Disclaimer: I do not own 28 Weeks later
Hi everybody. This is my first story. First of all, I have to say that English is not my native language, so sorry if there are any mistakes. I try my best to avoid mistakes. I hope you will enjoy reading. Reviews are always welcomed :)
Prologue
Breathing heavily, she ran through the empty streets of London. Her lungs were burning, but her fear was so big that she could ignore that easily.
Even a pause of five seconds could mean her death. She did not want to die, especially not in this way. Not as a monster who lost his mind and who is only full of greed to devour people. She would rather prefer a final death than to be an uncontrolled monster.
At the thought of being a virus infested zombie she speeded up.
Raquelle Cooley was not a really good person, but a petty criminal. At least, she was not a monster. The black-haired could not help it that she was a criminal. I t was apparently in her family. Her father was also a criminal. And he was the reason she has not disappeared from London along with all the others who were evacuated. Luckily, no one cared for a petty criminal like her. No one was looking for her. But she really does not give a damn.
Raquelle could not get away from London without him, so she has gone in search of her father. Not a particularly successful search. All the time she was busy running away from the infested zombies.
She had no opportunity to look for him even though she knew where she has to begin. Yet, she was thinking of him every night, at any rate, when the lovely zombies gave her the chance to.
"Bloody hell", she swore as she fled into a small alley. Her back pressed against the brick wall of the building while she was focusing on the sounds that surrounded her.
She could hear nothing else than her own breath. She let herself fall on the wall slowly, still leaning her back against it.
The power left her slowly but surely. It was exhausting to be on the run all the time. Only now she noticed that her lungs were burning and that her legs suddenly felt as hard as stone.
The black-haired would have probably given up long ago if her father would not have been. Only for him, she fled. Only for him, she wanted to stay alive. She wanted to find him so that they could get out of here together. It was all for him.
Again, she listened attentively, but there was no sound. Not even birds chirping or the wind blowing. Absolutely nothing.
Melancholy took hold in her minds. Raquelle was born in the home of her father which was Philadelphia in the United States, but she has lived in London since she was nine years old.
Beautiful memories are not only connected with Philadelphia, but also with London. London was not only her mother´s hometown, but also hers.
She loved London, has always loved it. But now her home was just left and lifeless. Dead as the corpses that lay scattered all over the streets.
No children laughter anymore, no more tumult, no teenagers who were hanging out together after school. Nothing.
Everything was dead. Maybe even her father. What made her believe that he is still alive? What made her believe that he is waiting for her? What made her believe that he is not a fucking zombie ready to tear her up?
She swallowed hard at that thought.
Stop thinking about it, she ordered herself. Her hands ran across her face.
What should she do? What the fuck should she do? Just keep this up until she meets her dad and then leave London with him and live a good life as if nothing had happened? Should she continue to believe in a happy ending?
Bloody hell, this is real life and not a fucking fairy tale!, she thought.
A crash startled her.
Crap, she thought. Without losing any time, she jumped to her feet and sprinted. She was not even sure if she was being followed, but she would not be stupid enough to risk a glance backwards. She had to run. That was what she did all day. Running for her life.
She raced through the corpse-strewn streets, dodging the dead bodies.
Her heart was beating fast and hard against her chest. But she ignored it.
Her lungs were burning again, like the rest of her adrenaline pumped body. But she ignored it.
Her legs ached at every single step she took. But she ignored it.
Her desperate gaze sought the area off for the best escape route.
Just one second of inattention was all. Just a second was necessary so that her foot struck against a hard dead body. Just one second in which Raquelle stumbled over a corpse.
It was impossible for her to avoid the collision. Her head crashed hard against the curb. She felt the sharp pain in her head for only a few seconds, until everything around her finally went black.