"Max get your damn ugly self in this house right now!" my uncle yelled.
"Coming" I screamed back in annoyance. I looked over to Fang with apologetic eyes 'sorry' I mouthed to him. He gave me a sympathetic look as I jumped off the hammock we were lounging on. I ran up to the front door and took a minute to get myself ready for what was inside. My hand turned the cold brass door knob of the worn down house my uncle was occupying,
" I wish my parents didn't die" I mumbled to my self as I opened the door to see my wasted uncle slung over the old torn couch with a jar of moonshine in his hand. As I closed the door behind me the creak of the termite infested door got his attention away from his alcoholic induced nap "You called?" I said irritated.
"Yeah did you make dinner?" he slurred out.
"Would if we could afford food." I blurted out ' Crap I need to learn how to hold my tongue back' I scolded my self.
"You getting smart with me." He angrily stumbled toward me. I already had bruises from the other day when he knocked me out when I couldn't hold back my tongue, just like now. He already had his fists balled with the veins sticking out 'He can't do this again Sam" I stated to myself. As his hand came up I ducked underneath his sickly body and ran for the back door in a hope of escaping this hell hole. I grabbed the handle of the door to escape this retched rotting alcohol induced house, but before I could open the door to freedom a scream erupted from behind me.I turned around to see the sight of horror film in action in my own hell. There was blood sprayed all around the walls with moaning and screams from my uncle spitting the silence of the day.
There in the middle of the living room laid my begging uncle with two bodies crouched over him. "What the hell." I didn't have anytime to react to the sight of the two decomposed bodies ripping my uncle apart, red hot flesh being shoved into their own dead mouths when something had thrown it's self against the door I was holding. I turned to see the clouded eyes of a rotten corpse beating on the door I was holding onto for dear life, I was horrified at the sight. My hand slipped from the door and I darted towards kitchen where the knifes lie. "Oh god Oh god Oh god" I blurted out ,my hands stumbled and searched for the sharp edged utensil in the drawer. Not caring if I were to cut my hand or not. Once I found the blade my hand wound its self around the sharp blade just in time to witness my uncle walk into the kitchen with a hollow stomach. I almost threw up my own stomach fro the sight of him. He was stumbling his way toward me with not anger in his eyes this time...but hunger.
I took the knife in my hand and plunged it into his heart, he kept coming. I took the knife back but before I could turn away and run his bloody hand took hold of my shirt and pulled me to his monstrous mouth. I turned around to be met by his eyes once a dull green sometimes bloodshot, now a cloudy blue with no emotion. This wasn't my uncle anymore and I knew it from thebegging when the other corpses took hold of him. I knew I had to kill to live no matter who or what it was now, I could feel something click in my mind as I rose the blade above my head and plunging it into its target. The body went limb in my arms as I stabbed the corpses head, I yanked the knife out spraying blood all over my clothes. As I took the a step back the body dropped out of my arms and hit the floor with a thud. "Oh god" I shivered as more bodies piled in...
Flashback end
I took the buck knife out of my belt and plunged it into the zombies head in front of me, the body faltered in its steps for a moment and hit the ground. I had just reached the city line and was already greeted by a dead corpse"Crap" I hissed "I should have expected" every city I had come upon had been overrun, I should have know this one would also be. Luckily for me I had learned a few things over the past year. I yanked the blade from head of the dead bag it was plunged in and bent down to the corpse. I checked my self for cuts before I touched the thing, my body was clean,good. I put my hand into the hole in its head I caused and smeared the black blood on me covering my scent with the scent of death. I had learned this trick a while back when I had been surrounded by a hoard and had been drenched in the zombies blood, they instantly stopped and stood there as I escaped. I rose to my feet and started into the city equipped with a buck knife and 9mm pistol.
