What's to Come
Chapter 1.
{Day#1,825 of Training}
"Get your lazy ass out of bed RIGHT NOW!" Rachel stumbled off of her bed and landed face-first on her bedroom floor with a heap. "Give me a HUNDRED PUSH-UPS!" Rachel's dad, Hiram, demanded loudly. Rachel, not in her right mind, just laid there, drifting back to sleep. "IS THIS HOW YOU'RE GOING TO ACT WHEN ZOMBIES BUST THROUGH YOUR DOOR!?" He was now kneeling his head closer to Rachel's, so when he yelled into her ear she jumped out of her skin and went right to doing push-ups as fast as a person could when just woken up. The poor girl only made it to 47, she was only ten for god sake. Hiram let it go, for now, deciding that she'll do better in the future.
"Ugg...I'm so tired." Soon they were in the basement, designed as a training room. Rachel has been learning all sorts of martial arts. Such as boxing, kickboxing, karate, jeet Kung do, etc. She's been working on Judo lately, unbalancing Tsukuri. She's practiced a lot and has mastered a lot of them, so she thinks she would do very well on this one. It was Rachel against Hiram. It was a little unfair to Rachel but she knew she could take him down. Hopefully.
She got into her fighting stance on the mat, feet separated, fist out, and determination written on her face. When Hiram sprang at her she performed a roundhouse kick to distract him, then grabbed him by the collar and right arm. With all her speed she turned around, squatted, and pulled. But he wouldn't budge. She tried again. "Come on old man. Go down already!" Hiram surprised Rachel by lifting her with the arm she had a hold of, "Whoa! What are you doing-Aaargh…"
Rachel now lays on the mat, looking like she was about to pass out. 'Did he just pull a reverse Tsukuri on me? Or whatever it's called. Oh god, no don't go into the light!'
{Day#1,855 of Traning}
"That's my girl!" A very excited LeRoy cheered after watching his daughter knee kick a boy in her karate class. "Hit him harder!" A couple of parent's heads turned to stare at him. It's not like he liked watching other kids get hit at, it's just watching his kid kicking ass is what every parent wants to see.
"Kiai! Aiya!" He went down again.
"Get off me girl!" the little boy shoved Rachel and contented to shout at her. "She cheated! I want a retry tomorrow! Not with a girl! Come on Mommy let's go." Rachel had to stifle a giggle when she received her trophy.
"Rachel, don't let that boy get to you. He's just-"
"Oh, I know Daddy. He's mad because he got beat by a girl." this time she couldn't hold in the snort. "What a baby!" Hiram shakes his head with a smile.
{Day#1 of School}
"Got your water bottle?" She nodded her head. "Phone?" Another nod. "What about your car keys, mace, jacket in case it gets cold, or you-"
"Daddy! You're going to give yourself a heart attack. Stop worrying. I have everything with me." Rachel calmed down Hiram and finished her breakfast.
"And you're sure? Even your knife in case-"
"In case it comes early, yes, of course, I have it. I'm not stupid."
"Well…"
Rachel dramatically gasped. "I can't believe you! How could you even-"
"I was joking! It was a joke!" He raised his hands in defense.
"Well, I don't find your joke very humorous. unless you want me to be late, I need to be on my way." Rachel nodded her goodbye, then grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
"Love you too baby girl!"
{Day#1}
I bolted out of bed at exactly 6:37 that morning due to loud screaming. I rushed out of my bedroom, down the stairs - ignoring the open door- and went right to the living room. When I peeked outside the window what I saw was- well what I saw wasn't all that surprising.
There were people either getting chased or torn apart by white-eyed monsters.
"I guess it already started." I said aloud and smirked to myself. You see my fathers are scientists and they kinda predicted this to happen-you know the 'Zombie Apocalypse'- when I was around the age of three, they trained me very well and this, for me, is going to be the most exciting thing ever. Like seriously for this to happen has been my dream since I was five. I'm sure every kid has imagined the outbreak.
I turned around and headed back to my room not paying any attention, going through a mental checklist. Weapons, food, flashlights, resour-
"Oof," I walked right into something large and stumbled backward. "What the-?" I looked up and gasped. Standing - or trying too- in front of me was LeRoy Berry. My Daddy, whose eyes were a blank milky white and had what I assume was blood pooling down his chin, dripping onto a shirt soaked entirely in crimson, with a snarl planted on his face. He was missing half his leg and a part of his face was chewed off.
