Okay here's a new story. I've had the sudden desire to do a zombie story after watching the animated Resident Evil movie. This story won't be like that though. So I hope you enjoy. Oh and those of you who are wondering I will be getting back to my other stories I've just lost inspiration for now.
I don't own Twilight, if I did Edward would have never left in New Moon.
Darkest Night
Chapter One- I look terrifying and she can read minds
I tried to focus on anything besides the moaning and groaning coming from outside the room I am currently stuck in with my roommate.
My name is Isabella Marie Swan but I prefer Bella. I'm twenty years old and an English major at the University of Washington in Seattle. My roommate's name is Mary Alice Brandon but she prefers Alice. Alice is a fashion design major and an interior design minor.
We live in a two bedroom one bathroom apartment on the second floor of a four floor apartment building about five minutes from campus.
At the present moment we are locked in Alice's bedroom to avoid being eaten by a zombie like monster currently residing in our living room.
When we had first seen the news reports about those monsters we had thought it was some stupid prank, since it's so close to Halloween; but now with that monster in our living room I can definitely vouch that it is not a prank.
About fifteen minutes earlier we had heard some pounding on out front door. Thinking it was just a neighbor freaked out about the "phony" news reports Alice had answered the door, only it hadn't been a freaked out neighbor, it had been a zombie. Luckily Alice has quick reflexes so before the monster could even try to grab her she had jumped backwards and ran for her bedroom pulling me behind her. Unfortunately she had forgotten to close the door, so now that monster is in our apartment.
"Bella, what are we going to do?" Alice asked from where she sat on her bed as she watched me pace around her room.
"I don't know. Do you have anything in here we can use as a weapon?" I asked after I stopped pacing and began to look around her room for a weapon without getting into her stuff.
"Um, I have that gun your dad gave me, but I don't know how to shoot it," Alice stated and then pulled the gun out of a drawer in her bedside table.
Me dad, Charlie is the police chief of Forks Washington. When Alice and I had told him we were moving into an apartment after out first year of college, he had given us each a handgun and four boxes of fifty bullets as an apartment warming gift and then demanded we each keep one in our room.
"That's okay, I know how. Charlie taught me after high school before letting me leave," I said taking the gun from Alice. "Here's what we're going to do, you're going to pack a bag with anything you can't live without. Then I'm going to open this door and shoot that monster in the head. Then I'm going to pack a bag and we're going to get the hell out of here," I explained to Alice.
"That's all good Bella but where are we going to go," Alice asked as she looked at me skeptically.
"Well I was thinking we could either check the other apartments for non-zombie-ish people and then go to the college or just go to the college," I suggested.
"Um…why the college?" Alice asked as she stood up and began to pack a bag she found under her bed.
"We'll probably find more people there," I said simply as Alice packed a change of clothes, her iPod, her, diary, and all her money.
"Or more of those things. We could always just steal a car, go to Chicago, and find my cousin," Alice suggested while putting her cell phone in her pocket.
The cousin Alice is talking about is Edward Masen. All Alice has told me about him is that he is twenty-five and a doctor. She also insists that he is perfect for me and I am perfect for him. I think Alice is a little delusional.
Before I could respond to Alice's suggestion her cell phone began ringing. Alice jumped about a foot in the air and then answered it.
"Hello…stuck in my room…we're fine…oh, ok…yep…I will…I promise…ok, bye," Alice said into her phone and then hung up.
"Who was that?" I asked after it became apparent that Alice wasn't going to offer up the information.
"That was Edward. He said Chicago was overrun with those things when he left yesterday. He's about four hours away from here. He plans on picking us and any survivors up and driving to Canada," Alice explained.
"Alright then we should probably find some survivors," I said and then raising the gun I walked towards the door.
Before opening the door I pressed my ear against it listening for the zombie. Thankfully and a little shocking I heard nothing.
"Do you think it's gone?" Alice whispered as she stood nervously behind me.
"Maybe," I muttered and then opened the door, the gun held out in front of me, ready to kill a zombie.
Luckily the zombie didn't appear to be in our apartment and longer. Not taking any chances I walked towards me room with the gun still raised.
The door to me room was closed so I was hopeful that the zombie didn't find it's way there; seeing as they didn't appear to be able to open or close doors. Still I didn't lower the gun as I opened the door.
