June 13th 2013
It's one in the morning right now and I'm standing watch while Dave and John sleep. After. . .After what Dave did to Kankri, we had to leave the house because I guess it's too much of a risk that there might be more of whatever those things were. They say that they're zombies, I don't care what the fuck they are. We didn't even give my brother a burial. I had to leave him on the floor like some kind of slaughtered animal and leave. God, I'm so sorry Kankri. You never deserved this.
Right now we're heading to a hardware store on the other side of town because hardware stores have survival items and Dave said that everyone would go to gun shops and that we have to stick to things that are quiet because these things are drawn to sound.
It's really quiet if you ask me, it's too fucking quiet. There's absolutely no one, we found a house that was empty. Seems like most people just packed and left. That is, if they were lucky and didn't get bit. I wonder what happened to my friends. Did they get bit? Are they surviving this chaos? I hope they're alive. I need to know that they are. I'm going to have to have Dave let us look for them after we get supplies from the store.
There was a radio announcement yesterday. It said that this is some sort of plague and that it leaves the infected in a state that they can't control their body and that they attack anything in sight. Not just humans, whatever they can get their hands on, they will destroy.
There's no cure and it is highly recommended that we stay inside to stay safe from them. I guess they don't know how to open doors? There was one that came in here this evening while we were eating. We would've been dead if it wasn't for Jack. Bastards are fucking sneaky, they're not like the ones from the movies where they're loud and slow. These things are fucking quiet and fast. Dave smashed its head in too.
I just can't keep from thinking about Kankri. The last time I talked to him. . . When he was normal. I told him to fuck off and I don't want to talk to him anymore because all I do is apparently trigger him so why in the hell should I waste my breath on him. I then slammed the door on his face. He just wanted to know why I was crying. I'm a shitty ass brother. I never deserved him, I never even said that I loved him. He died thinking that I hate him. Maybe I should've let him kill me. At least then I wouldn't of had to see Strider beat his fucking skull in.
I can hear them moving outside. The screaming never stops, makes me wonder that if they feel pain? Why else would they be screaming all the time? These things aren't like the zombies from Michael Jackson's Thriller either. Theses things are fucking terrifying. This morning I saw them tear a squirrel to shreds. I would gladly take those dancing zombies over these monsters any day.
My shift is over, I have to wake up John now.
-Karkat Vantas
Karkat stows his journal into his grey backpack and shudders when he wears another spine chilling wail from the other side of the wall.
"John, John wake the fuck up." Karkat nudges John's shoulder but John rolls over with a smile on his face.
"No Nic Cage, you're the man."
"What the fuck Egbert? Wake up already god dammit." Karkat gives him a brisk push and John bolts up, his messy black hair stands up in all directions and his glasses lay crookedly across his face.
"Wha? Karkat?" Karkat rolls his eyes.
"Yes you dip shit. It's your shift, get off your ass. I'm tired as fuck." John stands up slowly and stretches with a yawn.
"Egbert reporting to duty, any trouble out there Vantas?" Karkat huddles into a blanket and glowers up at John.
"No." John salutes Karkat and puffs out his chest.
"Aye aye!" Karkat ignores John and rolls over and closes his eyes. Just as he was about to fall into slumber's warm embrace, John speaks quietly.
"Karkat, are you still up?"
"Yes." He lets out a quiet sigh and turns over to John, "What do you want?"
"I was just curious if you think that we might get saved?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, do you think that maybe the military might come and get us or something? They have to right? That's their job to make sure that everyone is safe from harm." Karkat props himself on his elbows and runs his hand over Jack's bristly fur.
"I don't know. As far as I fucking know, we're the only survivors left." Karkat pauses when he sees John's crestfallen face and quickly corrects himself, "We're not the only survivors. There's others out there and I'm sure the military will try to find everyone who isn't, you know."
"Do you, do you think that my dad is still alive? Or Nanna? What if they were like Kankri?"
"I'm sure they're fine. You Egberts are pretty fucking hard to kill, didn't a bookshelf fall on your grandma or some shit?" John lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head, remembering back to the time when that happened.
"Yeah, she is a pretty tough old lady."
"See? They're going to be perfectly fine. They're probably having the time of their lives pranking the shit out of the zombies."
"Yeah you're probably right."
"Of fucking course I am." John rolls his eyes and turns his back on Karkat.
"Shut the fuck up and go to bed Karkles."
"Gladly." The room is silent again for a few minutes before John speaks again.
"I really am sorry about Kankri." Karkat focuses his grey eyes at the wall and draws the blanket closer around him.
"It's fine."
"No it's not Karkat I-"
"I don't want to talk about it okay? Just let me sleep already." Karkat snaps back at John curtly and John says nothing but fiddles with the cold metal baseball bat that rests on his lap.
"Good night Karkat." Karkat grunts under his breath and closes his bloodshot eyes.
Dave cracks open one eye and gazes at both boys at the other side of the room. He does feel remorse for what he had to do to Kankri, but it was either Kankri or all three of them. He wasn't about to let all three of them turn into zombies just because he was too chicken to kill one. He hopes that Karkat doesn't hate him for what he did though. It was survival of the fittest and there was no way that he was going to let Kankri chomp down on Karkat.
His mind wanders to Dirk and Bro, he knows that they're beating the shit out of the zombies. They're too nimble and careful to let one even get five feet of them. There's no need to worry about them, both Dirk and Dave were trained for the day of the zombie apocalypse by Bro. Dave never thought this day would come, but holy chipotle, here it is. He only wishes that he had one of his cool as shit swords, it would've been a better weapon than one metal bat. At least it's not a smuppet. As cool as they are, they would've failed against the cruel and ravenous wrath of those beyond the seemingly safe wall.
They need to keep the move on though, just what they need is some sort of giant zombie that towers over their sanctuary. Dave chuckles silently to himself, what fun that would be to fight titanic living dead that can crush houses with one stomp. Perhaps he should build himself a house of Legos. That would teach anything to go stomping around on his house. On that day, the huge zombies received a grim reminder.
Sunlight envelopes all three boys and Dave stands before Karkat, John and Jack with his backpack slung over one shoulder and the bat resting on the other.
"Welp, let's go to that hardware store."
Author's Note
I'm not going to lie, I really do like this story. I have so many ideas for this one and I already positive on how I'm going to end it! It's going to be a longer series so yay! I'll probably have the third chapter up by the end of the week or sooner, seeing as I like writing this one. I probably won't be able to update Misfit Love until like the first of November or later just because I don't want to go through all of my packed things and make a mess of things. A Prince's Hope will most likely be updated tomorrow or later tonight? It'll be soon though.