I slowly backed away from him until my back hit the entertainment center, and I reached for the picture I knew was behind me. I was told to remain calm when necessary, so when LeRoy snapped his teeth and lunged for me, I took the picture frame above my head and whispered "Sorry, Daddy," and brought it down as fast I could manage. The sharp edge of the picture frame connected with his head with a nasty crunch, and he fell backward. I repeated this until I was sure he wasn't going to get back up. He would have wanted me to put him down.
As I was rushing to the closet in the hallway I passed the kitchen and noticed that my Daddy was in the middle of making my favorite meal, Vegan English Breakfast with Tofu Scramble. I scoff, and shake my head "So unfair."
When I reached the closet I dropped the bloody picture frame and opened the door, to reveal several large black duffel bags full of equipment, like guns and such. I grabbed as many as I could and walked to the huge garage that we had, trying to pick which one would be best for the Zombie Apocalypse. We are very wealthy people, with my Daddies being scientists and all, and so we had many cars to choose from. I picked the Chrome SUV because of the storage space it provides. I put the duffel bags in the trunk and went to get the rest including the one in my room full of the right clothing for something like this.
After everything was packed I went back to my room and changed out of my argyle and put on my army pants, a black button-up shirt with a leather hooded jacket, black combat boots, and fingerless leather gloves along with gun holsters wrapped around both thighs, and a knife in my right boot.
Rule #33: Swiss Army Knife
I tied my hair in a ponytail and grabbed my sniper that was hidden in my closet, and reached for my Sony A9 camera- my Dad's told me to document everything.
"This is going to be awesome." I told myself, and headed to my car, ready to kick some undead butt. Oh yeah, did I mention this wasn't supposed to occur for another month? I guess we all have to make changes in our plans.
40 minutes before the Zombie Apocalypse at Mckinley High…
"Britt-Britt for the last time, we are not going to New York just to see some musicals!" groaned a frustrated Latina.
"But San there's unicorns and duckies in it!" shouted an excited tall blonde.
"Can you two just shut up already? I have a headache from Coach Slyvester. That woman sure can yell." a tired HBIC known as Quinn Fabray said.
"Don't tell my Britt to shut up Tubbers or else," warned Santana. Quinn rolled her eyes at the weak comeback and mumbled a 'Whatever', but she couldn't help the smile that made its way on her face when she heard Santana finally agree to see the show.
"Oh, hey Kurt, Mercedes. What are you guys doing here this early?" Quinn asked the two school gossips that were headed their way.
"We were just going to the choir room to run through some numbers, Wanna join us?" Kurt asked.
"Ooh, can we San? Pleaseeee?" Brittany begged the raven-haired girl.
Santana knew how much her girlfriend loved to dance so she didn't want to disappoint her. Santana sighed, "Fine, we can join them."
Santana really didn't want to be around all the nerds right now but when Brittany squealed in delight and ran off to the direction of the choir room she figured a couple of hours can't hurt.
When they arrived most of the glee club was already there. Finn and Puck were having a 'Jam session' as they liked to call it, Brittany, Mike, and Sam were free dancing, Kurt and Mercedes joined Tina who was singing a Lady Gaga song, and Blaine and Artie were having a disagreement about Star Wars.
Quinn decided she was too tired to dance, or really do anything so she slowly walked up to Blaine and Artie, sat down beside Blaine, and casually joined their argument.
"How could you think that!" Blaine shrugged "Luke battled the evil Empire, and ended the tyranny of the Sith!" Artie exclaimed, getting very frustrated with Blaine.
"Yeah, well Boba Fett is the most feared bounty hunter in the whole galaxy, and he's so much better at fighting than Luke Skywalker!" Blaine defended himself.
"I agree Boba Fett can easily win, plus he learned combat at a very young age."
"See! Even Quinn thinks he can beat him!"
Artie just shook his head at both of them and wheeled away while Quinn giggled.
Santana was in the middle of twirling Brittany when suddenly people were screaming bloody murder.
"Helppp! They're eating each other!"
Everyone looked at each other suspiciously. Then Santana said what everyone else was thinking.
"What that fu-"
I know, I know it short but in my defense writing this on Google Docs makes it seem longer. It will get better I promise and keep in mind It's 2021 so this is an ongoing story. I will be trying to post every week, I don't know that much about Star Wars so don't judge me.
:)
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