Author's Note:

Okay so just to clear something up yes there is two different stories called Night of the Loving Dead. Instead of just one of us posting, LilithSky and I have decided to post the same story just with different points of view. I'll be handling Clare's view point while she'll take Eli's. I repeat, this will be the same story so please don't tell me about how much my story is like hers, because we're writing this story together and posting the view points in separate sides. So I hope you enjoy. Let us know what you think of our idea. And if you don't like it please tell us what you didn't like and at least leave some constructive criticism not just hate.

We've also decided to post once a week, so that way we can make sure everything is perfect for you all. Without further ado we give to you... Night of the Loving Dead.

Three times I've thought the world had ended. Once when I thought I'd lost my sister, twice when my parents told me they were getting divorced, and a third when I lost Eli. Boy, do I ever miss him. Each event had sadness, guilt and suffering involved. However, none of them had anything on when the world actually ended. Well let me explain, the world wasn't really over, just close to being uninhabited by anything but animals and the dead. And from rumors there was a tiger that ate one of the infected and caught the infection. But I'm getting a head of myself. I'm not writing to rant about my personal life really. Well not from before the out break. The purpose of writing this is to share my story, to let others know what happened to let them know there is still hope, not only for man kind but for love. Now that I've created the world's worst introduction maybe I should start at the beginning...

The sun was beaming through my windows, informing me another bright day was awaiting me. I groaned into my pillow not wanting to get up. I was having a very good sleep, I didn't want to get up just yet. The longer I waited the less time would be spent watching Eli make kissy face with his new girlfriend. I shuddered at the thought of having to see him move on yet another day. It was hard to try and hide my jealousy. I know I shouldn't have such jealous feelings, but I had been the one after all to end things between us. Not that I didn't regret it every second since. I stretched, realizing laying in bed wasn't going to change a thing, I was still going to think about him, it was really hard trying not too. With another groan I stepped out of bed and looked out the window. I raised an eyebrow at the empty scene in front of me. I looked at my alarm clock and nodded, yeah I was right. Usually Mr. Jones was out mowing the lawn right now. The kids down the street would be running up and down the streets and even the Martin's annoying puppy was quiet today. It was a bit unnerving but I ignored it. With a sigh I turned back to my room and decided to get the day started.
I moved over to my closet and grabbed a simple outfit. Just a black tank top, shorts and a flannel shirt to fight off the light spring breeze that still held the nip of the winter chill. I quickly slipped into my black flats and skipped to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup. However, that plan was quickly killed once I saw my mom leaning over the toilet throwing up this gross black sludge. "Oh my gosh mom! Are you okay?" I exclaimed, rushing to her side. I pulled her hair away from her face just as she launched over the toilet again to spew out some more black stuff from her mouth. I gagged to as I smelled the fowl smell coming from the stuff that now in the previously white toilet. I swear, this smell is going to make me sick! Something wasn't right. "Mom we've got to get you to the hospital!" I stated standing up. "I'll go get the car ready."
"You can't drive!" she argued weakly, whipping her mouth on a towel that was by her knees. I rolled my eyes, sigh, mothers can be such over protective. "Mom Eli gave me enough lessons, I can handle it, and the hospital isn't that far." I stated before taking off down the stairs. I quickly grabbed her keys before heading out the door. I was assaulted by bright light of a perfect summer day, but outside something didn't seem right either. I looked around hugging myself tightly. I didn't have time for this, my mom needed to get to the hospital. I love my mom so much, and it hurts me to see her sick. I hurried to the car and unlocked it. I slid into the driver side and put the keys in ignition. I shook my head at the strange feeling I was getting. I needed to get my mother to the hospital then call my dad. I had a bad feeling. I was about to get out of the car when someone jumped at me. "Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed, holding my hand over my heart.
"Shit Clare I'm sorry." Came a familiar voice. I looked up to see Jake smiling down at me with a worried face. Really, he had to scare me now? "Where are you heading?" He asked looking at the keys I just put in the ignition. I took my time to reply trying to gain control of my breathing. I didn't have asthma but at the moment it felt like I might be having an attack. Or maybe it was a panic attack. Oh boy, now this is making me really scared.
"Jesus Jake you scared me. Um I need to take my mom to the hospital she's not feeling good." I answered, moving around me. He released the open door and followed me.
"I can take you; my parents just headed that direction. Dad is throwing up this weird slush stuff, we're worried about him." He said, standing at my door way. I stopped and turned to him with wide eyes. Oh my gosh, that's exactly what's wrong with my mom!
"That's what's wrong with mom." I whispered getting another shiver from this new occurrence. "Maybe it's a virus going around." He suggested with a shrug, by his stance and casual expression he didn't seem to be as worried as I was. This calmed me down a bit more, if he didn't think something was wrong then why should I?
"Um are you sure, you don't mind taking us?" I asked, feeling nervous about my own driving. I wasn't sure I could handle the car if she started throwing up again. To be honest I exaggerated when I said Eli had given me enough lessons. We had just started when Fitz came back and we started fighting. Jake nodded at me stepping into the force of the house. I ran back upstairs to find mom slumped back into the bathtub with her head back in an uncomfortable form of sleep. I carefully moved to her and knelt down. "Mom? We have to go now okay. Jake is going to take us. His dad is sick too." I whispered brushing her hair out of her face. I gasped as I saw how pale she was and how dark the circles were under her eyes. They almost looked like they were sunken in, which is ridiculous seeing as how they weren't the night before. "Jake!" I called out the door, before turning back to my sleeping mother.
"Yeah?" He asked, stopping short once he spotted my mother. His eyes widened as he took in the scene, I tried to hide the smile on my face, Jake always cared about my mom.
"I'm going to need your help." I muttered trying to pull my mother up by myself to no avail. I grunted as her dead weight weighed me down and I caught myself before falling into a pool of her vomit. Jake stepped forward grabbing my arm to steady me.
"Here I'll carry her okay." He resolved moving be out of the way. I didn't argue as he lifted my mother into his arms like she weighed no less then a gallon of milk. I led the way as we made it to the car. I patted my pockets realizing I didn't have my keys. I turned to our car and raced to get her car keys. "We're taking my truck he stated. He knew my mom all to well, if she found out I let him drive her car she'd have a fit. I simply nodded, locking her door and racing back to the front door to also lock it. I shook the knob to test it, satisfied I ran across the street to Jake's truck as he was getting my mom settled in. She was starting to gain consciousness, looking around in a sickened haze. "It's going to be okay, Mrs. Edwards." He reassured her before turning to me. "She's burning up." He whispered. I nodded running to the other side of the car and got in. Jake jumped in and started the engine, before looking over at my mom unsure. I gave him a weak smile as I pulled her over on to my shoulder as Jake pulled out of the drive.
We rushed through the usually busy streets that were oddly abandoned. "Jake what's going on?" I asked him over my mother's again sleeping body. He looked over at me with a questioning look. I pointed around us. "Everything is quiet." I elaborated. He shrugged looking nervous, obviously he hadn't noticed until now. He must be nervous about his own father who was just as sick as my mother. "Shoot I didn't call my dad." I moved to get my phone only to realize it wasn't in my pocket. "Crap I left my phone."
"Here use mine." Jake insisted handing his out to me. I nodded taking his smart phone into my hand. I began to shake as I dialed my father's cell number. Oh please let him not be busy. I prayed silently as I listened to the phone ring.
"Clare?" My father asked in a stressed voice. Oh thank you! I sent a thanks to God and looked over at Jake who was turning down another street.
"Dad, Oh thank goodness. Can you meet me at the hospital?" I asked, my voice was shaking, as I realized how much I needed my dad right now. Hopefully he'll say yes to coming over, mom really needs him right now.
"Clare honey is everything okay?" He asked concern lacing his voice. I almost cried right there, he sounded so confused and sad, and plus I also cried from my mom.
"Mom is sick. We are taking her to the hospital. Dad I think something is wrong." I answered, as a tear feel down my face.

