The Undying Dead
No one knows how it started only that it started. The hospitals were the first to be overrun by the undead. With each passing day, there were more of THEM. Nothing could kill THEM not even a bullet to the brain.
No one knows how it started only that it started. Some say that it was a virus that caused it, others witchcraft, the more religious ones say that it was the wrath of GOD. When the first reports came in everyone thought that it was a hoax something that the News channels came up with to get more ratings. Then day's later reports started coming in from different parts of the world of this strange illness that kills the victim before bringing them back to life, not dead and not alive. The Hospitals were the first to be over run before the undead spread through the streets and the rest of the cities. With each passing day there were more of THEM becoming riskier and riskier to go outside with each passing minute. Nothing could kill THEM not even a bullet to the brain.
Catherin Chandler stood on the roof of the once abandoned warehouse with a pair of binoculars around her neck and a sniper rifle in her hands. With her was her father, her best friend Tess and five other survivors all of them with binoculars and rifles. Inside the warehouse were about 90 other survivors not counting the children under 18. New York used to be a noisy city four months ago before the plague. So many things Catherin misses; her job as a detective, going to the movies from time to time, walking through the park at night with Vincent, but most of all was the noise of New York. The loud honking of cars, people on the streets, the crime anything was better than the near silence of what is left of the world. Venturing outside the gates for no matter what reason was consider suicide but it has to be done in order to find food, clean water, any other thing that the survivors need, and most of all to find more survivors. But with each Survivor that they find the faster their supplies dwindle and the more times they have to go out the gate.
Catherine looked down at where the children were playing. Some of these children had lost one or both parents; others were the only survivors of their families. Keeping watch of the children was her sister Heather, her father's wife Brooke, and few other men and women all of whom have a handgun or hunting knife with them just in case an infected managed to get past the gates. The adults would look up from time to time to those who are on the roof that were keeping watch for any sign. She saw Brooke and Heather looking up at her and Catherine smiled at them giving them thumbs up, all is clear. In a few months she will be an aunt and a big sister (again) for both Heather and Brooke were pregnant.
"They should have been here by now," Catherine said two hours later.
Three small teams of five people each had left early that morning in white moving trucks in the hopes of finding more food and two of those teams had arrived about an hour ago. The sun will be setting in two hours and Vincent and JT's team had not yet returned. No one was allowed outside the gates after sunset that was the rule. Heck no one was allowed outside the warehouse after dark unless you were one of those on the roof keeping watch.
"They'll be here soon Catherine don't worry," her father said
"They have never taken this long dad, what if something happened?" Said Catherine
"They would have called if something did. Vincent is a guardian and he would never let anything happen to any of his team." Her father said "besides Catherine last night they said that they would try to go further out than they usually do. Probably that is what they did, maybe that's the reason why their team hasn't arrived yet. They will be here before the sunset's sweetheart you'll see… Now why don't you go inside and get something to eat nm?" He gave her a smile and a kiss on the forehead before sending her inside
The warehouse was the same one in which Vincent and JT had lived in for over 10 years before to plague and now it was the home of nearly 150 survivors; 90 adults, 60 children (few months- 18 years), 5 dogs, and 1 cat. Throughout the four months since the zombie plague there had been fights due to food, personal space, or some other little thing. In the past four months since the plague they have lost eight of their people out there eaten alive by the infected. In the past four months since the plague they have killed four of their people when bite marks were discover on them. The warehouse was medium size building three stories high the second and third floors were used as the living area while the first floor that held the only entrance and exit was used for the trucks. The trucks will enter to unload the small amount of supplies that the scavenger teams would find but mostly the first floor was used as a mechanic garage and a small part of it was used as a small kitchen. There are only two beds in the warehouse and the only ones allowed to use them were the four pregnant women amongst the survivors, everyone else slept on the floor.
"Any news?" Effrie ask as she handed Catherine a small half cup of 'soup' and hard piece of bread. The 'soup' was canned vegetables boiled in salt and bouillon water. Due to the amount of people and the shortage of food, everything was rationed.
"None," Catherine said slightly shaking her head and taking a sip of her soup. "Bleh!.. god this is horrible." She said making the face and finish drinking rest of the soup.
"Yeah I know, at least you're lucky that you got some veggies though. Some of us only got the salt and bouillon water and the bread." Effrie
The food sucks, living in an overcrowded building sucks, having almost no privacy sucks, life sucks but at least they were all alive. The sun had set over an hour ago when they heard 'they're coming they're coming the last team is coming' coming from outside. Relief immediately spread throughout the whole warehouse and a few 'thank god' were heard. Effrie and the rest of the guardians grabbed their weapons aiming them at the door ready to shoot at the first sign of an infected. When the truck entered the warehouse, everyone gasped at the site of the black flag on the window. Someone had lost. The Guardian surrounded the truck as JT came out of the driver side hitting the trailer in a four drum like beat before undressing. From the trailer came out the three other team members they, just like JT, began to undress. All four men were checked for any bite marks before they were cleared to dress themselves and it was only then that Catherine realized who was missing.
"JT where is Vincent?"
I do hope that you guys like it. This is the first zombie's story that I have ever written. I guess this is what you get when I watch The Walking Dead and right after the 2012 Beauty and the Beast. I will tell you one thing though is that I hope that they do not kill Catherine in this series as they did in the 1987 one. I am trying to post this on 12/14/12 I live in Riverside California and I get internet from the city but since it is raining right now the signal is somewhat sucky.