Chapter One: The Beginning
Twas a normal Sunday, boring, hot and timeless. I sat on thecouch, messing with my short, chocolate hair, with the recently recorded SNL I had missed. I hate Sundays. They're just slow, innnerving, and they lead up to Mondays. And if don't hate Monday,then something s wrong with you.
It was abnormally hot for early September. But I didn't care. I was wearing my favorite hoodie and skinny jeans. My friend Samantha, says I shouldn't wear skinny ;jeans, but I lift my chin and say she's jealous. We both know that's not true, Samantha rarely gets jealous.
Speaking of Samantha , I suddenly heard her voice outside. I leaped up from the couch, but I simply walked for the door. Footsteps headed in the same way too. I reached for the door knob, but it swung open before I could make contact. To my luck, as it swung, it came in contact with my face, causing me to fall.
I held my nose as my eyes blurred. A glider haired girl and as raven haired woman, rushed, in slamming the door behind them. My vision cleared and Samantha stood before me."Are you okay, Lydia?" Samantha asked her silver-green eyes full of fear. "What happened?"
I accepted the hand she offered, and was back on my feet. "My nose needed a hug, so the door was willing," I replied brushing my self off. Samantha winced, "Sorry." I noticed Samantha's mother, Dorthy standing behind her. I raised my eye brow, "Whats going on?"
Samantha trembled, "It's here." I shook my head, "No, No, No, No, No, No, No!" "It" was the zombie apocalypse. Samantha and I would talk about it from time to time, and what we would do if and when it started. I never believed it though, I never thought Samantha would! "Zombies don't exsist, they're just fictional myths!" Samantha nearly shouted, "If I was kidding, would my mom be here?!" She did have a point.
I froze, trying no to panic. I nervously tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "Okay... so what first?" Samantha began to roll up her shirt and pant sleeves. "Check us for bites! I'll check you after!" I obeyed and examined Samantha's skin. I sighed with relief when she came out clear. As I checked Dorthy, Samantha began to unload her weapons. Dorthy's arms and legs were clear, but then I moved to her neck.
Standing behind her, I moved her collar. My eyes widened to discover a large chunk if missing skin that was oozing crimson-black blood. "Oh, sh*t," I gasp. Samantha spins around, "What?" I hesitantly moved my hand to reveal the bite to Samantha. Her already frightened eyes widened even more with fear. She let out a scream,"Mom, No!"
(Minutes later)
I blame and locked the door. I had shoved Dorthy out of the house, despite Samantha's pleads.
(I hope you guys liked it! CAT WOMAN OUT)