Alright, before you read this, I feel obligated to explain just what I was thinking while I wrote this punch-in-the-mouth. It's about Me, and my friends. I just tried to write exactly what would make sense to happen if this really did happen. It's pretty far-fetched, and kinda hard. If it seems too cheesy to you, you can email me and yell and stuff. That's cool.
So I am Adam, and I write about me, but I don't want to focus the story on me. That seems egotistical... and typical. I might end up killing myself off later- but be sneaky, I didn't tell you that! That's probably all there is to explain, so sit down and read the following bunch of letters. Ready set go!
"I don't think it'll hold."
The door quietly cracked against the dull force on the other side.
"Yeah, me neither. You hold it. I'll find the, uh, four-ten."
"Find it fast. We need to get out of here."
"I know Dan. Here, I got it."
Adam emerged from the closet, with a small shotgun in hand. He snapped the chamber open, finding it empty.
"Ammo?" asked Dan.
"My dad keeps a small box in his drawer. We'll get it and get out." Adam opened the drawer, and, finding under wear, closed it and opened the next one. "Here it is. Okay, let's go."
"How? Are we ganna take on the, thing, on the other side?" Dan asked.
"...We could." Adam said after a pause. "No, bad idea."
"Yeah, he was pretty fat."
Adam grinned. "Yeah, it would take too many rounds to drop him. We should go out the window."
"Sure. How far is the drop?"
"Maybe... 12 feet." Adam spread his arms out as far as they would go.
"hm." Dan laughed, "Sure. Let's go." Adam passed the small gun to Dan, and scraped the window open. He glanced down, and finding nothing, tossed a leg over, pried himself on the window sill, and dropped down. He rolled as he hit the soft ground, and looked up to Dan. Nothing was coming.
"Now." He hissed, just loud enough for Dan to hear him. Adam crawled to the big pine tree separating his yard from his neighbors, and hid behind it. Once Dan was down, he crawled over too.
"So..." Dan started, "what do you think that was."
Adam looked around, then at the ground he was sitting on. "Honestly, I'm thinking about Resident Evil. He seemed so much like, like one of... those."
"That's what I was thinking, too." Dan handed the gun to Adam. "But we're not in some mansion. We don't have any S.T.A.R.S., either."
"Yeah, I seriously hope this isn't like the movie. They completely screwed up the lickers there."
Dan chuckled. "Man, I really hope there are no lickers here. They'd waste us, and it would suck."
"M-hm. Do you have your cell on you?"
"I don't even own a cell."
"Nope, me neither. I say we should go get Alex. He's got one, and I wanna make sure he hasn't been bitten, or anything."
"Vos?" Dan asked.
"Yes. He should be home, let's go."
So Adam and Dan crept through the block to Alex's house. By the looks of things from there on, everything was normal. The 7 o'clock dusk just beginning to let itself be seen, or smelt.
"Well, what should we do, 'ya know? We hafta do something..." asked Adam.
"Yeah, we do. I think: either go to the police station, or go try to find everyone, like Zach and Cody, all our friends. Maybe if we could find people, and ban together, we could find a way out of here."
"Okay, that sounds good. We'll get Alex, then tom. He lives a minutes walk away, then Andy, or, Andy, then tom. That'll work. Turn here."
They walked into Alex's yard, and then rang the bell. After a moment, Alex opened the door. He immediately invited them in, and then cautiously closed the door.
"Alex, are any of your family here?" Adam spoke first.
"They're just leaving now. To the cabin, somewhere safe."
"So you know what's going on around here?" Dan spoke.
"No, just that, well, it's not safe here. The News was right, after all."
"Exactly," Adam said, "we figured that it's true, since one got into our house, Dan and I are getting out of here. Do you want to come with?"
Alex thought for a moment. The motioned to hold on, and went to talk to his dad. After a moment later, he came back out. "Okay, I'll come with. As far as they know, all this is is an epidemic going around, like the flue. They haven't actually seen any, of them... yet."
Alex's dad walked into the pantry, his hockey jersey on, looking just a little concerned. "Alex, you be polite while we're all gone. Adam, your parents said it's alright for Alex to stay at your house for a whole week?"
Adam looked up, dumbfounded. "Uh, oh, yeah, it's fine. It was their idea in the first place..." he glanced at Alex, then out the window. Nothing out of place outside, it seemed.
Alex's dad then frowned and narrowed his eyes at Adam's hands. "Why did you bring that old gun here?" he searched him up and down, running questions threw his mind.