The streets were fluttered with corpses moving and non-moving ,I still went unnoticed as I walked the streets that were littered with garbage and body parts. Stores once organized that lured people in, now had barren shelves, broken glass, and blood stains. A city once buzzing with sound and lights a year ago now silent and eerie. This life was no longer alive to anyone, as much as others wanted to think it belonged to the living, it did not, not anymore. The dead owned life now; come to think about it death owned life even before, just in a different and unknown way.
It had now been an hour and I still hadn't had found anything, I didn't even know what I was looking for these days. I had passed an ally way when I heard a faint whimper . I turned to find a small shape sprawled out in the middle of the ally. The whimper came again, it had been faint but loud enough for me to hear. This was one of those situations in movies when the blonde, being me, would go down the dark creep ally while everyone watching yelled at her to not go down because she would be killed, in the end she's killed. This is that moment where I should take every ones advice and not go down the ally, but I don't like listen. I took a small calm step and started to walk toward the mass .
As I closed the distance between the mass and I, I realized there were two. I inched closer to see the thing laying on the ground was a dog with a knife in its head and a torn half eaten leg. Hunched over the dog was a small figure whimpering "Hey, you dead?" I asked hoping not to be interrupting a zombie from eating its lunch. The tiny mass jumped back as my voice echoed through the ally way. Light had now shown on a tiny boys face fear spread across his face as he looked at me with a knife in my hand. He had almost black looking eyes and short black about two inches long, he had a small delicate face with small freckles on his nose and cheeks. "Don't worry" I smirked "I won't bite" I chuckled a bit. The boys face now spread with a skeptical look, he looked a bit familiar to me.
"You talk right"He nodded in reply "OK then,tell me your name."
" Emilio Walker" he whispered still unsure. Why does Walker sound familiar to me?
" Maximum Ride, but I've always disliked the name Maximum so I go by Max its more me. So what you up to all alone in an overrun city with a dead dog." I asked
" I-I'm not alone" he said bluntly
"Well you look alone."
"You also look alone."
"Touche, but I've always been alone. But you" I pointed to him" not so much."
"I'm only alone because we were attacked, and my brother told me to run."
"So you still have family in this hell, that's good."
"What happened to yours ?" he asked curious.
"Well parents and the rest died, the last family I was left with before this happened I had to kill him."His face fell into a small sad frown "But its fine, didn't have much of a life before this anyway. I think of this world as a better second chance for me, but for others its not so much. Anyway, is the dog yours?"
"Yeah he saved me from a zombie. I had to put him out of his misery cause he was bit."
"Yeah I can see that"I pointed toward the knife."Anyway I got go, you should also before a zombie catches you." I turned around and started in the direction I was heading in before.
"Wait!" Emilio's voiced echoed through the quietness. I stopped and turned back toward him"C-can you help me, please?"
"I don't know kid"
"I need help to find my brother and the others." his eyes were pleading with me. He was giving the me the puppy dog eyes.
"Uuuggggg" my conscience started to get to me as his eyes pleaded with me. I broke "Fine" his eyes brightened "grab the knife"I commanded as I walked to yanked the knife out of the dog and rose to his feet. "OK where was your brother last before you ran. He pointed down the opposite way I had walked to get into the ally .
"I came in from there. He was near a gun store about 5 blocks away." he started toward the opening.
"Hey wait." he stopped instantly and turned to me "You got any cuts on you."
"No" he said confused. I bent down and took some of the dogs blood.
"Come here then."he walked up to me and froze as I smeared the black blood on his face and clothes. "It'll mask your scent from the zombies. Don't worry you won't get infected." He nodded slowly still worried.
We walked up to the opening of the ally and looked at the littered street. "You know Max?"
"Yeah?" I asked
"You look really familiar. You look like a girl my brother had a crush on before the attack happened. She had the same long blond hair and brown eyes as you."
"Yeah?" I chuckled "Well you look pretty familiar to with those dark black eyes and black hair, you remind me of someone that I knew and liked. But a younger version of him" I chuckled with the memory Fang.

- Different Mind Set