"Okay baby, I'm on my way anyways. I'll meet you there. My secretary started throwing up everywhere so I'm driving her that way now." Dad explained, "I love you sweety! I'll see you soon, Clarebear everything is going to be okay." He promised before hanging up the phone. I sobbed quietly clinching the phone in my hand.
"Is everything okay is he going to meet us?" He asked, glancing over at me. I nodded not trusting my voice. "Is everything really okay?" He asked again eyeing me with a knowing look.
"His secretary is sick too, he was already on the way to the hospital. Jake what is going on?" I asked, desperate for answers that I knew he couldn't give me, but Jake will always be there to help me out with things. I sighed in defeat as he remained silent. He took a sharp turn to avoid a bike that was lying in the road. Before he could turn down the road for the hospital someone jumped out in front of the truck. Jake slammed on his breaks seconds from hitting the man who was pale and clinching his stomach. He placed a hand on the hood of the truck to steady himself, then looked at us. However, once he looked at us he opened his mouth to spew black sludge all over the front of Jake's red truck. "Awww." I declared as Jake groaned in disgust. The man limped off and Jake pressed the gas pedal again, turning towards the hospital.
We got about half a block from it until we can face to face with all the cars that had been missing from town. I gasped as I witnessed, people stumbling around and falling out of cars, some were throwing up the nasty black stuff while others were trying to help the best they could. "It doesn't look like we're going to get any closer." Jake stated, putting the car in park. "I guess we walk from here." He said, opening his car and stepped out into the madness that laid before us. I watched in horror as he came to my side of the truck and pulled the door open. "I'll carry her again. She's not looking to good, and by the looks over it neither does the rest of time. This might take a while, how close was your dad?"
"Um I'm not sure." I replied, moving aside so he could grab my mother and pick her up yet again into his arms. I followed close behind as Jake quickly made his way through the crowded. I gripped the back of his shirt so not to lose him in the chaos of the mess.
"Clare!" I heard a deep voice yell from beside us. I looked over and gave a cry out for joy when I saw that it was father racing towards us. I grabbed Jake to stop him as my dad closed the distance. "Oh Helen." He cried looking at my mother in Jake's arms. He looked grief stricken and I knew right then he still cared for my mother. No matter how much they fought he still cared and at the moment that was all the mattered. "I already got Mary into the waiting room. Here I'll take him son." he said taking my mom from Jake's arms.
"I need to go find my parents." Jake informed us turning to go, but I grabbed his arm. "Wait, I'll go with you." I offered, looking at my father questioningly. He nodded his head looking tired, I sighed with relief knowing that my dad trusts Jake.
"I'll find you later once I get your mom situated, be careful it's a mad house in there." He called after us as I chased after Jake again. We swerved through the chaos that was outside of the hospital and rushed up the steps only to be received by more chaos. Nurses were running around like chickens with their head cut off while patients were sitting coughing up a storm and many vomiting. Jake dodged the sick and jerked around the nurses as he searched for his father. I grabbed his arm again as I began to lose him. He stopped and pulled me to the counter where a woman with short black hair was sorting through paper work, looking panicked.

