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O/c= Elizabeth
Every monster that ever lived had became humans. Every angel and every demon has fallen the same fate, being stuck on Earth as a human during a God-forsaken time. God had left, not hiding anywhere on Earth but he's gone and Amara is imprisioned again.
It has started a few days ago. That was the same time God had taken off, and apparently, His going away present was a freaking world-wide virus that turned people into zombies. People get sick, they die, they wake up as a flesh eating monster. It was a good thing her family knew how to handle themselves with a weapon. Dean was fourteen years old than Elizabeth, Sam was a little over ten years so their expertise on how to survive was passed to her and Adam. Adam was closer to her age, she could relate to him on a certain scale. Angels and demons were scattered every where on the planet, luckily Castiel was with them when everything happened. Michael, Gabriel, Lucifer, Raphael, Balthazar, Anael were the six that they actually knew landed in the States somewhere.
Adam, Dean, Sam and Castiel were out, leaving Elizabeth at their four bedroom home to get their things together. Elizabeth was putting bags in the living room, keeping track of what she was packing. She had packed clothes and hygenics for everyone- their father's journal was in Dean's bag; a complete and full stock of the first aid kit; batteries, flashlights, any ammo and guns that they still have; bags of can food, cereal, water. It seemed like a lot but one can never know, especially now.
The world was going to shit. She had the news on while she was packing, she heard the people from CNN saying that the CDC wasn't sure of what the hell was going on, the military was setting up safe zones at their bases, schools and hospitals.
"Liz!" It was Dean. She turned around to see Dean rush in with the others behind him, he was holding a shotgun. He looked at the bags that she already packed. "You packed faster than I ever will."
"What's it like out there?" she asked.
Castiel squirmed his way past the three male Winchesters. "It's getting worse." Elizabeth had just noticed the plastic bag that Cas was holding. "I got more first aid supplies. Some of those powdered stuff that makes ice tea and juice."
"We got four jugs of gasoline, too," Adam added. "Every gas station is packed."
Elizabeth nodded. She heard Sam say something before going back outside to retrieve the four jugs, just in case someone managed to break into their car and steal them. Once he was back inside with them, Dean locked up the front door. Every window was bolted, same with the doors. The front door was completely bolted down before dusk, that's when the activity seems to pick up. It was four in the afternoon, the four males have been out all day, trying to get their own supplies and more gasoline. No one was allowed to leave the house alone, if a few of them went they had to be back before dusk. She had been out a few times, she saw what it was like. People panicking, people getting bit or scratched or eaten.
"We'll pack everything in tomorrow," Dean said, putting the gun down near the television. "I'm making some sandwiches." He went to the kitchen.
Sam put the jugs down by the front door, then made his way to the bathroom. Adam and Castiel joined Elizabeth sitting on the couch, watching the television. They showed images of the zombie attackes from around the world, the most populated countries were hit the hardest, just like the most populated cities in every country. Sam had reappeared to join them, sitting on the chair that faced the dining room.
"I made peanut butter and jam sandwiches," Dean announced as he carried a plate full of sandwiches. "Peanut butter and grape jelly for Cas." He put the plate down on the table before sitting down on the floor beside his boyfriend.
They each took their sandwich, eating them in silence. They haven't eaten any full on meals within a week, when this all happened they cooked up whatever mat they had in their fridge. When it hit five o'clock, the television was turned off, anything that made noise was turned off. Castiel and Dean had went upstairs for alone time, Sam pulled out a book to read, Adam had the first watch so he decided to get some sleep until it was actually night, Elizabeth opened her bag, pulling out a huge wooden book that Balthazar had given her for her birthday the year before, he knew that she liked to write.
Wednesday, April 16th, 2011
[Elizabeth's entry]
The virus that God had released upon the world is getting worse by the minute. This is the first time I'm writing in this and it has to be during when the world ends. Feels ironic. Every monster, angel and demon are completely human; angels and demons are scattered everywhere on Earth, we have no idea where they are. Castiel was with us when everything happened, much to Dean's relief. Michael, Adam's boyfriend, location is unknown; Gabriel, Sam's boyfriend, location is unknown... in short story, the locations for all is unknown.