Once I was sure that my room was zombie free I lowered the gun and closed the door behind Alice.
I quickly threw a change of clothes, my iPod, my money, and me favorite book Wuthering Heights in a bag. I then got my gun out of it's hiding place and packed away the four boxes of bullets that were with it.
"I think we should check the other apartments before we leave," Alice suggested as she watched me pack.
"I think that's a good idea," I said as I shoved my cell phone into my pocket after making sure I had no missed calls.
"We should probably start at the top floor and work our way down," Alice said as I strapped my bag to my back and held both guns. Charlie had made sure that I could accurately shoot any kind of gun with both hands.
"Yeah sounds good. Alice you sure you don't want one of the guns?" I asked, not sure how I felt about Alice walking around unarmed.
"Yep I'm sure. Besides my aim sucks and I might get jumpy and shoot a good guy. Anyway the zombies might just run away if they see you; you look absolutely terrifying. But if we find a flame thrower it's all mine," Alice said and then quickly put my hair into a high ponytail already knowing that I'll want it out of my face. Sometimes I think Alice can read my mind.
I took one more deep breath before opening the door to my room. So far the coast seemed clear and I speed walked it towards our front door with Alice following me.
As we were passing the doorway to the kitchen I got my first look at the zombie that was in there staring blankly at a wall. I suddenly understood why Alice had seemed so jumpy and not like her usual self; Alice normally is the one making the plans and giving out the orders. The zombie looked like a decomposing body that hadn't been preserved correctly. It's eyes looked seconds away from falling out of their sockets, it's skin was slowly pealing off, and I know how this poor guy died; he has several gun wounds in his chest and one in the side of his head that managed to go all the way through. One word to describe this, disgusting.
I quickly pointed towards it so that Alice would know where the thing was. I didn't want to draw attention with a gun shot incase more of those things were hanging around.
Alice and I quickly continued towards the front door and were out in the hall with the door closed behind us without making any kinds of noise.
I checked the halls for any zombies while Alice for some reason looked our door. After making sure the coast was clear I looked at Alice questioningly.
"It's to make sure no one can get in and he can't get out," Alice said simply as she pocketed her key.
"Oh, I hadn't thought about that. Well Alice lets get this over with," I said and then Alice and I started walking towards the stairs.
Each floor has one sometimes two apartments on it. The fourth floor had one, the third two, the second has just ours, and the first has a small one and an office.
When we made it to the fourth floor we decided that Alice would open the door standing off to the side while I stood in the doorway wit my guns raised ready to blow some zombie heads off. I tried to seem like I was calm and unafraid hoping that that would calm Alice down but on the inside I was terrified; but like anyone does when they don't want to deal with something I ignored the feeling.
After I softly counted to three Alice swung the door open and then quickly got out of my way. Everything looked okay in the first room, that was the living room, but I could already hear the moaning and groaning of a zombie coming from further in the house.
"I really hope that that's a zombie and not someone messing around," Alice said softly and then giggled lightly.
I grinned at her comment before glancing at the floor of a hallway that seemed to lead back to a bedroom to see a blood trail.
"Well if it is someone messing around they have really disgusting preferences," I muttered as I gestured with the gun in my right hand to the blood.
I stopped in front of the doorway to the room that the zombie was definitely in to peak inside to see what was going on.
The zombie was standing in front of a closed door that was either a closet or a bathroom. Every once in awhile he would bang against the door, obviously what he thought was going to be in his meal was hiding behind that door.
This zombie was a lot less gory then the one in our apartment. If it was for the noise it makes and the stupidity of not just opening the door I wouldn't even know it is a zombie. Well that is until you notice the huge hole in it's stomach.
Raising the gun in my right hand I aimed and fired one shot right into the thing's head. I was getting ready to fire anther shot thinking it would take more than one shot to kill it, when the thing surprisingly fell to the ground dead…again.
"Sweet it only takes one shot to the head to kill them, again," I stated as I stared at the thing laying on the ground.
"Um…excuse me, you can come out now we're not going to kill you and that thing is dead for good now," Alice said speaking to the person behind the door.