"Oh, my... four-ten?" Adam choked, "... it's, my dad's." his brain froze, and then he realized what he just said. 'What the hell what that?! "It's my dads", he's ganna see through this.'
"Is that loaded?"
"N-no. I wouldn't-"
He was cut off, "okay, that's good. You be safe. Alex, call us often."
"Yeah, sure. Bye dad." His dad nodded back, and left out the kitchen door, into the garage. As the three friends stood there, they all listened carefully for the car to leave the garage. Eventually, it did, and once they couldn't here it anymore, they stepped to the window, to watch it pull out of view.
"Good," Dan said, "we're clear. Alex, does your dad have any guns, for hunting or anything?"
Alex looked up at the ceiling. He snapped back, told them to wait for a moment, and ran upstairs. He came back down with, to Adam's and Dan's surprise, a chrome, sheathed American made sword.
"Wha-!" Adam gasped, "Is that Jesse's nerd sword"?His face cracked a smile of disbelief so wide it hurt.
Alex pulled it out of the sheath, the 60 watts from the fan-light hanging from the ceiling reflected off the chrome blade, with a few light scratches in is sending the light at an angle. "Heh," he sighed, "we don't have any real guns, but I guess this'll work, right?"
"That'll do it..." Dan spoke; his voice was at a distance, his eyes fixated on the fancy sharp stick. "Can I see that for a second?"
Alex handed that the sward at an awkward angle, for neither of them were experienced at handling swords. "Sure."
Dan held it tight, and when Alex let go, it jerked his arms down. "Whoa!" he said, without thinking, "this is heavier then Mitch's katanas... is this sharp?" he slid a finger over it, slowly, just light enough to not cut himself. "I suppose it is."
Alex extended his arm, palm out. Dan returned it to him, and Alex sheathed it and hung it over his back, gently.
They all looked at each other, and out the window. Dan walked up to it and looked around, hard.
"Anything?" Adam asked. He stepped over to the closet.
After a pause, Dan spoke. "No, nothing. It's getting dark out quickly, though. Alex, do you have any flashlights?"
"Yeah, hold on." Alex tuned to head into the kitchen.
"Alex!" Adam called through the house, "do you have a spare jacket or something I could use?"
Alex emerged with pair of quality flashlights in his left hand. In his right hand, he was balancing three cans of Mountain Dew.
He tossed a can to Dan and Adam, and set the flashlights on the sofa, and took a seat on its arm. "Maybe... why?"
"Because," Adam started, "if people don't yet know what's going on, three kids walking around at night with a shotgun and a nerd sword a ganna look really suspicious. I could at least hide the gun under a jacket."
"Uh, sure." Alex stepped to the closet, and pulled out his Dad's dull grey work jacket. "This outta work, right?" Alex tossed it to Adam.
"Thanks." Adam set the tiny shot-gun down besides him, and threw the jacket over his shoulders. He then picked up his gun, and Dew, and passed it back to Alex. "Thanks, but this isn't ganna help now... a sugar low tonight could kill. Me."
"Too late." Announced Dan, his can half empty. Alex looked at his, and tossed his and Adam's onto the ground.
"Okay," he looked up, then to the clock, "seven-forty. We should probably be getting..." he glanced at Dan. "Where are we going?"
"To get Andy, then Tom. We're going to get all or our friends, like Cody, and Zach." Dan said in return.
"Alex, you remember Zach, right? You did that play in eighth grade, about, resident evil." Adam said.
Alex blinked slowly, "Yeah, I remember Zach. That's pretty ironic that we made that play, huh?"
Adam and Dan nodded, and Adam grinned. "That play should have won." With that, they picked up their flashlights, Dan tossed his empty can onto the floor, and Adam grabbed his shotgun, with one arm inside his jacket to hold it concealed. Alex glanced out the window one last time, and, satisfied with what he saw, walked to the door and slowly opened it. Then he took his first steps outside, and Dan followed, and as Adam walked out last, he shut the lights off.
Two
It was getting dark out, but not so dark that they couldn't see where they were headed. As they stepped onto the grass, the street light turned on, automatically, making the 15 year old kids look up, tensely. There was nothing to be heard where they were, except some birds, flying to their nests somewhere. The lights were on in the houses around them, and they could see in the house across the street from them a person's shadow walking past a lit window.
Alex spoke first. "Are we going to get Andy, then?"
Andy's house was down a road, which you got onto by walking behind Alex's. It was about a two minutes walk from there.
"Yeah," Adam said, "but... you guys should go get him. I'll go get tom.