Everything is all packed up. We are leaving our home tomorrow, the best guess is that we are doing that in the morning. Most populated countries or cities are being hit the hardest, they haven't said anything about where it would be safe. It wouldn't matter, no where is safe.
Balthazar gave me this to write in and I do think I am going to record anything and everything I can. Also let the others use this if they feel the need to express themselves.
Dean Winchester=alive
Sam Winchester= alive
Castiel= alive
Adam Millighan= alive
Elizabeth Winchester= alive
Rowena= unknown
Charlie= unknown
Jody= unknown
Bobby Singer= unknown
Crowley= unknown
Michael= unknown
Lucifer= unknown
Gabriel= unknown
Balthazar= unknown
Anael= unknown
Raphael= unknown
She closed her book, putting it back in her bag. She did hope that all of the other names she put down are safe, that they were protecting themselves and each other if they were actually together. She took the dish back to the kitchen, placed it in the sink, there wasn't any point in washing it. She looked out the window, the part that was still available from the wood that Dean used to barricade. It was dark out, she could hear noises, the moans from zombies, humans panicking. She went back to the living room, Adam had woken up from his quick nap. He had his gun in his hand as he stared out the window, Sam had taken the spot on the couch. He was the second watch, then Dean, Liz and Cas. Sam was already resting on the couch.
"Best if you get some sleep," Adam said.
Elizabeth nodded. She went upstairs to her room which was beside Dean's and Castiel's room. Their door was open, she ignored it and went straight to her room. It was a nightly thing in the family that they said 'good night' to each other before they went to bed, it was something mom did. She pulled down the covers and climbed into bed, she could hear the snarls from the dead creatures, it was actually pretty scary. She scoffed, her family had hunted demons, vampires and ones that were much worse. She pulled the blankets above her head and tried to get some sleep.
Two hours went by, Adam kept walking around downstairs, checking out each window. Every time he heard a noise, he gripped his shotgun tighter. He couldn't help but think about Michael, his boyfriend was somewhere in the States. The cellphone towers just went down an hour ago, there was a good chance everything else went down as well. He sat on the steps that faced the front door. With all the shit ass times that him and Michael went through when God was still here and hidden, though they did have good times. He heard a car alarm go off, which startled him, there was several screams that followed. He jumped up from his spot, as he quietly made his way over to the living room window the check it. What was going on outside had woken Sam up. Sam watched Adam go to the window, deciding that he was going to join him. A neighbour from across the street, the entire family didn't like the Winchester's for some odd reason, was getting surrounded by the zombies. A man in his fifties, an alocholic as the entire knew him to be was fighting off the zombies with a knife; his wife, there was always something off about her, was screaming causing more zombies to come towards them; an their teenage children, well, they were worse than the parents. One teenage was fighting with the dad, one was being eaten and one just got bit.
"What's happening?" Dean asked.
Adam looked towards the stairs. Dean, Castiel and Allison were all wide awake, holding their guns. "Neighbour is being attacked."
Dean went over to take a look.
"I'm up now," Sam said. "I'll start my shift. Go get some sleep, Adam."
Adam nodded. He wasn't sure if he could get any sleep nor if he wanted to go upstairs just in case something happened and Sam would be the only one downstairs. "I- I think we should sleep down here," he said, causing the older Winchesters to look at him. "It'll be easier."
"He's right," Castiel said.
Dean nodded. "Liz, grab the pillows and blankets. Cas, come help me." With that, the three of them went back upstairs. Dean and Castiel brought down two mattresses, they moved the couches and put the mattresses in their spot, side to side. Elizabeth just tossed the blankets and pillows on them. Dean and Castiel took the one that was closer to the window, Elizabeth and Adam took the other. Dean looked at Sam. "Wake me up when you need to switch."
"I will."
Dean laid down, wrapping his arms around Castiel. Elizabeth and Adam instantly went to sleep despite the noises coming from outside.
Dean: Zombies? Really?
Me: Yes
Dean: I want to fight zombies. Wake me up so I can kill them
Me: I'm telling the story