Well I finally got it done! Here after all the interruptions I finished this one. B&D will but updated some time today, since thats almost done as well (Chpater wise) Also I said I was do this. Check out GWF by Christ Nest and take his poll (If its still up), if you havent read GWF you dont know what your missing! Seriously I am so sorry this is late as promise I will try to get this out faster, just been having some slight writers block and people interruptions!
My name is Brianna Buttowski and little did I know that today my world would collapse around me. It started out fine, I went to the mall with my dad and older brother Bradley. When I returned home though and my mother was crying her eyes out, I should have given her a hug.
Had only I known she would be gone from forever a few hours later, it's a big regret in my life. Not as much as the one where I didn't listen to the second oldest Kick. He tried to warn us, tried to make us see reason but we only shut him down and went on with what we thought was right. Had we listened we might still be a whole family, if only we had listened. I watched scared and horrified that my two brothers fought, one for survival and the other for misplaced revenge. It wasn't Kicks fault for what happened to mom, it really wasn't but Brad didn't see it that way.
The fight escalated when dad tried to intervene, knocked unconscious by my hysterical eldest brother. I was glad to see Kick end it, we had placed dad on the couch, that's when my little bit of joy deflated and fear was placed back in me full force. Bradley was back on his feet and angrier than ever before. He threw Kick through the window glass broke, Kick rolled as he hit the ground, and then was airborne again as he was kicked into the street. I screamed and screamed for them to stop and for the threat that both of them were oblivious to.
Do you know what it's like to watch those you love fight and be horribly mutilated in front of you? No? I do, hope that you never do. I tried screaming to warn them but it was a fruitless effort, kick was unmoving and a dead Pantsy and Horace had already bitten into brad. I grabbed what provisions I could, pulled a wagon with my dad in it and ran for my life. Do you think the choice I made was the wrong choice?
Do you think me a coward for my actions? Blame me if you want, I did what any other nine year old girl would do. I was scared the zombies were getting closer to the house, my brothers both dead, what else could I have done? We, my father and I, were all that was left of the Buttowski household. As I left I heard a car go by, didn't think much of it at the time as it was probably some other family trying to flee. Had I turned back the events may have turned out better than they currently are.
As I said though I was scared so I didn't stop running, I had managed to make it out of our alley and into the adjacent street. Thats when I heard a noise, it was a voice calling for my brother. Looking left and right I saw no one until I heard it again and remembered the radio I picked up before leaving the house. The voice called again and I instantly recognized it, it was Gunther, kicks best friend and as I heard him called "Wingman".
"Kick, come in Kick" Gunther said "Gunther this is Brianna! Kick... Kick didn't make it." I stated remorsefully, the line was quite for a minute "I'm sorry to hear that Brianna" you could hear him holding back the tears as he talked "But right now we need to get you to safety! Where ever you are headed forget it and head towards the Battle Snax, there will be an evacuation helicopter here soon." With this new information, that feeling of hope returned to me just a bit. I thanked Gunther for telling me and told him I will be there before the helicopters arrival. Of course we all know things don't work out that way in life. I heard them moan and shuffle down from my house, and the one up front was the worst one I never wanted to see! Bradley horribly chewed up, the only way I recognized him was his spiked hair, his face was almost completely gone.
So again I had to run and while running I made a mental note to try the smelling salts again, pulling my dad away from the undead was incredible difficult. I was a bit lost, not being able to go far by myself I didn't know what part of town I was in. All I knew was I had to keep moving the infected areas were becoming worse the further I ran from my house. I finally found a sight I knew I was at the park, the Mellowbrook auditorium won't be far from here. Problem was I had to go through the park, normally not a bad thing but in a zombie apocalypse it's a really bad thing.
I had to stay off the concrete path, which would have made this whole trek easier and shorter but the path was covered in blood. Feeding zombies and shambling ones roamed the open areas so I knew I would have to sneak through the bushes and the dense tree area. Pulling a grown man in a little red wagon is not easy so I decided to try the salts again, hopefully he will stay awake this time. Thankfully he started to stir, his eyes slowly opened up then flew open in shock "BRAD! KICK!" he shouted (Well so much for staying hidden!) I took a quick look out of my hiding spot to make sure nothing had payed any notice to my dads outburst. I didn't see any noticeable change in their movements but better save than sorry.
"Look dad we need to move we're in the park right now and we are surrounded by the undead. They haven't noticed us so if we stay quite we can move to the auditorium and from there head to the Battle Snax." I felt weird being in charge "Alright but we can make it out faster if I carry you." I couldn't argue with his logic his legs are longer than mine and we can move faster if we don't have to worry about watching out for each other. So I pointed him in the direction of the auditorium, he picked me up and I sat on his back. He picked up the duffel bag and we walked in the wooded areas only stopping to hide behind trees or shrubs when there were to many of them to simple walk around, one of the zombies turned around and started walking in the direction we were hiding in. We almost made it out unnoticed, almost. That was until dad tripped over a rock, we hurtled down to the ground I flew off his back and made it out of the park, he had to lift himself up and run like hell. To bad he had injured his leg with that fall, he was limping as a fast pace sure but not fast enough to get away from the zombie tailing him.
I threw my hands over my eyes, I just couldn't watch someone else I love be taken from me today. I waited for the screams and at that moment I decided to let it get me once it was done with dad, no point going on when there is no one left to live for. But remember things don't always go as planned as I heard a metallic sound, I lifted my head and saw dad swinging a metallic bat. To bad I wasn't the only one in the area that heard the metallic sound, before i knew it almost all the undead eyes were staring our way, rushing back over to dad I quickly grabbed the duffel bag and told him to use the bat as a crutch. Even though we are so close to the auditorium it felt so far, it felt like I ran twenty miles even though it was less than one. I had to stay near my dad as we ran to make sure he didnt trip again, which was difficult for both of us as the undead drew closer "A LITTLE MORE SWEETIE!" he shouted as we saw the two steel doors come into view, it was close I really thought we were not going to make it.
I could feel the air behind us as the undead took swipes trying their hardest to gain a quick meal, trying with all their might to stop us from surviving. They tried but thankfully we wanted to live a whole lot more, we dove in and slammed the doors behind us, the undead pounding on it "WHAT DO WE DO!" I screamed. "I DONT KNOW! BUT WE CANT STAY HERE LONG!" dad shouted back, then he reached down and pulled up a rope from the bag "BRIANNA I'LL HOLD THE DOOR YOU TIE THIS TIGHT AROUND THE HANDLES!" It wasnt as easy as he made it sound twice they almost got in luckily every time he got the door to completely close I made sure to place it fast and tight. "This wont hold for long we need to get out of here and find some place to bunker down." dad said "No! We need to get to the Battle Snax, Gunther called on Kick's walkie..." I was interrupted "Speaking of Kick what happened to him and brad?" this was very difficult to explain to tell him "Their... gone." I watched as his eyes watered he was going to cry when, his expression just went blank. He spoke slow and solemnly "Now is not the time for me to be losing it, I need to make sure that you survive. We can both morn them later." as he placed a hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a hug. Thats when I heard her voice "Well, well, well if it isnt little brianna buttowski! Here to fail again I see." I turned towards the stage to see Penelope Patterson standing there looking crazed, her hair a mess, dress battered and torn, her face smudged with makeup, her eyes darting all around. I dont know what happened to her but I was about to find out.