"Excuse me," Jake started looking at the woman with hopeful thinking. She looked up at us with apologetic eyes and I was preparing for her to deny us any help. "I'm sorry I'm just wanting to find a patients room. I'm so backwards with all this can you please just give me a room number?" He asked, to my surprise the woman sighed and turned to her computer.
"What's the name?"
"Johnathon Martin." Jake answered, looking pleased and a bit relieved that she didn't argue.
"Room 456B Just down that hall actually" She answered before turning back to her papers. "Good luck kid, it might be a while." She called after us as Jake yet again took off down towards the hall she said. I almost stumbled when someone feel to the floor with blood covering their neck. I gasped as I saw that their was an open hole in their throat. I guess not everyone here was here for the sickness. I gripped Jake's arm for the third time as I heard a blood shuddering scream from the other side of the waiting room. I was about look behind me when Jake stopped dead in his tracks causing me to run into him.
"Jake what..." I started until I saw into the room over his shoulder. His father was up standing over his mother. She was screaming and kicking trying to get away from Mr. Martin as he attacked her biting into her neck. I screamed too witnessing this mess. This gained Johnathan's attention and he turned to us. His eyes were a blood shot color, almost a shade dark then they had been, blood covered his face, as he growled at us and snapped his mouth. He jerked forward, in a rabid movement before launching forward with a horrible cry. I jerked back covering my mouth in shock. Jake jumped forward and grabbed the door slamming it shut. We heard banging as his father fought to get to us. More screams came from down the hall as I looked over to see more people being attacked by what looked like those who previously had been too weak to walk by themselves. Jake grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the other end of the hall as some more of the ones who were previously sick ran towards us. I screamed.
"Run Clare!" Jake shouted behind me grabbing my hand and turning. I raced behind him as the sick closed in behind us.
"Jake it's a dead end!" I called as I felt someone grab me. I screamed again as I was pulled into a room along with Jake. The door was slammed shut and I was pushed against the wall by a stronger body. I cried out in fear as I thought I was gone for.
"Clare?" I heard someone gasp before I was pulled into the strong arms that were just pinning me down. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry I thought you were one of them."
"Eli?" I called, collapsing into his arms as he supported my weight?
"Shhhh it's okay it's okay." He whispered petting my hair as he rocked me back and forth. I sighed, just loving to be in his arms again, oh how I missed those moments with him.
"Oh Fuck!" I heard Jake shouted from beside us. He pulled me away from Eli and pushed me behind him. I began to protest placing my hand on his shoulder until I spotted something on the floor. It grabbed my attention distracting me from Jake's over protective behavior. "What did you do to her?" Jake asked sounding horrified. I pinned my eyebrows together as I squinted to see what it was on the floor. Feet, legs one was snapped with a bone sticking out, a torso covered in god knows what, shoulders drowned in blood, Oh fuck and smashed up head of what once belonged to Imogen, Eli's new girlfriend, now dead girlfriend. A heart monitor laid just above her head covered in vibrant red blood and this dark greenish slim. I screamed covering my mouth as I stared down at the bloody mess of the girl I use to hate with a passion. I tightened my hand over Jake's shoulder as I buried my face in between his shoulder blades sobbing into his shirt, trying to erase my memory of her mangled body. He turned to me and pulled me into a comforting hug as I heard Eli move.

