Disclaimers: They aren't mine. You know that, I know that.why do I even
waste my time clarifying that? You aren't stupid...
Notes: I Didn´t pass maths and i hate the world. Life sucks so... Please tell me you like this....because I´ll be gone soon and then you won´t get anything from me in like three months.
~text~ means flashback 'text' means inner toughts
Nicole Rayeer, or Nicky, as she was better known, stared in front of her at the screen,she wore a black tank-top and dark blue jeans, barefoot and with her wet hair in a drenched bride. Just the way she liked it to be.
She had been staring at the screen of her computer, hoping that for some kind of miracle she would recieve a mail from her best friend, thing that hadn´t happened since she had been thirteen.
She was now sixteen and still waited his best and only real friend would send her a new mail.
But she had never doubted he would still answer her last one. Sh just needed to be patient and wait. And pretend to be who she wasnt.
Sane.
She had been staring to the screen when suddenly there was a sound in the backyard, and Nicky´s eyes darted in the direction of her window, tempted to go there.
'If you go, they´ll know you are here.' Said a voice. Nicky nooded and didn´t moved. There was no-one else in her room.
Nicky could hear voices. The voices were nice to her. They didn´t made an exactly entretaining chat group, but gave her good advices. Like when she was eleven and had been eating ice and the cube had gotten struck in her throat chocking her. They had told her then not to panick and wait a few seconds for the ice to melt, and it had been easy to swallow it after it did. Or when she was twelve and her younger sister Lisa had gotten lost in the elevator, and both her parents had panicked and run off, they had told her to watch the elvator and see wich floor did it stopped in, then go and look for her. Or when she had been five and they had told her to stop telling people about them, because otherwise she´d be sent to the crazy house for girls just like Her Best Friend.
There was a crash downstairs and suddenly her mother screamed. She could see in her mind´s eye how she dropped the dishes she was washing as what she imagined to be a residentevil zombie-like creature jumped over her and started biting.
"Trish? TRISH! Lisa, quick! Go to your sister´s room! "
There was the sound of rushing down the stairs and then loads of noise. Her thirteen year old sister opened the door to her room and rushed where she was.
"Nicks, mum and dad are downstairs and I think..." She stared at her sister, again struck by their ressemblance. Lisa was a younger version of Nicky with a slightly thinner nose, darker bron hair and lighter brown eyes.
She guessed she loved her sister.
Nicky got up, grabbed her by the wrist and picked up her black bag from next to her door. She knew what was going on. No matter how hard the media tried to hide things, no one could hide the truth from the all-mighty internet. Chain letters and forwards had sent her information tabout what had happened in a town a few miles away from hers. The town were the crazy house for boys his friedn resided in was. She had tried warning her parents, but after the fift speech of "worried-parents-about-antisocial- daughter-that-spends-too-much-time-in-computer" and "too-influenciable-by- TV-and-Games" she had given up.
So she did what she tought the voiced would tell her to do. She picked up her biggest packbag and put there some clothing, a few packs of cookies, her first aid kit, two flashlights, a compass, a map and put her mom´s swiss army knife in a string around her neck. She also had left her father's gun at a nearer place than the top shelves of the closet. Without making noise she quickly guided her slightly loudier whining sister to her parents bedroom, picked up the gun from the lowest shelf already knwiong there were only six bullets in there
Nicky was suddenly aware of the silence. Telling her sister to quit whining she closed her parent´s bedroom and opened the window. Their neighbours roof was quite inclined, at least in 75°. But Nicky had climbed it a few times back when she was little and freinds with their daughter before they moved out, and she instructed her sister to follow.
"Nick, i can´t, Nicky, please, call mum."
"but mum is dead, Lizzie..." said the brown haired girl. It struck her as odd saying that. Her mother had been a sickly person, but she had always hoped she would meet her grandchildren. Now she was downstairs,m being eaten by zombies. She wondered why didn´t she felt sadness.
'Because there´s nothing you can do about it. Now up, save your sister.'
She made a small jump landing in the slightly shorter house, caught her sister barely managing to keep her ground, and started climbing in her hands and knees, with her sister slowing her and difficulting the assention by clinging to her bag for dear lif,e but she refused to tell her to stop it. She woudl stop right there and then and don´t move.
