Well, im writting this story again, but slowly, because I love it, I fix it a lot of errors on tne previously chapters and thanks for reading.
"COME ON!" I yelled as I stared the car. I pressed my foot on the gas really hard and the car went sliding.
"Blaine, let me drive, I'm ok" Kurt said with a tired voice. I looked at his face and he was pale as a ghost, and it seemed like he would throw up at any moment.
"Kurt, you're not okay, just... relax" I said, I was still too nervous of the car failing and a zombie grabbing kurt and everything almost going down. It was too much for me. I needed to calm down for a minute. But the thing it was, I didnt have a minute.
"Just... sleep a little. I will drive, and find a safe place then we figure out what to do"
"'Kay" he muttered, and he changed a little of the weight of his body to get comfy on the small car, leaned his head at the window and closed his eyes. He fell asleep at the very intant that he touched his hair at the window.
The road was full. It was incredible. We were the only ones actually driving, but we could barely move. Im not a good driver, I may confess, and be driving on a street where there is car bodyworks all over the place, bodies and a lot of things that I really don't want to know what it is, because geez... being that aside of the road is full of trees, but we were not able to turn over, but not slowing down because of the car noise and all the zombies that may or may not appear, which makes this trip a huge pain in the ass.
After driving for a few hours, I noticed that was almost night, so I decided to park along side a bunch of trees, and the way I put the car there, me and kurt were really hid from any walker that could possibility walk around here. I looked at kurt, and he was still asleep, so I decided to take a nap, nothing would happen, right? And if it did, a restless me wont be a good helper anyway, and with this, I fell in the land of sleep.
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"OH MY GOD ! THEY KILLED KENNY!"
"You Bastards!
I laughed at the tv, as the characters was saying their trademark phrases. "I love this show" I said, as I got a lot of snack with my right hand and threw it in my mouth, barely fitting it all in, messing my entire face and clothes with sharps.
BooM BooM BooM
I heard I really loud noise coming from the living room and drag of furniture.
"Daddy?" I asked to the corridor as I got out off my room, and went to the living room; As I was getting closer, the noise were getting louder.
"Dad!" I screamed as I saw my dadall dirty with blood, and psychotic look on his face. "Wh-What happened?"
"They are everywhere" he said, as he walked to his room.
"They 'who'? I asked as I heard the wardrobe open and close and hurried footsteps coming back to the room.
"Dad, what you're doing!" I shouted and my eyes wided as I saw the gun on my dad's arms.
"They tried to eat me alive Blaine" dad said as he got closer to me, which made me freeze. "Their touch, their saliva... they're dead, but they're walking, and a single bite" my dad mimickedto bit the air in front of his nose. "Can make you one of them."
"Dad" I said, gathering all the courage I had in me "Are you drunk?"
"you little bitch" My dad got closer to me at each word he said "How dare you talk to me like this! I'm your father!"
As my dad raised his hand to slap me, or at least it seemed like, it came a really loud thud from the front door, which made both he and I attention to the sound.
"What was that!?"
"Shhhhhhhh" My dad whispered "Keep quiet, and they might go awa-"
Another thud, but this time was not just one, but several.
I got closer to my father and I tried as hard as I could keep my voice quiet. "Wh-Who is o-out there?"
"Zombies" He looked at me with a dead look on his face, I tried to hunt any hint that this was a joke but he wasn't joking. This was for real.
Another blow came from the dor, but this time stronger, it sounded more... desperate? And as it could read my thoughts, one hand broke the door's wood.
The hand was so grey, that was almost white, and was full of bruises and insects eating on the wound.
"Dad! DO SOMETHING!" I shouted, but everything happened too fast. As my dad loaded his gun, the zombie broke in, well, the zombies broke in. He shot one in the chest and the other one in the head, which made zombie juices split all over us.
"God" He sighed, and looked at me. "Are you okay?"
I probably was pale as paper, because I couldn't move, I could barely think! What just happened before my eyes, I'd never dream to happen on my widest dreams, and the worse, my dad had a gun on his hands, and I know I should feel safe but I wasn't.
"Blaine?" He asked again.
"Yes, I'm fin- DAAAAAD!" I screamed as I saw the zombie that dad shot on the chest grabbing his feet and throwing him on the ground. My father tried to fight, and kick the zombie, but the zombie bit him in the left ankle, which made him scream so loud. I was
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGG"I screamed. I looked around, and I didn't recognize where I was. "Dad?!" I called for him.
"Blaine!" Kurt answered with a frightened face in his face "What's wrong?"
"Kurt?" I asked confused, squinting my eyes. "What?"
"Blaine" Kurt said again with a tone of concern in his voice "You just screamed"
"Oh"
"Really loud" He added.
"I-I'm sorry" I said, looking at him. "I didn't mean t wake you up"
Kurt kept his gaze on me, as if I should say something, I just didn't know what. "It was nothing. Don't worry."
"But" He stared and grabbed my hand "But it desn't seen like nothing."
"I know" I answered with a half smile and continued "I just don't want to talk about it"
He opened his mouth to contradict my last phrase, but I was faster "At least not yet, Kurt" I squeezed a little harder our hands and added "Go back to sleep, you seem tired."
He stared at me for a long while, it seemed like he was looking at my soul, at a normal moment I'd joke about it, but I really wasn't on the mood. H e just nodded his head and gave me a tight hug, going back to his old position.
So I did the dream thing here, because the chapter would be too small and yeaaaah
