Ooooh yay I can't wait for the awesomeness that I'm about to write/you're about to read! My first zombie fic on this website! Truth be told, I absolutely love writing about zombies and being all science-fictiony about stuff. And adding romance? Adding gay romance, no less? I'm pretty excited. I'm sorry if you're offended by this kind of stuff, and if you are, please stop reading immediately. Thanks! Oh by the way, sorry for being a slacker on my other stories. I'm just kind of bored.
My story is based in the original setting of the show, Boston Massachusetts. Zombies don't really work on a boat. Well they do, but I don't think I would write as well. The boys are the same age as they are on the current show though, so like, 15.
I don't own any of the characters or anything, except Max Callen-Meek. He's my creation.
1/12/11, 12:35 P.M.
I'm keeping a journal of events that happen. I want all of this to be recorded some way, whether we make it out dead or alive. My name is Cody Martin and right now I am sitting in a basement, writing by the light of a candle. My twin, Zack Martin, is sleeping on a small cot at the edge of the basement. The basement belongs to Max Callen-Meek, an old friend of my dad. I've known him since I was little and he was the only one I could think of going to for help. Well he kind of came to us in a way, but that's kind of complicated. Maybe later. I've always noticed he had somewhat of an edge to him, and boy was I right. Max has this sort of vibe to him that kind of just gives you the chills. I don't know. He seems safe and so far it seems he'll do a lot to keep me and my brother alive. I have faith in him.
After years of hiding behind Blankie while Zack watched countless horror movies, I got enough knowledge to know that someone dying and then shortly after, getting up and walking around again is completely unfathomable. Especially the walking dead craving human flesh. I guess I didn't watch long enough, because about a week ago, I was proven wrong. I first heard about the zombies from overhearing a rumor that some sickness broke out in Washington D.C. It wasn't that big of a deal until there started to be emergency broadcasts of a serious illness spreading among the population. On the news, we started seeing what looked like clips from a bad horror movie. Humans, or what they seemed to be, were slowly making their way through their own hoards, trying to find live flesh. They had grey looking skin and usually were covered in some amount of blood. It may have looked like a bad horror movie, but it was actually scary. Then it reached Massachusetts.
Everyone thought that everyone would be fine. We'd be saved by those extreme video game geeks who knew the ins and outs of every Resident Evil, Dead Rising and Left for Dead game or movie imaginable. But everyone that thought that was wrong. These geeks tried, so I'll give them that much credit, but they obviously had the mindset that after they were bitten a couple times, that they could restart from the last checkpoint. Wrong wrong wrong. So then that's when the loonies appeared. The ones that insisted they could save the world since they were the ones that predicted an apocalypse such as this one would happen. So they took their knowledge from "The Zombie Survival Guide" by Max Brooks and got their crowbars and such. They killed quite a few of the monsters, but there were only a small number compared to the huge mass of walking dead. Everything had happened so fast.
That's when, around two days ago, when we found Max.
End journal.
"Mom? Mommy?" I heard Zack moan from his peaceful slumber. I sighed and felt a tear roll down my face. Zack had always been the tough, athletic older twin, but only I knew he was a big softie. Especially when it came to Mom. I guess it was time to break the news to him.
Max had told me around the time I had gotten up that morning that he went back to the Tipton to find it completely empty, other then a few rouge zombies here and there. He got supplies, but there were no signs of our mom.
"Zack…" I stepped down from my rolly seat and walked over to my closest kin. He was quivering underneath the thick blanket. I placed the back of my hand on his slightly damp forehead. His blond hair, which in the light looked auburn, was sticking to his head on the account of all the sweat. He must've been having a bad dream. "Zackery wake up." I kissed his forehead softly then leaned back again. I shook him awake.
His eyes fluttered open and he looked pretty confused at the sight of me. He smiled and reached up to rub his eye. "I thought you were Mom," He said softly. I tried my hardest to smile back at him, but it was painful. It hurt a little too much.
"You hungry?"
"Of course," A natural smile spread across my face. I stood up and offered my hand to him. He stretched and took my hand. He got up, but I could tell he was doing all the work, in order not to strain me. I may have been smart, but I sure wasn't the strongest. "Hey Codes, where are we?" Zack asked me as we walked up the creaky steps.
"You don't remember?" I replied. If he didn't, I would have to give him a serious reality check. I stopped on the stairs to face him.
"Remember what? Last night… we watched that one movie, didn't w-," He quickly looked down at my shoes. "Oh." We continued up and opened the door once we got there. The house we were residing in was comfortable, and certainly warm considering it was January. Max was sitting away from us in a wooden chair. It looked like he was either sharpening or shining a machete. I would've liked to have been 100% sure he was sharpening it, but Max was a proud guy. It wouldn't have surprised me if he was shining the long blade. His head whipped around when he heard the loud squeak come from the old boards. After registering in his mind that it was just us, he turned around to finish what he was doing.
"Hey," He greeted us quietly.
"Hey," I said back, just as quiet.
"What're you doing, Max?" Zack asked, using a normal tone of voice.
"Sharpening my blade," He answered. "Wanna help?" They went off on some conversation about weaponry as Zack was handed a small block to rub against the sword. I walked over to the open kitchen. Weapons weren't really my thing. I mean I could give Zack a run for his money when it came to the history aspect of it, but other than that, I was considered useless in that department. I was okay with that.
