Well… chapter 2. Sorry I haven't posted in ages. I abandoned this story for a while to finish it another time buuuuut I've made other plans and I'm going to continue this now instead of later as I initially planned.
Chapter 2: You can't survive alone
I don't know how long I sat there. It could have been from a few minutes to a few hours. The shock still hadn't worn off and my father's bashing on the door didn't help either. I guess I was just trying to stall the inevitable. Either I killed my undead dad, or I end up like my mother. My body shook violently as I slowly stood up from the bed and walked to the desk. Sitting there was my brother's stiletto which I had been sharpening beforehand. It felt a little cliché but who the hell cares? Something like this happens and I coincidentally have been preparing a weapon. I sighed deeply and slowly outstretched my shaking arm. I picked it up and unsheathed it. It made a loud 'shing' and I held the knife in my hand, just staring at it to stall some more I guess. I slid the sheath in my belt and made sure it was secure. I held it so that the blade was beneath my hand like the classic way that did it in the movies. Tears fell down my cheeks and I reached for the door handle as I only just came to that this is real. No silly dream, no silly video game. This is fucking real. My mother's dead, my fathers a zombie, all my friends are likely dead and soon, I might be dead too. I slowed my breathing, raised the knife, prepared to strike and turned the handle. The door flung open and my father collapsed on top of me. I panicked and dropped the knife. He tried to beat and bite me violently as I kept trying to shove him off. He scratched my arms and bruised my torso a lot. I managed to pull my legs up and kick him off. I picked up the knife and got up in the small amount of time he was disorientated. I yelled, raised the knife and leaped! The knife sunk through my father's arm and he clutched it in pain. I kicked him in the stomach and he keeled over. Once he was down I proceeded to kick him in the face and then pinned him down. I sat on top of his back to stop him getting back up. I reached over, held him arm and slid the knife from him flesh. He grunted and groaned in pain. It made me sick to look at it as it dripped cold blood from its blade. He struggled and I rocked a bit on his back. I regained my senses, clutched the knife in both hands and brought it down on the back of his skull. It was one swift motion and just like that, he stopped struggling. I pulled the blade from his head and lost myself again while watching blood pour from the wound.
I just wanted to be done with all this but it's a zombie apocalypse now. If I wanted to survive then I had better find people, team up and scavenge for food and weaponry. I grabbed a baseball bat for another weapon. I know a bat is a little cliché but this knife isn't as effective against multiple zombies or other human scavengers that don't like sharing. I already have my father's blood on me so if the virus is passed on through physical touch or contact with bodily fluids then I'm already fucked. I feel like it doesn't matter though. I'll probably be dead soon any way. I remember watching a film recently… hmm, what was its name? Oh yeah! World War Z! They wrapped magazines around their arms to avoid bites. I needed to find some mags and duct tape. Both easy things to find. The mags would be in the living room and I could find some tape in my dad's office. I outfitted myself in cargo trousers for more pockets and a long sleeved shirt. I emptied my bag that was full of school books and other things I wouldn't need and packed a spare change of clothes, some food, batteries and a toothbrush. I hooked the knife and sheath on my belt and put a torch in my pocket. I knew from all my experience of zombie games and movies that you CANNOT survive on your own. I had to find my friends from the town. With all of us, I don't think any zombies are going to get their teeth on us.
I wanted to bury my parents but when there's a zombie apocalypse going on and other friends and family on the mind, you don't get a lot of time. I live in a small town so I doubt I will have to worry much about zombies but then again, you never know. I looked up and down the street but as usual at this time it was empty. My friend who lived closest was Lucy. She lived about 5 minutes from here so I should get there soon if I jog. I started running down the street to her house but the streets were still empty. People would still be in bed but there are still usually a few people out, usually drunkards on their way home from the pub. I wondered if the same thing that happened to me is happening right now in other people's homes. I'm glad I lived in a small town and this happened at night. If it was day then there would be swarms of zombies in the street as they pass the virus on to more and more people creating a bigger horde. People would be running for their lives just to get run down and maybe eaten alive. I refuse to let that happen. I must find my friends.
Sorry for taking so long here. I know, I know I got lazy but let's hope I keep writing from now on. If you would like to play some Left 4 Dead 2 with me as well as other games on Steam then feel free to add me. My name is Aidan the Crimson Xeno. I love making new friends so I hope to see you guys soon. Peace!