Hi everyone :D. Okay so this is the first chapter on my Dawn of the Planet of the Apes fanfiction. So please read and tell me what you think. If you like I'll add more ;D
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC and a few events.
I don't remember much about how it started. I recall a group of apes escaping and running into the Muir Woods. It was chaos. Then it happened, the coughing. Almost everyone I knew had it, a low gurgle cough. People started wearing those surgical mask to try and contain it. More and more people got it.
My mom eventually pulled me out of school. I couldn't go to the park or to a friends, I was a prisoner in my own home. I didn't understand why until I was older. Then it happened, I heard that gurgle cough in my own kitchen. A few days later I heard twice the coughing, now one coming from my dad's study. I didn't know why my parents looked so scared until I heard the news announce the death toll from this "Simeon Flu". Finally I understood. The coughing, death and no cure floated through my head. And then one day there was nothing. No coughing, no breakfast, no talking, my parents were still in bed. I tried so hard to wake them, I wore myself out shaking their arms. They were gone, my parents were dead. I cried for so long. I prayed I'd get sick, I didn't know what to do I was only seven. Then I saw the news again, the military was here trying to help, so was FEMA. I did what I thought was right, I packed all I could carry and before I left, I locked up the house and left a lit match on the living room rug. I knew I couldn't come back, so I never looked back.
Chapter 1: 10 years later.
I sat quietly in the old metal foldout chair. The cold back was a relief after my morning workout. Others sat around the long table in the "conference room," listening to Dryfus talk.
"We have a dilemma folks. Our fuel supply is very low and..." he was cut off.
"You mean we're out of power!" oh Kemp, he was always so observant.
"I didn't say that. I said we're low."
"How low?" asked Malcolm, one of the only smart ones left.
"We have enough for a few weeks..." he was cut off again.
"WHAT?" shut up Kemp!
"Stop interrupting," thank you Ellie, "how many weeks Dryfus?"
"I'd say three maybe four."
"So we need to find more fuel? That sounds easy." said Foster, the muscle if you ask me.
"That's the problem, we can't find any," uh-oh, "we've had scouts out looking for months, other groups have used it." Dryfus ran a hand down his face.
"He's scared." I thought, I know him better than anyone sitting here.
"Then what should we do?"
"The dam…" Malcolm muttered.
"Exactly! The dam in the Muir Woods."
"It's been so long since it's been used, how do you know it'll still work?" Carver asked, he's 30% dick, 70% asshole.
"You tell us Carver, you're the water guy."
I couldn't help but snicker at that. I stopped though when I felt the slightest squeeze on my left hand. I looked up from my notebook to the tall, skinny boy. He gave me a silly awkward smirk and went back to listening. Oh Alexander, the last bit of light in this dark world, to me anyways. I never knew I could love someone as much as I do this socially awkward little misfit. I went back to taking notes when I felt his thumb rub my hand. He's so sweet and gentle, who couldn't love that?
"How long has it been since anyone went into the woods?" asked Malcolm.
"Two years," I commented, drawing some attention to myself.
"I almost forgot you were here Abigale, you're quiet for once." I hate Carver.
"I just keep thinking about how stupid you are Carver," I smile sweetly at him across the table.
"You little brat!" he stands up, "You can't talk to me like that!"
I stood up as well, dropping Alex's hand, "looks like I just did, course you're to dumb to realize it, right?"
"You bitch…" Dryfus smacked Carver in the head.
"That's enough! Carver act like an adult. Abigale act your age."
I smiled," I am, I'm seventeen remember?"
"Act your IQ then!"
"My IQ is 165, I'd be dead by now." I raised my eyebrow.
"You know what I meant. Stop it Abby!"
I sat down with a thump and huffed out a sigh. I hate being called Abby. Only people to call me that was my parents and I allow Alex to call me Abby.
The meeting finished soon after the fight. A group would go see about the dam and fix it if we could. Since Alex was going, I volunteered. I'm pretty protective of Alex, It's weird I know. And of course Carver the 'waterboy' had to go (he was so happy i was going, yeah right).
I sat on the ledge over looking the stairs as I waited for Alex. He came out and stood behind me, as I dangled my legs over the edge.
He laid his head on my shoulder, "you okay Abby?" he whispered.
"I'm fine. It wouldn't be a meeting if I didn't torture Carver a little." I felt him giggle and smile.
"I guess not," he kissed my cheek and stood straight, "let's go pack, we're leaving tomorrow."
I smiled at his enthusiasm, "don't forget your sketchbook."
"Never" was his last words as he took my hand and led me to our rooms.