I pulled back slightly to see what he was doing. To my shock he was placing a sheet over her body as if to hide what he had done. I always felt like he was dangerous but now this proved it was smart of me to live him, that could be me laying on the floor dead. I started at him in amazement, and terror all at one. He whipped his hands off on his jeans and looked up at us... Well me. His deep green eyes met mine and I gasped at the immense sadness that was lurking in their depths. He shook his head and moved away from the body. "I don't know what happened. I woke up this morning and found her sick in the bathroom. Cece and Bullfrog are out of town, I didn't know what to do. She was throwing up this weird black slush, so I rushed her to the hospital. When he got here she began to run a fever, luckily were her aunt is a nurse and got us a room. It's crazy out there." He looked at his hands which were still stained a dark crimson, proof of what he had just done. He shook his head and clinched his fists looking back up at me. "We heard the screams from out side, I was about to go check it out when she grabbed me and pulled me back. At first I was surprised, I mean she was so weak I had to carry her in yet with in seconds she hand my arm in a vise grip and was pulling me too her. When I looked at her she was spewing this greenish black gunk from her mouth and her eyes were blood shot almost black color. Then she attacked. She was snapping her teeth at me trying to bite me. I couldn't talk any sense into her, she was growling at me and letting out this horrible scream, like what I heard from out there." He started shaking and it looked like tears were falling down his face as he swiped a hand threw his messy hair. "She was almost too strong for me. I wasn't sure what to do. I finally kicked her off of me, but she just bounced right back. I dodged her and she knocked into the heart monitor; which feel on her. I he...I heard her leg snap. I watched it break, the bone came clear out of her skin." He shuddered at the memory. "It didn't stop her. She kept coming, I had too... I had too." He pointed at Imogen not being able to finish his sentence.
Now Eli was full on crying as he fell to the ground with his face buried into his bloody hands. I looked at him then over to Jake, who just stared in amazement. A loud bang came from the door before either of us could say anything. I jumped pulling out of Jake's warm arms and slipped on a pool of blood that was below my feet. I shrieked as I began to fall, my arms flapping in the air. Before I landed in a big puddle, Jake engulfed me in his arms holding me up just as the door knob began to twist. My eye widened in horror as the door began to fly open. A growling sound came from just on the other side and loud screams were intensified through the crack. However, before the door could swing open Eli slammed into it and pushed. "Help!" He grunted, putting all his weight into it. Jake quickly rebalanced me and rushed to Eli's side. I guess any debate on Eli's sanity was put on the back burner as clawing and growls were heard from the hall and the battle between door open or shut began.
"Clare! Find something to block the door with." Jake exclaimed, speaking threw clinched teeth. I could tell by the sweat forming over his brows he was all putting all his weight into the door which was still threatening to open on them. I guess Eli was right, what ever happened to the sick they became stronger after being weakened. Oh shit my mother. She was sick, doing the same thing Imogen was. I left her with dad, would she try to attack him? "Clare! NOW!" I heard Eli shout, bringing me out of the thoughts I was having. I shook my head realizing now was not the best time to think about it, I looked around the room. The bed, medical equipment, a chair, a shelf... Maybe the shelf will work. Fuck how was I going to move that? I rushed over to it careful not to slip in Imogen's blood that was spreading across the floor. I pushed slightly testing how heavy it was and almost toppled over when to my surprise, it unexpectedly moved. I looked down and almost chuckled in amusement as I saw it was on wheels. Well that wasn't going to help.
"No, no that's good!" Eli called as I began to move away from it. "We can tip it over." He explained taking a hand off the door and waved it in a gesture that I had to bring the shelf over. I nodded and practically ran the shelf the short distance to them. Eli backed up letting go of the door as I pushed it in front of where he was standing. The door to the room slammed open hitting the shelf. Eli threw his hands up slamming the shelf into the door causing it to slam back. Jake mimicked Eli now moving from the door.

"Move Clare I don't want it landing on you." Jake called moving to where I was. He gently pushed me aside and grabbed a set of the wheels that were barely visible. Eli got on the other side and as Jake began to lift on the bottom Eli pulled on the sides as high up as he could reach. I watched in amazement as the two boys some how kept the shelf close enough to the door to hold it shut while lowering it as fast as they could on the floor to serve as a barricade from the dangers that awaited in the hallway. I walked backwards until I found a clean spot on the floor by the wall and sunk down to it pulling my knees to my chest and hugging them. Eli collapsed to right at the edge of the blood as Jake stepped back leaning over placing his hands over his knees. We were all gasping for air, and listening to the sounds of hell on the other side of the door. My parents were some where out there, my neighbors, most likely some of my friends, and we were trapped in here. Safe for now, but still trapped. Jake looked over at me as if he had thought of the exact same thing. I nodded and looked at Eli who was staring over at the sheet that was over Imogen's body. Well what were we going to do now?

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