Zoinks.
"Zoinks! What the fuck!" I shouted as a black figure crashed through the wall of the warehouse's office and slumped to the ground. I took a step toward it, pulling my baggy brown pants up a little as I did. All of a sudden, the thing jumped up and rushed toward me. I turned and ran as fast as I could, my huge great dane running alongside me. I glanced back, "Like, no way man! You aren't eating me today, dude!" I cried as I ran.
"I hate you Fred, I hate you Fred, I hate you Fred!" my feet pounded on the concrete floor as I ran toward the spot where the gang had set the trap for tall, dark, and scary as fuck. My dog whined, like he always did. I rolled my eyes and jumped over the tripwire that started the whole trap, "Jump, Scoob!" I yelled, getting an affirmative bark as an answer. I hit the ground, lost my balance, and slammed into the ground. As I did, the trap went off and the thing screamed as a rope net rose it up off the ground. I sighed in relief and pulled my huge great dane to my chest in a hug. He panted and barked excitedly. I smiled, "Good boy, Scoob." I whispered before pushing myself to my feet. I rolled my shoulders, wincing as pain shot through my arm.
After a few deep breaths, I joined my friends under the net. We stared at the struggling creature in silence for a moment. Velma looked away first. The creature was a human being, like you or me. But twisted. It was covered in dried blood, with bits of flesh between its teeth. Fred looked away after another few moments, but I kept my eyes locked on this creature. This poor, poor girl who we used to know. With purple skirts and long orange hair. Daphne Blake looked down at us. Snarling, spitting, drooling. I put a hand on Fred's shoulder and felt it begin to shake. They had planned their whole lives together. I didn't blame him for crying.
I ran a hand through my shaggy brown hair and sighed. This was too harsh. We were still so young. Just kids, really. Scooby whined and tucked his tail between his legs. I scratched his ears.
"Like, come on man." I said, pulling Fred from the sight, "It'll be fine, man, I promise. You know the drill with this. Like, Daph knew how dangerous it was to go out alone. It'll all be okay, man." I sat him down and walked back toward Velma. I reached around to the back of my pants and pulled a six shot revolver from my waist. With a sigh, I aimed the barrel directly between Daphne's eyes. A single tear managed to slip from my eye.
"I'm so sorry, Daph." I whispered. I pulled the trigger and felt the gun kick in my hand. The crack of gunfire echoed through the building. Nobody made another sound.
The world wasn't always so fucked up. Things used to be normal. Or, as normal as things ever were for the gang. Fred and Daphne always flirted but never followed through, Scoob and I smoked in the back of the Mystery Machine, Velma read mystery novels and let us hot box her in the van. Sure, we stumbled across a few jobs, helping people, finding things, stopping the bad guy. But that was just to get by. We weren't on the road for that. The gang was together for fun, nothing else really mattered.
It was only recently that everything changed. It seemed like right after Fred got with Daphne and I worked up the courage to ask Velma out, life just... changed. The world as we knew it was over. People were turning into fucked up monsters, like nothing we had ever seen. Friends ate one another, people killed for food and water, the undead slowly wiped the human race out.
I don't know how long it will take until the venom from the bite kills me and turns me into one of them. I can't promise I'll even finish writing everything down before I eat it and Velma puts one through my head, but I can try my best, man.
I've seen some things, man. Two of my best friends tried to, like, have me for lunch. I'm not going to hold anything back. You, whoever you are, deserve to know the entire story. It started with Mystery Inc. It started with a kiss.