Well, here is chapter 2. Thanka to those who reviewed, favorited, followed! It is much appreciated. Anyways, our story continue...
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"Come on Chuckie, you got to overcome this fear of yours…do it already." Tommy barked at Chuckie harshly. He used to never talk to his best friend like this, with hate and deep irritation in his voice. But he couldn't help it…the world had ended without a doubt and his friend still couldn't grasp the concept of killing these reanimated flesh eaters.
Somehow during the night Kira escape her basement tool shed prison and began wandering the house looking for fresh meat. Everyone armed with flashlights and whatever makeshift weapons they could find followed a blood trail around the house for more than an hour until Tommy and Chuckie tracked her down to the attic on the top floor.
Chaz stayed back in the first floor living room, the main base of operations for the group. For he couldn't comprehend the idea of watching his "sweetheart" be battered to death by the children she once called her own.
Well, that was the obvious reason to stay back for him. But that morning he awoke with a scorching fever and welts the size of grapes appearing over his forearms, thighs, and neck. He tried his best to act strong around the kids. So he just popped a couple Tylenol, drank some water and hoped for the best.
But it soon became worse. As a raspy cough tore through his throat like a knife and his muscles became faint and uncontrollable like the "rats" when they were infants.
He knew he wasn't going to last the night when he began fainting every hour and his memories began to flutter. Once he even forgot the name of his own son like he was some dementia-ridden elderly.
Nonetheless, he wanted to be there to protect the children, but soon he came to the conclusion it was going to be impossible for him to be of any support to them. And he was just going to become like another flesh-eating adult who roamed the streets…
They weren't humans anymore. Hell, they were worse than wild dogs. So what was the big deal about killing them? Tommy thought.
But Tommy knew what was stopping Chuckie from lifting that bat and knocking his former step mom's brains out. She was family. Simple as that, she was there Chuckie's entire life in the ups-and-downs.
She was the one who made him not to be scared of "the guy on the Oatmeal Box". She taught him how to play chess and taught him how to do Algebraic equations by the time he was nine.
The year before when Chuckie was dumped by his first girlfriend, Catherine, for being too much of a "dork", Kira was the one who comforted Chuckie and told him he was too good for a bitch like Cat.
And yes, Chuckie swears to this day Kira called her that.
In an instant though, all those wonderful memories were erased and replaced with a horrific, grotesque image of the reawakened dead corpse of her body who craved her son's flesh.
Even so, it wasn't like Tommy didn't have his own fair share of killing family members. The day before he encountered his ninety-two year old year grandfather Lou staggering around in the Finster's front lawn. He knew the older gentleman checked out in his sleep from a heart attack a week before, so there was no way he miraculously was alive.
Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his Dad's old hatchet and crossed the front lawn to his grandfather who was stumbling into the trash littered road. Slowly approaching his grandfather form behind, hatchet raised he felt his heart beating through his chest. A line of sweat was forming around his brow.
Eyeing the back of his granddad's head, he saw his hearing aid was still tightly placed in his ear. This caused Tommy to smile slightly for a second, but then was replaced by depression as he learned his favorite relative was never coming back.
"Sorry Grandpa." He whispered, as the hatchet collided down upon the old man's cranium. The walking corpse swayed side to side, until the hatchet was ripped out and the body fell like a collapsing statue to the asphalt ground.
Not looking back at his mangled relative, Tommy ran back inside before any of the other staggering corpses fifty yards or so down the road caught a glimpse of him.
Tommy would admit he did shed a decent amount of tears over his grandfather, but he knew that thing lying in a pool of its own blood on the curb wasn't his granddad. So why couldn't Chuckie just swing the stupid bat!
"Damn it Chuckie, whatever soul was once inside her is now gone. Just get it over with!" Tommy screamed now, losing his patience.
"I-I can't…" Chuckie whimpered until he fell to his knees sobbing and sniffling like crazy. The wooden Louisville Slugger held weakly in his hands clanked to the hardwood floor.
"For God's sake…" Tommy uttered with an exasperated sigh as he drew his arm back and smashed the hatchet into Kira's face. Blood and brain matter spattering Tommy's already tattered and blood stained black zip-up hoodie.
Gritting his teeth, Tommy lifted his stained work boot and kicked Kira's now dead body off of the blade. The body landed with a thud in the darkened corner of the room.
"Now was that so hard?" Tommy asked cross, looking down at Chuckie who finally stopped sobbing.
Followed by Tommy's remark, the entire block fell silent for the first time in which seemed like days. The two friends stood their motionless, taking in the serenity.
It reminded them from one time when they were twelve and they snuck onto the roof one night. Gazing up at the stars as they lied down on the hard concrete center of the roof, they didn't say a word as the enter city fell silent and they were engulfed by the darkness of night.
But without warning, the stillness was shattered as a gunshot resounded through the entire house, bringing all the inhabitants back to reality.
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