To get to tom's house, you had to walk back to Adam's, then keep walking through the yards past it. It was about a three minutes walk, if he walked fast.
"Shit no." said Dan, demanding, and almost laughing at the absurdness of the idea. "Never, ever split up. Jill and Chris and Berry and Wesker split up. Remember what happened to them? Barry died!"
"That's only because you didn't give him his magnum back. I'll be fine. Besides," Adam started, "I wanna."
"Just go," Alex said, tossing him flashlight, "meet us... at the basket ball court."
"Sure," Adam then left.
Then Alex and Dan turned to walk to Andy's house. Then Alex stopped, and looked up. "I got a better idea. I'm just ganna call Andy." He turned back to his house.
"Yeah," Dan sighed. "That makes sense." He paused. "Why didn't Jill have a cell phone? That's stupid..."
Adam passed into his back yard, his eyes and ears scanning everything he could see and what he could hear. So far, nothing had come up. He crept passed his swing set, and crouched down behind the deck, along the side of his house. He crawled to the middle of it, and carefully pulled himself up just so his eyes were above it. In the window he saw the fat zombie freak, staring out the window on the other side of the house. His stare was empty and dull. He didn't move a bit. Every once and a while, he would lose his balance and turn from side to side, to steady himself.
Adam took a deep breath and lowered himself, and continued crawling, soon he passed the deck and met the other side of the house, and he was passed it. He glanced at the garage. It was still open, the door into the kitchen wide. The light was even still one. After a moment of debate in his mind, he slowly walked into the garage, and slowly opened the tool bench, and pulled out his dad's fish gutting knife. It was dull and old, but it was still a knife, he thought. He reached in again and pulled out the old faded leather sheath for it, and walked out, quickly, and slowly.
He sheathed the knife, stuck in his pants pocket, and continued walking to Toms.
Alex hung up. "He's on his way; I said we'd meet him halfway."
Dan glanced at the door. "Sure, let's go now. There's nothing out the window, still." He headed for it.
"Alright," Alex said, as he walked for it too. Again, once Dan was out, he shut the lights off and shut the door quietly behind him. He looked around once he stepped onto the grass, and heard nothing unusual, and saw nothing, except in for the house across the street to him. The lights were still on, but the front door was open. He motioned to Dan. "I think there's something wrong with that house." He pointed to it, and Dan looked too.
"Yeah," he agreed. They looked at each other, and Alex started walking for it. Dan followed, quicker, so he could catch up.
From across of the road, Alex saw a thin shadow cover up the door's entry. He walked a little slower. Once he stepped onto the drive way, he saw a limp hand drop onto the floor next to the doorway.
"Shit!" he whispered loud, so Dan could here. He turned around, quickly, and ran back towards his house. Dan, who hadn't saw what just happened, glanced at Alex, the quickly back to the door, then he turned, confused, and ran with Alex.
"What?" he called, quietly.
"Someone in that house is dead!" he hissed, "Let's go, now!"
Dan nodded, choking, and kept running with Alex, behind his house, and on to Andy's street. Once they got there, the stopped, stood completely still, and stared at the figure in the middle of the street, silhouetted be the street light. It glanced up, slowly, and fixed his gaze upon Alex and Dan.
Dan took a step back, and looked at Alex, then back at the person. "Hello?" he called, softly. It didn't respond. He tried again, and they both started walking backwards, slowly. Still it didn't talk back. It started walking to them, slowly, and awkwardly. It stumbled on himself several times, but kept towards them.
"Alex!" Dan hissed, "Take out your sword!"
Alex blinked, then slowly pulled it out of his sheath. He looked at his weapon, then at the monster. He really didn't think he was ganna have to use this, and he really didn't want to. He steadied it in front of him, and pointed it at the beast. "Dan, get back, a littler more." He called softly. Alex didn't take a step forwards, to approach the beast, though. He didn't want to, he was ganna let it come to him.
After a short moment, the Ex-man was about two meters away from the hilt of Alex's sword. He took in as much air as his lungs would hold, and then raised the sword. The zombie didn't do anything to retaliate, but walk closer. Alex leaned to the side, and jumped to his right, then swung the weapon as hard as he could to the left. Halfway through the swing, he heard a sickly slice and crunch, and then felt a heavy, sharp vibration in the sward. He tightened his grip more to keep it from falling out of his hands. He looked at the zombie, and saw the other end of his sword stuck into his left ribs. He ripped out the sword, and pulled it to his side.
