The Loud Dead
Chapter 0.1: The New Day
(NOTE: The Loud House belongs to Chris Savino and Nickelodeon. The Walking Dead belongs to Robert Kirkman, Tony Moore, and Image Comics. I am doing this for fun and not to steal anything from them.)
(This may not be much but after a month of depression beating, hard thoughts, and how this story will go, I present Part One of Chapter 0. Chapter 0 will be in the style of First Person/Journal-like writing while the rest of the Chapters will be in the traditional normal way stories can be told. I will finish Part Two sometime this month before Halloween. If I don't then November 1st. Enjoy the story.)
Summer. The sun hitting the faces of those outside with its UV rays and causing sunburn in hours and hot flashes. The time when the beaches are available and the AC was on in houses and stores. It was also coming to an end with Fall creeping into the corner to take the spot. What about me? What was good ol' Lincoln Loud doing out in the heat of literally at 12:30 PM at daytime out in the streets and not at school learning? I got out of school. All of my sisters who were at my elementary school already got out and got into the car and drove off without me. All I could do was walk on the sidewalk. That's all I could do at all besides lay down on the grass and accept my defeat from the blasted sun.
The wind was keeping me cool to prevent the heat from even making me break a sweat so I guess I was lucky. You all are wondering by how the heck I got out of school this early? Apparently from what I was able to gather in rumors was one of my classmates, a girl named Alex Crissy, got into some rage or was hungry or even both. Either for blood or meat or was defending herself but she bit three of her cheerleader friends. One was attacked, the other two were trying to get Alex off of the poor cheerleader, which caused those two to suffer some nasty bites on their "pom pom shaking" hands. I hear from my good old friend Rusty Spokes that the bites looked so bad it looked as if a very dull pocket knife stabbed them a bunch of times. Thank god I wasn't able to see that. I'm also concerned on how Rusty was detailed on that.
It just felt odd though. Like why did it suddenly feel like this day was going to be different? I couldn't put a finger on it at the time but it had me thinking to keep me entertained on the way to the house. I pulled out my phone to see who I could at least contact and I was putting my money on texting Leni, one of the many sisters I got in our house, to give me an answer on what is happening. Everything and everyone felt calm and too surreal. Too normal. Something was up and it just made me think a lot. I was eleven at that time however. A eleven year old's brain races a lot more of imagination than of an older adult's brain. My mind was going dull from the boredom or at the very least it was slowly being cooked from the inside by the sun gleaming down at my head. No matter what though I still was walking and wasn't not going down without some fight in me. That's when I was about to pull out the phone a timely ding blared out of my phone with the screen opening and showing the message from Leni had arrived. It was like a holy grail seeing that message from the 2nd oldest sister. I tapped on the message and swiped my finger on the hot phone screen to see what she had texted. All it said was "Sorry Lincy. Mom called Lori and she appeared distressed or whatever it means.". I was still reading the long text as I paid all attention to the phone as I had nothing but a mile left before sweet sweet home shows up. "Lori was rushing and we must had forgotten you. We just arrived at the garage. See you later Lincy. Byeee 3 :D".
The end of the message and I was both angry but also concerned for mom because of it. Why was mom distressed? What was going on at this place, let alone what is going on with this day? It felt as if the one step inside of the school had me enter a portal that was invisible and had made me enter this strange familiar looking world. After about five minutes of getting sweat finally dripping off my head and legs tired and aching to lay down on the bed seemed as if it was all worth it at the first glimpse of the house's roof. I was the lone wanderer and it seemed to be the safe house full of soda and sandwiches and Ace Savvy was just in my grasp of my sweaty palms. Every step I took was giving in as I felt closer the more I see the whole house from roof to the green garden with some weeds starting to grow out. Home sweet home, I come at last. I could see the garden was still a mess with stuff from my sisters who don't pick up after themselves with the entrance of the garage being affected by their messiness too. It was peaceful and showed that things are still the same.
I walked over to the grass while dodging the objects left on the ground while the huge tree shades me with his shadow. I finally was getting cooled off by something to aid me against the evil sun. One foot managed to get on the first step of the small stairs to the door. Then the other foot on the second. Third and fourth and I was already having thoughts of the AC on my face on full blast while I sigh in relief. The final fifth step and I was on the porch looking at the door. I was finally home. I was going to go in and let the day fly by through time as I walk to the door to grab the hold of the warm doorknob and turn it to the right. As soon as I opened the door and had it swing forward inside, the world around me changed forever.
The only image that will forever be in my head on that day is always going to be my nightmare. Dad getting his head hit hard to the point of blood squirting out of his opened wound on his head and the sound of the crunch of skull bone hitting the metal of the head of dad's prized golf club. It was like a still image with the sound and the image being in my head. What made the image worse was the holder of the kill-able weapon. Lori Loud. My own older sister had just murdered our father with mom and the other sisters who were backed into the dining room had to watch in horror and terror in their eyes and gasps. Mom had a scratch on her arm with her shirts left sleeve torn to sure the four bleeding blood dripping lines with a bandage wrap all on her hand. It was stained a dark red. It was indeed blood.
All of my older and younger sister siblings had to endure seeing Lori pick up a weapon and having to stop dad from being alive while only I had seen the worser part with them. The worse thing was seeing my sisters and our own mom back up as the split head opened dad of ours fell with a hard thud that barely shook the floor more than how this whole thing got me shook. Lori panted and was terribly shaking with her breathing being shaky because of her trembling while still holding on to the golf club with the head of it dripping the dark red that belonged to our dad. I couldn't speak. My world was breaking down and my whole life felt as if it was broken down with the world. I was just an empty shell staring at them all and the blood pool that was slowly starting to form from the opened skull started to grow more and staining the green rugged floor. I was stunned for once in my life and forever will be on that day.
