Tomorrow Breaks

Chapter 1: Do you Believe Me Now?

Everyone called me fucking "crazy" and out of my mind when I spent hundreds of dollars on my zombie killing kit. Who's laughin' now, mother fuckers? I saw this coming, I knew this was coming. Everyone laughed at me and told me to save my money and my breath.

Sure, cancer is a terrible thing, but coming up with a "cure" that makes people worse? That's just plain bullshit, man. These people were dying, yes, but now not only are they dead, they want to eat other people? What's up with that?

Oh, sorry, I guess I should get the introduction over with, shouldn't I? My name is Aiden Williams. I wouldn't say I'm "cocky" but I would say I have an over amount of self-confidence. I can't help that I'm hot, can I?

My current girlfriend/fiancé, Faith, is about eight months pregnant. I know, scary, right? Being only twenty years old and having to grow up that fast, talk about nerves, dude. I've been freaking out for awhile now, trying to deal with this but it's a little harder than what it might seem. Sure, I wanna be a dad, but then again, I'd rather just party and have fun; live it up man, right?

Anyway, Faith is gorgeous, and her name says it all. She's amazing. She has way too much faith and hopes for our future. Not to be all mushy, but I love that fuckin girl. She has put up with so much of my shit it's not even funny. But you know what? She dishes some of hers out sometimes, too. We're pretty much the perfect couple, I guess you could say. We never fight, sure, we're both kind of emotional sometimes, but we get through it together, and I couldn't ask for more.

So, enough about me and my former life. Let's get down to business. I'm searching around my room at the moment, deciding what to leave and what to take with me. I grabbed a photo of Faith and I (probably the only one we've ever taken together), a fresh pair of clothes, my crowbar, my gun, and a bottle of water.



I knew I had to run over to Faith's and make sure she was okay, but damn, it's gonna be kind of hard considering the dead are walking the earth, eh? Shit, I hope all of those movies aren't right. I hope they're slow-moving, clumsy fucks. I saw a show on TV that explained what was going on, but I still have no idea at all.

I looked around my room once more, soaking in all of the memories that were held in this place. I had no clue where my family was, or if they were still even alive. They went on vacation last week to Florida, as they had every other year, but this time, I knew I should've told them I had a bad feeling.

I left my room, walked down the stairs, and pulled the curtains back on the living room window. Nothing. I saw no one, I saw nothing. Where are all of the flesh eaters?

"Ah, guess I'll just leave. Faith is probably freaking out right now, I'd imagine."

I'd called her earlier, when this whole thing broke out. She sounded calm, although she lied often about her feelings. It pissed me off sometimes, to say the least. Sure, she sounded okay and all, but she wasn't. She was worried, scared, and in need of love.

I walked out the front door cautiously, crowbar ready in my hand. I will whack the hell outta any mother fucker that gets in my way.

I looked around me cautiously, my car in sight. I kept turning around quickly and looking behind my back, making sure no one was trying to play games.

I reached my car and got inside, pulling the door closed. I started my car and looked around once more to make sure my eyes weren't being lied to. Setting my crowbar and gun on the passenger seat next to me, I pulled out of my driveway and into the road.

"Where the fuck is everybody?" I was getting a little angry, considering I'd been waiting for this moment for so long. I wanted to kill some shit, is that so much to ask for?

I drove toward Faith's house, seeing nothing, and hearing nothing. Only one of my senses kept creeping in; my sense of smell. I smelled something so terrible it was like rotting ass. I swear, I dry heaved while I was driving.



I reached her house and ran to the front door, holding the gun instead of the crowbar. I knocked on the front door, scanning the area to make sure I wasn't missing anything.

Faith cracked the door open a little. "Who is it? Go away!" She sounded completely terrified. I'd never heard her like this before.

"It's me, sweetheart," I answered. No, I never called her "babe" or "baby", she hated being called that. So, sweetie it was.

She swung the door open now, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me as close as possible.