The monster stumbled, and fell to the ground. Thick blood began to seep out from under him. Then he reached out and looked up to Alex, his eyes full of hunger, and dullness. He grabbed Alex's ankle, the pulled himself to it. The weight almost knocked Alex off his feet, and he tried to step back, but the grip was too tight. He tried to kick the wrist, but he still held on.
Alex tried pulling himself free once more, when Dan appeared, and kicked the side of the monsters head as hard as he could, and almost lost his balance doing so. The monster went limp, but not his grip, but the change of weight balance for Alex was enough, and he raised the sword, and jammed it into the monsters head. The hand let go of Alex's ankle. He let go of the sword, and quickly stepped away from the dead man's corpse. His neck gave under the weight of the sword, and it twisted fast, jerking the head and dropping the sword to the pavement.
Dan blinked hard, "Alex," he half shouted, "That was pretty cool." He looked down, taking in the sight of a semi decomposed corpse, spilling gore from the gut, with a pointing stick lying in a crack in it's head, filled with a sickly crimson red pulp. He looked back at Alex, who seemed depressed. "What's wrong?"
"I don't feel right." He looked down and sighed. "I just killed a human.
Dan walked around to the back of the monster, and looked at its back. He found a large tear in it's dull blue flannel shirt, with a deep gash in it's shoulder.
"Look," Dan said, "he was already dead, well, brain dead. He didn't think anything, all he wanted was our flesh." He looked down the road carefully, "he was ganna kill us. We, err, you had to stop him. It's like," he thought carefully. "It's like fishing. Their stupid, and don't have a life. Zombies are stupid, and have no future for them, nothing to look forward to, nothing to care about, just food. It's okay. Okay?"
He did his best to convince Alex.
Alex walked to the dead corpse, looked hard at the gash in his head, and shoulder, and took out the sword, and wiped it on the grass. At the expense of the moist blades of grass was he able to smear the blood off the blade, taking away its intelligent shine. He picked himself up and headed towards Dan.
"Okay." Alex said, after a long awkward moment. "I suppose you're right. They're nothing but hunger." They both turned down the street. "I want to kill them all." Alex muttered; making Dan glance at him, then back down the road. They took a step forward, and then another figure walked into view. Andy's face shot to Dan and Alex's mind.
Adam glanced behind him as he took the first step onto Tom's driveway. The lights were on inside, so Adam thought Tom must be home. As he rounded the corner onto Tom's porch, he glanced back again, still nothing to his concern out there. He reached the door, and after a slight hesitation, rang the bell. Knocking could be trouble, he thought, might make too much noise. After several long tense seconds, Adam raised his hand to ring the bell again. Still nothing. He glanced around the corner, into a window. He couldn't see anyone, but the lights were still on.
After a moment's thought, Adam rounded the corner, and headed to the back yard. He stepped up to the garage's back door, but found it locked. He normally wouldn't just walk in, but, he thought, this was different.
He slipped around the back of the house to under the porch, which hung about two and a half feet above his head. Along the house was another door, which leads to their basement. Adam reached out his hand, and found it unlocked. He was able to open the door, but after several inched, it stopped. Something was blocking the way. Immediately after, he heard a quick scrape on the hard cement floor, then a few quick footsteps.
"Tom?" Adam whispered. The sound stopped, then heard a response.
"Y-yeah," it sounded familiar to Adam's ear, "Adam?"
Adam exhaled deeply. "Yeah, Tom, are you alright?"
"Yeah," he said, "get in, quick!" the last part sounded urgent. Adam looked around his shoulder while Tom moved the treadmill out of the way of the door.
"Why?" Adam hissed back, his voice sounded tense and confused, "why'd you barricade the door?" It opened enough, and Adam squeezed through.
Realizing how dark it was, Adam took the flashlight out of his pocket and flashed it on the wall, then to Tom and himself. "What's wrong?"
"You didn't see it?"
Adam paused, "No.... see Wha-?"
"Shh!" Tom hissed back, as he walked over to the window and opened the blind just enough that he could see through. "Under that old house in our backyard, one of, them, is lying there."
In the backyard, Tom had a pretty big house like shed, suspended on four stilts, under it tarps and spare junk. Two feet were sticking out from the tarps.
"Shit," Adam cussed under his breath, "how long has he been there?" Adam clicked off his flashlight and looked under the window, too.
"A few hours, I," he trailed off, "I managed to get him out of here."
A though itched in the back of Adam's head, and he looked behind him. The other door, leading upstairs, had been barricaded, too, and trails of blood on the wall lead behind the door. "Where are your parents?" Adam asked in a shy tone.
