Chapter Eleven: Packing Bloody Memories

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Clary gasped as the Consul's reply hit her like a baseball bat. Hawaii. That's where they wanted to go? There were other mutters from the crowd.

"Yes, Hawaii. There, we shall be safe from this infection until we can sort out all of the details." The Consul said in a formal tone. Clary knew it would be nice to see her parents again, but how can she leave her home?

No one argued after that, just uncertainty. "Unfortunately, the closest portal is quite a distance from where we are. I have called up a cruise for our department on the Hudson at 6 p.m. You may choose to come if you wish. But the ferry will not wait for anyone." With that he walked away from the crowd and went through the main gate, followed by his advisors. Clary lowered her head down

Everyone started talking again with more positive responses. Clary wanted to see her mother and Luke more than anything, but something was holding her back.

Jace walked up to her. "So are you convinced to come now?" Clary didn't respond. He tilted her chin up. "You know I won't leave without you." Crap. Clary thought. I don't want anyone to stay because of me.

She smiled up to him. "I guess I am." He grinned and took her into her arms. It felt like such a luxury to be held by Jace again.

"I've been walking around; most of the people seem to think this trip is the best way to go."

For a second Clary thought that they only wanted to leave for the vacation. "It is a one time opportunity. It's not safe in New York anymore." Jace's smile faded slowly.

"We'll be fine, Clary. You'll get to see Luke and Jocelyn again. Don't you miss them?" Clary nodded her head slightly.

"Jace." Maryse tapped his left shoulder. He turned around. "We should start packing." She met Clary's eyes and smiled. He nodded his head and she backed away.

"That means you too, Fray." He smirked.

"Actually it's Fairchild." She said as an afterthought.

He shrugged. "You should stick with 'Fray', it has a ring." He threw his good arm over her shoulder and walked with her to the gate.

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Clary stood up from her overflowing suitcase. Her back ached from arching over her stuff. She had gone to her house to pack for the journey. It was already 4:00 and Simon and the Lightwoods were coming to pick her up.

She looked at the mess on the floor. For all she knew, she might never get to see her room again. Okay, sweaters, shorts, underwear, toothbrush…and a few extra weapons.

"That should be good." She told herself. She exhaled and looked around the room. Quickly, she reached under her bed and grabbed her sketchpad. She had almost forgotten it. Clary stuffed it inside her bag.

Then her doorbell rang. This is it. She sighed again and swiftly zipped up her mini red suitcase. Before she shut her door, she gave her room one last look and nodded her head. Her heart was beating quicker than normal. She closed her door and made her way down to the front door. The bell was ringing a numerous amount of times.

God, what's up with them? She unlocked the door and heard a mumbling sound. Clary raised an eyebrow and peeked out of one of the side windows next to the door.

A face popped up into the window she was looking through. She jumped backwards with the hairs on her neck standing stiff. The Walkers banged on the front door. By judging the sounds, Clary knew there were more than just a few.

One of the zombie's fists broke through the window. Clary screamed as bloody hands came breaking through the glass. The corpses moaned, searching for flesh to chew on. She fumbled for her cell phone and punched in Isabelle's number. She was shaking so much that she touched a few wrong buttons.

She screamed again as a face popped into her house from the window. Her heart was stammering against her chest as she tried again to call her number. This time she managed to dial Isabelle's number. As the phone rang into her ears, Clary watched in horror as the doorknob turned rapidly.

She had forgotten to lock the door.

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Isabelle gripped Simon's right hand as Robert started the engine. Simon smiled at her.

"Eww, can you wait 'till the ship to do that. It's disgusting." Jace made a face. Magnus, Alec, Simon, Isabelle and a miserable Jace sat in the seats of Robert's car.

"You shouldn't be talking, lightbulb. What about all of those times you and Clary had romance scenes." Isabelle playfully glared at him.

"Ya, but it looks hot when we kiss. I wouldn't take my chance with a bloodsucker." Jace said proudly. Simon looked offended.

Isabelle smacked him in the head. Jace chuckled and looked out his window.

Simon fidgeted, suddenly uncomfortable. Isabelle decided to lighten him up. "Actually, I like taking some risks."

She closed in on Simon and gave him a kiss. Isabelle knew Jace was rolling his eyes. She pulled away and smirked at Jace. She sighed and pulled out her phone. Clary was calling. Isabelle knew she should answer, but they were already on their way. She put her phone back into her pocket and rested her head on Simon's shoulder.

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Clary ran for the door as a zombie squeezed in. Before anything else, she slammed against the bulging door. She punched the Walker in the jaw. It growled and backed off a little bit. She struggled to close the door all the way. The walking corpse was heading towards her again.

Breathing heavily, she grunted and kicked the zombie in the face. The door opened a little more and arms were stretching from the outside. While the corpse was recovering she used all of her strength to shut the door. Before she had a chance to blink, she locked the door. Hands were reaching for her from the shattered window.

The zombie reached out for Clary's face as she shoved him against the wall by his head. The head punched a hole in the wall as the corpse flailed its arms. Clary quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

When she turned back, the zombie was already entering the kitchen. She screamed and charged for the monster. The zombie opened its arms as she went into them. She plunged the knife into its forehead. Blood splattered onto its face and her arm. As the corpse went down, she backed away. She stared at it for a while.

She couldn't believe it. She actually killed her first Walker by herself! Clary actually laughed.

Then she turned to the mirror and saw her reflection. Blood stained parts of her face and arms. Her clothes were ripped on the sleeves.

She looked like a zombie herself.

Then she heard a voice call for her.

"Clary!" She wiped the blood on the dead person's shirt. She frowned at the idea that the man was once a human. She gulped and headed for the door.

She unlocked it and was attacked by a frightened Jace. "By the Angel, Clary you're okay." She let him embrace her. He kissed her and pulled back, his hands cupping her face. "We need to leave."

Clary nodded and grabbed her things. She took Jace's hand and ran outside. There were a few dead corpses on the lawn. She abruptly stopped and looked at her home.

It wasn't like it had been before. The windows were shattered and there were bloody hand marks on the door. Guts were spilled onto the porch with dead people lying around them. This may be the last time I ever see my house again. And it's already ruined.

Her eyes watered as Jace turned her around and headed towards the car. Jace put her bag into the trunk and opened the door for her. She stepped in and Jace slid in after her. Clary saw everyone else slightly covered in blood, indicating that they helped kill the corpses. Jace shut the door and Robert started the engine. She watched her bloody house, her own home, grow smaller as Robert sped down the road. Clary buried her head into Jace's shoulder as he held her tightly.

"Good-bye." She whispered as a tear spilled down her cheek.

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Oh yeahhh! Chapter eleven! So I managed to get some action into this chapter ^^ (go guts!) If you guys never heard of the term 'Walkers', then you should watch the Walking Dead (which I do not own)…obviously. I've been hearing about this new film called Paranorman which was created by the same person who made Coraline (which I do not own either). There's gonna be some zombies in it, so….ya. Review for me if you're a good person :3

~Beanie Wayland