"Well we won't kill you as long as you're not one of them," I muttered as I turned around to face the door back out of this room to make sure we weren't being snuck up on.
From behind me the door opened and from the sounds of it two people shuffled out. After making sure we were still safe I turned around to see a man and a woman standing in front of us.
"Hi I'm Alice Brandon and this Bella Swan. We came up here to see if anyone was alive, err…well not one of those things," Alice explained with her usual pep that is normal for her but hyper for everyone else.
"Uh…hello, I'm Rosalie Hale and this is Jessica Stanley," a blonde hair supermodel look-a-like said as she eyed my guns warily.
"Yeah hi, do you guys like know what's going on with that thing?" Jessica asked in a voice that made me long to scratch my nails down a chalkboard.
"Well they're, for lack of better word, zombies. I have you two been watching the news?" Alice asked making me want to laugh. They looked like a couple of blonde bimbos, they were probably watching Project Runway not the news.
"No, why do they explain this on the news? How would they explain this on the news?" Rosalie asked not sounding like to much of a blonde bimbo.
"Yeah, Bella and I seen it on the news before we were attacked. We didn't take it seriously at first but we do now. The news suggest to stay inside and keep them out but I don't think we can do that now since they're already in here. Bella learned that a bullet to the brain will kill them. I'm thinking that any kind of assault to their skull will kill them," Alice explained.
"So if you have any kind of weapon I'd grab it now," I suggested starting to get tired of standing around talking, plus I couldn't remember if we closed the front door.
"I suggest you pack one bag with a change of clothes, your money, and anything else you can't live without," Alice said as she started to hop fro one foot to the other.
"Just one bag! But that just won't work," Jessica complained her voice even more high pitched then before.
"Well you can pack more but when the zombies get you cause you have to much stuff I'm not going to waste my bullets to save your ass," I said irritated with the prissy attitude of this girl.
"Bella!" Alice exclaimed but I could tell she was trying not to laugh.
"Fine," Jessica muttered as she gave me a glare and then looked at the ground when I returned her glare with one of my own.
Turns out the room we're in is Rosalie's, so we all watched as she packed a bag with clothes, her money, her iPod, and her cell phone. We then watched as she pulled an aluminum bat from the back of her closet, which was where they were hiding.
"Well you said any assault to their head would kill them, so my bat should kill those fuckers, right?" Rosalie asked as she shouldered the bat and strapped her bag to her back.
"Yep that should definitely do," I said and then led the way out of the room and after checking to make sure all was safe I let Jessica lead us to her room.
After Jessica packed her own bag with her essentials which included clothes, money, iPod, and makeup, we made our way back to the front door.
We decided that I would be in front with Jessica and Alice in the middle and Rosalie taking up the rear.
"So what exactly is your plan?" Rosalie asked as we all made our way down to the third floor.
"Well we want to check all the apartments for more survivors, and then my cousin is on his way here from Chicago. He plans on taking us to Canada. He thinks it will be safe us there," Alice explained as we walked towards the first apartment on the third floor.
"You can skip this apartment. You killed the guy who lives in it," Rosalie stated.
"He didn't have a roommate?" I asked already moving past the apartment towards the next one.
"Nope he couldn't find anyone willing enough to room with him. So, Bella why do you have two guns?" Rosalie asked.
"My dad is chief of police in Forks. When Alice and I decided to move into an apartment these were his house warming gifts. Alice, unfortunately, doesn't know how to shoot, so I'm using both of them," I explained as I stopped in front of the door to the next apartment.
Alice and I opened the door the same way we did before and the preformed a quick search of the apartment. The apartment was empty of any living or zombie people, so we searched the place for money and anything else we could use.
We then quickly moved on and down to the first floor where we found a zombie loitering in the hallway. I quickly shot the thing in the head before it even had a chance to move more than a step towards us.
"So, why'd we pass the first floor?" Rosalie asked as I moved towards the door to the office and quickly checked it.
"That's where our apartment is. The only thing on that floor is a zombie that is locked in our apartment," I explained as I moved to the last apartment in this building.
Alice and I opened the door and the same manor as before, and as soon as it was opened I was wishing we had just decided just to leave.
Well that's chapter one, hope you like it. Please review even if it's just one word. One word reviews are good enough for me.
