. "I can't tell you that it's going to be okay, because it probably won't be...not for a while, maybe not ever. But no matter what, we will survive. I'll take care of you, Feli. We'll look after each other, and we /will/ survive. I won't be there for you all the time...though I wish I could be. But when I'm not, I...I want you to be strong. Be strong for me, Feliciana. Please."
Feliciana nodded and bit her lip so to not cry anymore. She was a big girl after all, and big girls don't cry. "Yes, Marisol. I'll be strong. I-I promise! I'll be strong, for you."
Marisol sighed and looked once more at her younger sister's confused, afraid, overwhelmed, and...brave eyes. "I love you, sis."
"Anch'io ti amo," Feliciana answered in Italian. She fell into her sister's arms once more and buried her face in her shoulder.
Their hug was cut short though, because at that moment two SUVs, each as black as night, came driving down the street.
Marisol pulled away from Feliciana and stepped in front of her as the SUVs stopped dead and four people emerged from its black leather interior, two from each SUV. Two of the men had black hair and the other two were brown haired and blonde. They all had on very official looking black and white suits and wore tinted sunglasses. As the four men approached Feliciana and Marisol, the sisters picked up their bloodied baseball bats and held their ground, Marisol still in front of her sister.
"Marisol Angelica Celestina Vargas," one of the black haired men said. Marisol flinched, but held her ground. She flinched even more so as the brown haired man called out her sister's name.
"Feliciana Francesca Romana Bianca Vargas."
"You are both to come with us, immediately," the blonde one ordered.
"And why the hell would we do that?" Marisol snarled, her hands visibly clenching on the handle of her bat. There was no way in hell that she would trust this man, or any of these men for that matter, with her little sister.
"Because-" the second black haired one started, but was cut off by the first when he raised his hand.
"It is official government business. You /must/ come with us; you two are a part of humanity's last hope."
Marisol blinked. "Are you fucking kidding me? That's a load of bull."
The man shook his head. "No, I assure you, this is not bull. You are needed as an important role in mankind's last hope."
"That's bull!" Feliciana called out from behind Marisol. She stepped back some and bumped into Feliciana. She got the message and stayed silent.
Marisol stared at the four government creeps with a flame in her eyes. A flame that said, "Get the fuck outta here before I fucking make you." She spoke it aloud, too. Marisol raised her bat and prepared to swing. She froze when she heard a gun cock.
The blonde man had pulled out a Beretta 92 and had it aimed directly at Marisol's forehead. "We are allowed to use force, if necessary," he said with an emotionless face.
Marisol hesitated. She turned her head and looked behind her to see Feliciana's eyes, wide and scared, staring directly at the gun that was pointed at her older sister. Marisol lowered the bat just a little and thought for a moment. She sighed mentally. She did not trust these men one bit, especially not with her sister. But they weren't afraid to use force. Yes, they were apparently humanity's last hope, but they were only a portion of it. They had probably had many more people to spare. So if the Italian sisters didn't cooperate, then these men wouldn't hesitate to kill her and Feliciana. God, the thought made Marisol sick to her stomach and her heart shatter into a million pieces. The only reason that she was going to go with them is because she doesn't want her sister to get hurt.
Marisol sighed aloud and lowered the bat completely. She did't drop it, though. She wasn't going to leave her weapon behind. Feliciana looked up to her sister, and Marisol looked back at her with an apologetic look in her eyes. Feliciana nodded, notifying Marisol that she understood, and held on to her bat and stuck close to her sister's side.
The blonde man lowered his Beretta 92 and put it away. "Thank you. Mankind will forever treasure the actions and decisions that you have made today."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Marisol waved her hand in his face and climbed into the backseat of the SUV driven by the second black haired man and the brown haired one. She let Feliciana in first, naturally.
The four men all climbed into their vehicles and drove away and down the familiar street of Marisol and Feliciana's neighborhood.
Marisol looked over at her younger sister and she looked too. Marisol grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Feliciana smiled a tiny smile, and Marisol did too. Neither of them had any idea where they were going, and Marisol wanted to reassure her sister that she was going to protect her, no matter what happened or where they ended up going.