Z-Day part 2= Period B
(An Olive Tree Where the Hawthorn Trees Grow)
In fear I gripped my knife and inadvertently caused the blade to pop out. With no other option I looked to the window. The man who was surrounded was gone. Putting his fate out of my mind I quickly raised the knife, in a swift over-hand stab I impaled the window cracking the glass as to soften the impact. I backed up a to charge the window but before I could run into it a gust of heat and air propelled me forward, launching me through the damaged window. I had miscalculated how much time there was before the room exploded, now I'm paying for it.
During the short time I spent in the air between the second floor and the grass of the courtyard I noticed a discoloration in the grass. Is that another person?Just in time to finish that thought my back slammed roughly against the ground. There would've been a pained howl if I had any air left in my body. Through a ring in my ears I hear a voice, though I can't understand it.
From the corner of my eye a pale blonde girl appears clad in black and white. I turn my head to her and see her kneel down, patting out a fire, a fire on my jacket. I immediately jump up and lift the hoodie up over my head not wasting any time with the zipper. Tossing my the jacket to the ground I stomp the small fire out. "-t dead." The sound begins to seep back into my ears just in time to catch the word 'dead' escape the girls mouth.
"What?" I ask cautiously while trying to assess the situation. She's got a knife in her hands with a dark red stain on it. I don't feel like she's an enemy though. Either I didn't pick up on the white steel in her hands because of her black and white clothing or she just drew it now. I shift my hand to grab my knife only to remember it's placed it in my jacket pocket. Dammit, is she going to try to kill me.
"I said I'm glad you're not dead." She said sweetly. "You're the only person I've seen who hasn't been trying to eat me."
"Right... So do you mind putting that knife away?" I suggest while slowly reaching for my jacket.
"...Oh!" She says looking at her hand before clipping the knife to her plaid skirt. "Sorry I was so excited to see another person that I forgot it was out." I'm glad she wasn't putting the fire out with that hand. Taking my jacket and sitting down I try to think up a plan while looking myself over for injury. Only a couple cuts from the glass and a few bruises So people are eating each other. That's fine I'll just... work my way around it. I've played plenty of zombie games and seen the resident evil movies and some other stuff. I've already got a friend here, though I've never seen her before... So why do I still feel like I'm going to die today?
"So what happened up there." She asked looking to the sky.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean how did you get blown up?" Looking up I see the inferno that was once a classroom.
"Oh that, that was just a wrong place at the wrong time kind of thing." I answered. "It happens to me a lot. By the way I'm Damian."
"Olivia Hawthorne, my friends call me Livi."
"Considering the fact that you stopped me from being cremated I guess were friends?" I asked earning a nod. "So Livi what're we gonna do."
"Why ask me?" Olivia asked.
"Well I'll be honest, I'm no leader and I've got nothing better to do." I reasoned. "And since everybody else is kinda dead, I figure I might as well stick with you."
"I'm not much of a leader either..." She responded. "Do you mind coming with me to the childcare center?" Childcare?
~5 or 10 mins later~
Olivia and I haven't seen many of those freaks around and the few we have seen were out of the way. However, that didn't stop us from drawing our knives (just in case). Were headed the childcare center to the west, where a huge amount of people tried to escape from. "So Livi what grade are you in?"
"I'm a 19 year old freshmen, you?"
"19, Sophomore and future dropout." I answered in the same way I always introduce myself to friends.
"Dropout?"
"Yeah, it's too boring in this place."
"Do you at least have a plan? What're you going do after that?" She asked in a mature tone.
"Does crime count as a plan?" I asked in a serious tone. The air between us became momentarily quiet and she began walking faster leaving me a few feet behind. I realized how strange that may have sounded. "…I was joking ya know." I added in an attempt to recover. "So why're we going to the childcare center anyway?"
"I have to get to my son, Noah." She answered suddenly changing to a very determined tone. Son? Wait, wouldn't he have been evacuated with the others? I thought before seeing the one-track gaze in her cobalt eyes. I probably shouldn't tell her that though.
"Well I guess we should hur- Livi lookout!" My original sentence cut of by a much more important warning I made a dash for Olivia and the pale gray arm about to grab her. Grappling the corpse I was able to pull it in my direction away from Olivia. My knife fell to the floor as the monster's weight shifted. C'mon, you call yourself a street fighter? As Olivia attempted to get to me I noticed she was caught by two more. We're so fucked. Forced to the ground I made eye contact with the zombie as it tried to bite at me. Placing my left hand at it's throat I managed to hold it off shortly before realizing the massive difference in our strength. After throwing a few right-handed punches which didn't seem to affect the dead body my hand rested on my knife. "Fuckin' die!" Instinctively launching the silver blade into the side of its head there became a moment where nothing happened. As if everything paused while my mind caught up. I just killed someone.I thought ignoring the numbers of zombies increasing behind me.
"Damian!" Olivia yelled as she attacked a man to her left before being pinned to a locker by another. There's a problem with knives you can only get one opponent at a time. And I'm going to have to do it again.I thought yanking the knife from the zombie's re-killed skull. Just as I rose up the one holding Olivia dropped with the end of a nail in it's head.
"Look you should come with me, now!" Another blonde ordered pointing a nail gun towards nearby deceased. The boy from the window.
So... How did you guys like the first 'real' chapter? As always reviews are appreciated. Special thank to my first reviewer fAnGiRl4Life005, if not for her story 'Lost in Wonderland' (highly recommended) none of you would be reading this.
P.s. I'm still accepting ocs because the boy-girl ratio is a bit off with what I have planned.
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