I stood on my tiptoes to view the contents of the high cupboard and grabbed two packets of Chicken Top Ramen. I fished around the bottom cupboard for a pot and filled it with water. I turned the stove on and placed the water on it. I just stood there, observing all the noises that filled the room. Zack and Max bonding. The sound of the stove turning on. I swear I could even hear my own heart beat. But the most prominent noise was the sound of light scratching and groaning on the other side of the wall outside. I walked over to the front door and peeked through the eye hole.
"Be careful Cody," Max warned. I made sure he couldn't see me before I rolled my eyes. It was a door. I really should've heeded his warning though. In my attempt to look through the lens embedded in the wood, I placed my hand on the handle of the door. It moved downwards and I gave a little shriek as I felt it open. "Cody!" I jumped back, about peeing myself, until I realized the door was still closed. "What did you do?" Max asked, now standing behind me.
"I-I-I… I almost o-opened the d-d-door I think…" I was shaking hard. I was so scared for my life and everyone else's. I could've killed them. Zack shuffled over to wear I was standing and hugged me from behind. His embrace was comforting, and it made me feel like a child again. I fell in sort of a trance.
"Haha stop it Zack! That tickles!" I push my twin's hands away from my body. His spidery fingers attack again, and I let out a screech. "Za-a-ack!" I laugh and laugh.
"Boys!" Mom yells from the kitchen. "Dinner!" Zack stops and turns in the direction of the request. He stands up and inhales the air deeply.
"Mmm," He closes his eyes to get a better feel of the scent in the air. "Spaghetti." I stand up too, and follow my brother to the kitchen. Dad's already at the table, knife and fork in hand.
"Take a seat, boys," He says.
"Hold on. Cody, will you help me get the plates out? I forgot to do it before I called you all in," Mom asks. I nod and bounce over. The spaghetti smells so fresh. I grab a couple of white plates and put one on each place mat. Mom thanks me as she places the pot of noodles and sauce onto the table.
"You're welcome."
"It was locked." Zack says.
"What was?" "The door. It was locked. You're fine. We're fine." His words make no sense, so I just help myself to the meal.
"There's garlic b-,"
"Cody," Zack interrupts Mom again.
"What, Zack?"
"Snap out of it!"
Everything faded and I opened my eyes to Max's bright green eyes staring into me. I jumped back a little, only to land into Zack. He placed his hands onto the sides of my arms comfortingly.
"It's alright little brother," He said warmly. "I got you." I take deep breathes and Max is still standing there, leaned down so his eyes were at my height.
"Are you okay Cody?" He asked. I nodded. "Did you hear what your brother said?" I cocked my head. "The door was locked. You wouldn't have opened it if you tried any harder without unlocking it first. Does that make you feel better?" I nodded again. Zack was actually the only thing making me feel better at that point.
"Did I… Did I pass out?" I asked. Zack answered this time.
"Sort of. You didn't fall over or anything, so that's a plus. You just wouldn't open your eyes." I nodded and stepped out of his hug, as much as it hurt to. I had to make sure my water wasn't boiling. I turned around and sure enough it was just about to. I ran over and grabbed the orange packets and crinkled them up, only satisfied until I heard the loud crunches of the noodles breaking, then opened it and poured it in.
"Damn!" I exclaim, realizing I forgot to take the silver packets of seasoning out until I poured the second one in. Zack was back by my side in an instant.
"I'll do it." He said. He reached his fingers into the water and grabbed the two packets out. "Yee-ouch!" He shot his hand to his mouth and sucked on his boiling fingers.
"Thanks."
1/12/11, 9:52 P.M.
It was sort of traumatic today after my previous entry. I almost opened the front door while trying to look at the zombies. It was unbelievably scary feeling the handle of the door lower under the weight of my hand. I thought we were all done for. But weirder still, after that, Zack was holding me from behind, and I fell into sort of a trance. I had, like, a day dream sort of about Mom and Dad being together again. I was convinced it was real until Zack snapped me out of it. Surreal. That's what it was. Completely surreal. But it must've been triggered by Zack, because whenever Zack got close to me after that, I felt kind of tired. Or something. I don't know. It was strange.
After Zack and I ate lunch we all discussed what our plan was. We decided we were going to find my dad, wherever he was. I could tell Max was trying to make it out like he was making the plan for our sake, but I could tell he was just as passionate about the plan as Zack and I were. He said we would leave tomorrow. Or maybe the next day. It depended on how ready we were by the morning. He's letting us sleep in, but I don't plan to. I tend to be lethargic all day if I sleep past ten. Zack said he's going to start a journal like me. Max gave him a cool, red, leather-bound one. I think I can tell who the favorite is. I don't blame Max though. He and I both can see Zack got more of my dad's genes out of the two of us. Personality-wise at least. Anyway, after I finish this entry, I'm packing up all I have, which is this. Oh, plus some old pictures that Max found today at the Tipton.
I thought I'd put this in as a side note, but it's been bothering me all day. Why would Max leave us alone here, when a whole bunch of living dead were outside of the house? It makes me wonder if there's another one in the house. I sure haven't seen him or her yet, but it makes me kind of scared. Good night.
Oooh yay I'm even more excited now! How'd you guys like it? I'm sorry I introduced the new character, but none of the previous ones fit the description I was looking for. Anyway, review and I'll post another chapter soon. (For the record, I meant that you should review, but regardless I'm posting another chapter soon anyway).
