Chapter 1
Day 1
Narrator
Dylan and Dakota were brothers, twins actually. They both were nerds. They both loved zombies. They both survived.
Dakota had black curly hair. He wasn't very strong, but he wasn't weak. He was extremely quiet while he was talking. He could yell like a banshee. He would be excellent luring zombies out of a building. He had a katana in his hands. He got a dull metal katana from his Karate class. He remembered a release about zombies on Wikileaks. While everyone thought it was a joke. He prepared. He had packed a few days worth of rations. He sharpened his Katana. He had a survival pack ready. He packed the family laptop and several batteries. He made sure he had He also had a team. He just had to get them together.
Dylan looked exactly like Dakota. He was about two inchs shorter. He was also really weak. He was fairly weirder. He was a fair amount smarter with stuff such as math and science. It wouldn't matter much. He was very agile and stealthy. He thankfully, couldn't yell
Their parents were on a cruise. School was out for a few weeks. They both woke up with a loud moaning outside.
"It's time." Dakota said. " The zombies have arrived. Thankfully their house was fairly defensible. There were only 3 entry points.
Dakota tried to see out the window. He saw zombies try to break in through the entrances. He counted about five.
" All doors are blocked. We have to get out through the windows." Dakota said. He was more take charge then his brother.
Dylan grabbed a few knives from downstairs.
"Let's burn them." Dylan said grabbing a few bottles of alcohol. He began putting rags in them. He quickly gave them to Dakota.
" Let's throw down a mattress to break our fall." Dakota said. With a fair amount of difficulty they managed to shove a twin sized bed mattress out the window.
Dakota
It was kinda dumb. Jumping off one and a half stories onto a mattress. It however, was better than than being eaten alive by zombies.
I just jumped. I briefly thought what an idiot i was for this, but I was stopped when I hit the ground. My legs ached a bit. I jumped up and took a Molotov. I lit the rag and threw it as hard as I could towards the zed. They burst into flame. However they didn't notice. They just began stumbling towards me. I instantly unsheathed my katana. I moved to the side as I heard a grunt. My brother landed.
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They both began running to their parent's car. Neither knew how to drive. Dakota knew the basics. Pedal on the right=speed.
Dakota took the keys out of his pockets. He pressed the open button and the car was unlocked. Dakota hopped in the driver seat of the car. Dylan was in the back.
Dakota put the keys in the ignition. He twisted them and he heard the car start. He put it into drive and put his foot to the right petal. The car took off.
They avoided all main roads. There would be too many cars and crashes. He had to backtrack twice when there was a crashed car. Dylan would sometimes take out the katana and decapitate a zombies as they went past.
Dakota also prepared the car. He had the trunk packed with all sorts of things. There were several coolers.
Dakota turned the radio on. There was no music. A broadcaster was reading a report.
"It appears that all of the east coast has been attacked. People are randomly killing each other. We have no idea why this is happening. We advise people to stay in there homes. Do not attempt to go outside."
Dylan sighed. He thought about all those people who were in their basement as undead were slowly breaking down the doors. The news reporters never would give good advise. They would never say to break down the stairs.
"You think it's a class 3 or 4." Dylan asked.
"It's a four. By tomorrow the infection will consume half the US. There's a good chance that the government will evacuate people to a foreign country and infect a different country."
They saw their friend Alex's house.
"I'll go in." Dylan said. " Watch the car."
Dylan
I picked the lock to their front door, I have always been dexterous and agile. I went in. I constantly looked behind me because I am paranoid and obviously in a zombie apocalypse it was heightened. I had 1 knife in each hand. I decided to search every room. I knocked on the door then I opened the door and looked in. I then marked the door after that. Eventually I found Alex in the bathroom with a large metal pipe in hand.
Alex was one of my best friends. He wasn't as smart like me but he was huge. He was really tall. He also was really strong.
"You hear whatever that is downstairs Dylan?"
"I think the zombies followed me in. I have an idea. Go on the toilet and make as much noise as possible." I got into a closet and left the door a little open. When a zombie went past the closet I opened the door and inserted a knife into the zombie's brain stem.
"I think that the zombies are gone. That was some expert stealth." Alex said. He knew that I prized my stealth skills. We then got out of his house and we got in the car.
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Alex and Dylan came out of the house.
"We got to go to Keith's house." Alex said. Dylan and Dakota had no idea where Keith lived. Alex told directions.
"He said he would be sniping zombies." Alex said. They heard gunshots in the distance. They followed the sounds to a house. Keith was on a bedroom balcony.
Keith looked like he could be 10 instead of 14. He had absolutely no muscles. He also was a gun master. He knew knowledge of many random things. Things that would come in handy.
He took a shot at a zombie. The bullet from his rifle killed it instantly. However the bullet wasn't done. It passed through the other side of the zed's skull and hit a car. A car alarm went off. It could attract every zombie for a 100 yards of so.
" Get in the garage!" Keith manged to yell. He took a button out of his pocket and pressed it. The garage began to open.
"Provide covering fire!" Dakota yelled at Keith. His voice was clear over the noise. He began driving the car into the garage.
Keith
I saw the car drive into the garaged. I pressed the button again. The door began to close behind them. I was glad that I barricaded all the doors. I took a quick guess at how many zed were outside. I think it was about 100. I heard crashes in the distance. The roads were all blocked. I began walking downstairs. I entered the garage.
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They all gathered around the car.
"I think the road may be blocked. There are about 100 zombies outside." Keith said. Dakota was paying half attention. He looked around and saw there was a pickup truck with a plow attached. It wasn't a snow plow. It looked more like an point.
He also noticed several two quads lieing around.
" I have an idea. You see that truck. I'll drive it and plow through the cars and zombies. Alex and Dylan can drive the quads and kill the trailing infected. Keith'll be in the back sniping." Dakota said. There were nods of agreement."
"Go get a helmet."
"I'll hand out guns." Keith said. Keith owned a lot of guns.
Dakota was in the driver seat.
"On three. One. Two. Three!"Dakota yelled. He put his foot on the gas. The garage door was rammed through. He saw zombies being thrown through the air.
Alex
Dakota began ramming through hoard. I took out the katana he gave me. I gave a swipe and several zombies lacked heads. Dakota was a trailblazer. He made a trail of blood. I heard shots ring out. Keith was sniping. I saw a couple cars. We braked our quads as Dakota began moving them. I sheathed that Katana. I pulled a sub-machine-gun out of it's holster. I took careful aim and heard a cough. It was a good thing Keith put supressors on the guns. It might make more zombies follow us.
" One more mile." Dakota yelled. I hope we only had one more mile until we reached our goal.
Wow. This is the longest chapter I ever wrote. It took me several hours to make this. I based this off a survival plan from a couple years back. The characters are my friends. They are completely based off them. If I only knew how their minds worked.
Poll: Guess which character I am.
I wish I had call of the dead. These zombies are based off the resident evil movie zombies. There will be no zombie animals.
Please review. Itmakes me feel good.