I've been watching too many zombie movies lately, this is what spawned from it.
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Eli and Clare were running for their lives. Everyone they knew had contracted the virus.
It was a slow acting virus called HJS948 that over time turned you into a carnivore who couldn't speak and rotted your flesh.
The first person to have it was Holly J Sinclair, hence the name. It started as a cough and a strange rash that developed into something more.
Eli knew all of the signs. He had seen his mother, then his father taken by it. He made a list of them in his note book. They read:
-like symptons, coughing and rash
in skin pigment, coughing up orange mucus
turning to grey, skin rotting
and the last stage
of the ability to speak, becoming a hollow shell who craved human flesh.
For all intensive purposes, it was a zombie apocolaypse that had taken over Canada.
They were heading to Seattle, it was a rumor that there was a safe house with a few survivors there.
Eli's hearse had only lasted to the border, then they had to steal a car. It wasn't really stealing if it was from the almost-dead, right?
"How are you holding up?" Eli glanced in the mirror at Clare, who was lying in the back of the jeep. He took out the back seats to make a place for them to sleep.
"I'm okay. I just feel a little nauseous." All of the hours of riding in the car had made her car sick.
"We'll stop the the night once we get into Buffalo, New York. It's only about an hour from now."
He didn't tell her that they needed to stop and get clothes. Since they had no money, going to a laundry mat was out of the question. Everytime they ran out of clean clothes they had to go steal more, which made Clare nervous. She wasn't bad at fighting the zombies off, she was just worried that Eli would get bit. She didn't want to be left with no one.
After a half hour of driving in a comfortable silence he stopped at a Wal-Mart. Maybe he would get lucky and they would have a decent music selection. Charging his iPod was out of the question now that they didn't have access to very much electricity.
"I'll be back in 10. If I'm not then leave without me." He kissed her slowly and passionitly. He hated the thought of that being their last kiss.
He got his bow and arrows out of the car, loaded his shot gun and went into the store.
The adrenaline started coarsing though his veins after he shot his first zombie of the day. The store was mostly empty from the looks of it. It smelled rancid, like the zombies had been here for atleast two weeks.
He jogged to the mens clothing department, glancing around for zombies. He picked out a new hoodie, 5 shirts and three pairs of jeans. The next item on his agenda: boxers. He learned that they were the hardest item to get, the aisles were the perfect place for the zombies to hide in.
He shot two with his arrows and another in the head. He remembered playing Nazi Zombies with Adam and almost wishing that they were real zombies. Now he would do anything to have his best friend back. The image of seeing his friend in the second stage of the disease was enough to bring tears to his eyes.
He blinked them away and grabbed a pack of boxers. He had been in for seven minutes which meant he didn't have enough time to get new music.
Eli ran back to the car and greeted Clare with a kiss. She didn't look as bad now that they had stopped driving. He couldn't believe her ringlets were still perfectly in place, her lips not chapped and her skin was it's same porcelin shade. After two weeks on the road he looked like the walking dead, his hair disheveled, bags under his eyes and his clothes always had some sort of rip in them.
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