My eyes have stopped staring at the lifeless body of dad as I saw a figure run to me and get down on one knee to hold me tightly into a shaky hug. That figure was a shaking and close to sobbing mom of mine. I just froze there and not even lift a muscle in me as I kept still like a deer not in headlights but seeing a hunter killing another deer. Why. Why would she do this to dad? To mom? To all of us in this family? I wanted to scream but it felt as if I had no mouth to let out all of the anger in my body. That was when Lori's eyes and mine finally met and I could still see her eyes through that murderous body with fresh blood on her blue shirt and brown shorts. Her teary sorry filled eyes. "Why." It was the only word I could muster out before the silence in me started to keep me silent with only the sound of the younger sisters trying to not cry out tears while Lori sniffed and wipes her watery eyes with her arm which is also connected to her hand which is still holding the bloody murder weapon.
"Lincoln I-I didn't want to but he-" She was choking to hold back tears and trying to speak more with no more tears shed. She managed to speak up again before coughing and looking back at me "He just attacked mom and he just...he just scratched at her and tried to hurt me." This was also my first time where she never used the word 'Literally' in any of her sentences. She was truly seriously scared by her actions. "I picked up that golf club mom had and I tried to tell him to stop! He just kept coming at me and reached out to me so I-I-I...I had to do it…." She then dropped down the club and covered her tear leaking eyes and let out all of the hidden tears out of her while shaking and dropping down to her knees with a thud while all I could do was just watch and accept the cold truth. Dad was dead because he tried to hurt Lori and she had to do self defense. Still. Why? Why would he?
After mom had stopped shaking and having her own hold up of tears for quite some time she slowly let go of me and stood up while looking at the frightened sisters of mine and to the traumatized Lori. They both ran into each other and hugged tighter than what I have ever witnessed before in my eleven years. Did death actually bring a family closer together? That's what was going through my mind as I watched Lori and mom hug and cry. Just as any more thoughts ran into my head the shrieking sound of Lola made all of us stop doing whatever we was doing and look at her as she had the look of fear and was pointing to me. What was it? Did all of my frightened sisters just notice me now? In a reflex thanks to the feeling in my sickened gut I look behind to see what was she pointing at. It was now just a nightmare that I want to wake up from.
As soon as I saw it my whole vision was going crazy as I had to look at all the details again that I witnessed at the figure in our messy yard. There was a man standing there. This man was an adult male with a light brown long hair that reaches down to his neck. His clothing told me that he was a jogger. A light red track jacket and having on a light blue sweatpants with his jogger shoes being the same color minus the yellow lines that are going diagonal in the design. Another thing I noticed was that he had some blood splatter on his body as if an accident had happened right in front of him. Those weren't why Lola screamed and why I was backing up to the point of being in between with mom and Lori on the right side of me and my sisters on the left. His whole left arm was torn off and even the sleeve to the jacket as well. He was having the eerie sounds of a painful groaning to his hoarse sounding voice as he just was walking on the grass and stepping on our stuff. He wasn't a human at all from the pure look of it.
He groaned in a way to make it sound as if he was dying as he walked right to the stairs with Lori quickly getting on one knee and grabbing the golf club murder weapon of hers before she stood straight up with a look of both fear and readiness on her terrified face. This man or it or whatever it was managed to put his foot on the first step of the stairs to the house while Lori screamed at him to go away. Maybe yell at it to go away sounds abit better? I had no idea what this person was, let alone think it was human at all. He suddenly stopped with a low quick pained moan and was just looking at all of us with his mouth just gaping wide as if he was shocked. Why? For a few seconds we just stared back at the one armed blood covered man until Luna looked at his head and noticed something sticking out of his head. She saw a small 4 inch metal connected and welded to a long thick tanned stick. "Dude's, what is-" that was all she could say before the pole got pulled out and a wide forged steel metal head of a garden hoe had appeared out of the man's skull. The man fell onto the right edge of the stairs like he was a ragdoll and wasn't moving. It was like dad but I had no real sadness towards this person. Barely any emotion at all from what I have witnessed today.
I am sure all of us looked at the body for just a few quick seconds to be sure this person or thing or whatever he was is dead for good. I managed to stop and look at the slayer who defeated that man monster and honestly I was shocked about the one wielding the dangerous garden tool. It happened to be our old neighbor Mr. Grouse who stopped this one armed intruder monster of a person from coming at us. "What's the matter Loud? Never heard of what's happening?" He said with his voice that we know and glad to know he isn't scared like we all were. His voice was still calm and the same voice we always hear when he yells at us or anything over little silly reasons. It was comforting to hear his voice and himself being still, well, himself.
Mom quickly got out of her trace of being in fear and goes to the couch to grab the remote while Grouse walks in while holding his favorite gardening tool of destruction. He saw the body of our deceased dad and looked at all of us and then at Lori who still had the club in her grip. "He was sick too huh?" Grouse said in another calm voice but this time with a bit of sorrow into his words. Lori looked at him and nodded only slightly "Y-yeah. I had to do it. For my sisters and mom and my brother." "I'm sorry about that. He knows you did the right thing too." Lori was then pulled by Grouse into a hug to which she accepted and hugged him back as it was something she definitely needed after the traumatic experience that happened minutes ago. Mr. Grouse had emotions? It was like the world was coming to an end for real now.
To Be Continued
( I hope you enjoyed reading it. Byeeee. 3)