"Hey, you! I thought you'd never come, I was really worried."

Of course she was, she always worried.

"Don't be scared, I'm here now. You doin' alright?"

"Sure, I'm fine, just a little freaked out with what's been going on. This shit is crazy!"

"I know it is, but really, I haven't seen anyone, Faith. I haven't seen any flesh eaters at all. I wonder if it's all just a lie"

She backed away a little, standing on her tip-toes to kiss me lightly. I closed my eyes, soaking in the aroma of her skin. She made me go crazy. Every little touch, every little breath; just, everything. Sure, I told her that I'd leave her before if zombies ever did come, just because I thought she'd be too weak and she'd get herself killed. But, oh well, I guess I'll protect her.

She pulled her face away from mine, a small smile growing in the corner of her mouth. God, she was adorable. I smiled back, bigger and hugged her one last time.

"You want something to eat, sweetness?" She was always worried that I'd never eaten enough, which was usually the case considering I could never sleep and I never had time to eat.

"Sure, I guess we could hang out for a little while. I mean, nothing's going on, I'm pretty goddamned disappointed to say the least."



"I understand, I know you've been waiting forever to be able to kill some shit," she laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, you know me so well," we walked through the front door into her small house. Her parents always had financial problems, and right now, a two bedroom apartment was pretty much all they could afford. I, myself, am working out my shit to be able to provide her with the future I think she needs and deserves.

She walked to the kitchen slowly, grabbing her enlarged stomach and I followed her. I wasn't about to let her cook for me, after all, I'm the chef in this relationship.

"Hey, hey, no, you're not cooking, go sit in the living room, I'll make something myself. Are you hungry?"

"Aw, that's really sweet; I guess I am a little hungry."

I grabbed her by the stomach, bending down to put my ear next to it. She giggled a little and the baby kicked me in the side of the head. She laughed and I raised my fist to her stomach, kidding of course. She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer for another kiss. Damn her and her hormones.

"Alright, let's get you two fed, huh?"

"Okay, I'll be watching some TV, that is, if there is any."

Meaning that there was probably no one left to be filming anything for television. The day before, I'd seen a news anchor literally get killed and eaten, people taping it. It was crazy, but it was so fucking awesome.

Faith and I didn't know whether the baby was a boy or a girl yet because she wanted the surprise factor. Although it makes me a little crazy, I'll do whatever I can to make sure she's happy. I've always wanted a boy, and so has she, so that's pretty much what we're hoping for.

I found some lunchmeat and cheese in the fridge and decided to make some sandwiches. I figured they'd do for now, until we got hungry later.

I walked to the living room after finishing the sandwiches and found Faith sitting on the couch, her favorite season of SpongeBob Squarepants playing on the TV.



"Nothing on?" I asked, handing her the sandwich.

"Nope, well, honestly, I didn't really feel like looking."

"Understandable. Would you mind if I checked really fast though?"

"Aiden, I really don't want to watch it, would you mind watching in the other room?"

"Sure, no problem."

She hated seeing people killed and she hated the news. It was too boring and too depressing for someone in her situation.

I finished my sandwich and got up off the couch, kissing Faith on the cheek.

I walked to her bedroom, turning on the TV I'd given her a few years back. I turned on one of the local channels, searching for anything I could find on the situation at hand.

"….don't know what has happened to these people, but one thing is for sure, they don't like us…." One news reported stated.

"….they only come out during the night, apparently. Sun harms them, so arm yourself with the brightest lights you can find." Another said.

"Damn, this shit is insane. I can't believe this is happening, but then again, I knew it would," I talked to myself, trying to wrap my head around what was happening.

I always came off to be a really paranoid person, always so anti-government, always thinking everything was a conspiracy. But you know, what if it really is? What if they've had this planned for us all along?

"Fuckin' bastards…." I muttered under my breath. "They will pay for all they've caused. They aren't trying to save us; they're trying to kill us."