Tom looked to the ground, then back to the other door. Adam shook his head with grief. "Sorry," he whispered, his voice cracked, badly.
Tom looked back, and cussed to see the thing standing, just in front of the shed. Adam looked out, too, and stepped back, unveiling his four-ten. He reached in his pocket to pull out a small shell. He then cracked the chamber in half, and cradled the gun under his arm while he slowly and smoothly slid the shell in the tight hole. He snapped the gun up, reconciling the chamber, and pulled back the hammer, softly.
Tom looked at the gun, and smiled. "Nice little gun you got there." He joked, grinning. He reached behind the door and pulled out his dad's small revolver. Adam smiled as Tom spun the chamber on it, and it jerked to a stop, twisting his wrist slightly. Tom smiled back, and then fixed the gun. He pulled back the hammer, quietly. He glanced out the window, and then nodded to Adam.
Tom stepped to the door, and then breathed heavily. "Aim for the face." He snapped to Adam. He took a step closer, and as Tom opened the door and flung himself to the side, Adam ran up, too. As the freak raised his head to the two advancers and took a step forwards, Tom and Adam raised their guns.
"Watch your muzzle," Adam mumbled to Tom, who mocked the thought, and fired at the figures head. As the gun recoiled a little in Tom's grip, the small round smashed into the freaks chin, shattered pieces of bone and spoiled cartilage spewed out. The bullet drove itself back through the man's throat with little effort, and made its exit at the back of the neck, throwing blood and bits of flesh out behind it.
The thing staggered back, then fell to its knees. Adam stepped up to it, and as it reached up to him, he raised his barrel, and spent a small shell into its face. For a smaller shotgun, it didn't seem any different from Adam. The face caved in from the middle, and bits of bone stuck through the skin, or else snapped out, with a sickening crunch. His neck snapped back fiercely, and it collapsed backwards on it's heals. Adam snapped the chamber, and the spent cartridge flew out, smoking. Adam picked up a rag on the ground, conveniently, and wiped the small flecks of blood off of the barrel.
After a short pause, Adam spoke up, "Is that you're first one?" he asked.
Tom looked at the corpse, then into the house. "No." he said, slowly. His mind imaging what Tom could say to make the question extremely awkward, Adam decided that was enough to satisfy him.
"It's my first," he said quickly, "oh; do you have any more guns or ammo? We should be moving out now... incase anything heard those shots."
Tom looked around before him, then up to the little house/ shed in front of him. He nodded to Adam, and then climbed up the small ladder leading up to the tiny deck, then into the shed itself. From inside Adam heard wood creaking, then Tom grunted under his breath. After a loud ching, Tom emerged from the small door with an iron pipe, about four feet long, and two inches thick.
Tom jumped down the ladder, checked that he had his cell phone on him, which he did, and began walking around the house. Adam caught up and told him the plan.
"Vos and Dan went to get Andy, and we're to meet them at that old basketball court, by the Randal's pool. We'll figure out the rest from there." He made sure the flashlight was still in his pocket, though he didn't turn it on when he held it in front of him. They need to be careful, to be stealthy.
Tom looked around, "Sure." He said, "What has the plan been till now?"
Adam took a step off Tom's drive way onto the cul-de-sac road, and glanced around him. "So far, Dan and I, and Alex," he said as an afterthought, "have decided to go around, first to pick up our friends, then find a way out of here. We'll try going down to the police station. That might work..." In RE: 2, though, he thought, that's where all that crap went down. Maybe there's a better way...
"Alright," Tom snapped Adam back to reality, "I'll come, like I've got a choice."
They crossed the road, and headed behind the house, past several houses back to Adam's. It was starting to get hard to see the separate blades of grass; it became mashed together in a dark hue. Soon they reached the road across from Adam's house. The garage was still open, the lights still on. But, as they crept closer, Adam saw the door to the kitchen from the garage was closed.
"Tom, you get to the basketball court, I'll be there in a minute." Adam said, while staring at the door. Tom looked around through the garage, and nodded to Adam. They parted, Tom splitting off around the house, Adam quietly stepping into the garage.
Okay, I'm ganna end here and submit it. I will finish some more, then submit it, and you can say, 'Pfft! I'm not ganna waste my time on this crap!' but say it quietly, because if I here you say that, I might feel hurt inside.
Oh, and I've got some pretty deep plans for this. Im not ganna just tell it, but if you want me to ruin some of the later stuff, email me, and I'll tell you some ideas I've got for it. It'll make me feel important and big if you do, so... ugh, yeah! Alright, bye.