"NICKY!!!" shrieked her sister as she felt her grip start dragging her backboards. The teen gripped a tile and stared down to see her own mother with blood-red eyes and foam forming at her mouth gripping her younger sister´s leg. She fripped the tile fiercly and grabbed her sister, yanking her as she shrieked her lungs out. Her mother was practivally in a V upside- down position, about to fall from the balcony and gripping her youngest daughter´s knee. She then started biting it.
Nicky froze as time seemed to stop.
Her sister´s hands gripped her pants as she screamed hysterically, but Nicky knew it was already too late. With her free hand she took from the slightly open bag in her chest the old-looking gun adn clicked the secure off. Lisa started convulsing.
"Lizzie?" said Nicky, amazed at how her voic seemed to be comming from far away, from another galaxy. Her sister´s crazy, dilated eyes fixed in her´s the last trace of humanity.
"I think I really do love you." She wanted to sy many things. Beingt he morbid half-crazed creature she was she had imagined her family's death many times, and what to tell to each ones of them. But she only had 15 seconds and they had already passed. She pointed at her sister´s forehead wishing she coudl kiss it instead and pulled the trigger.
The roar that came from the gun was ominous.
Sh watched in soem sort of detached amazement how her sister´s body lost all strenght and was dragged down by gravity, her mother hadn´t dropped her leg and she too fall the two stores down to their garden.
She blinked slowly, the hand gripping the gun trembling strongly due the shock that climbed her left arm envelopting it in numbness. She grabbed the gun with her right one in fear it would fall from the other one and packed the gun again, as she heard more moviment comming from her parents bedroom. She climbed up a few more meters and lifted the small window with ease, letting the bag fall inside the dusty attic.
Nicky looked up at the stars and the big round moon and wondered if this meant the apocalypsis had started.
AN: yeah...we introduce anew chracter... is anyoen out there wandring what happened with Zim?... after next xhapter you get to know what happened 28 days before all this!.
Notes: I Didn´t pass maths and i hate the world. Life sucks so... Please tell me you like this....because I´ll be gone soon and then you won´t get anything from me in like three months.
~text~ means flashback 'text' means inner toughts
Nicole Rayeer, or Nicky, as she was better known, stared in front of her at the screen,she wore a black tank-top and dark blue jeans, barefoot and with her wet hair in a drenched bride. Just the way she liked it to be.
She had been staring at the screen of her computer, hoping that for some kind of miracle she would recieve a mail from her best friend, thing that hadn´t happened since she had been thirteen.
She was now sixteen and still waited his best and only real friend would send her a new mail.
But she had never doubted he would still answer her last one. Sh just needed to be patient and wait. And pretend to be who she wasnt.
Sane.
She had been staring to the screen when suddenly there was a sound in the backyard, and Nicky´s eyes darted in the direction of her window, tempted to go there.
'If you go, they´ll know you are here.' Said a voice. Nicky nooded and didn´t moved. There was no-one else in her room.
Nicky could hear voices. The voices were nice to her. They didn´t made an exactly entretaining chat group, but gave her good advices. Like when she was eleven and had been eating ice and the cube had gotten struck in her throat chocking her. They had told her then not to panick and wait a few seconds for the ice to melt, and it had been easy to swallow it after it did. Or when she was twelve and her younger sister Lisa had gotten lost in the elevator, and both her parents had panicked and run off, they had told her to watch the elvator and see wich floor did it stopped in, then go and look for her. Or when she had been five and they had told her to stop telling people about them, because otherwise she´d be sent to the crazy house for girls just like Her Best Friend.
There was a crash downstairs and suddenly her mother screamed. She could see in her mind´s eye how she dropped the dishes she was washing as what she imagined to be a residentevil zombie-like creature jumped over her and started biting.
"Trish? TRISH! Lisa, quick! Go to your sister´s room! "
There was the sound of rushing down the stairs and then loads of noise. Her thirteen year old sister opened the door to her room and rushed where she was.
"Nicks, mum and dad are downstairs and I think..." She stared at her sister, again struck by their ressemblance. Lisa was a younger version of Nicky with a slightly thinner nose, darker bron hair and lighter brown eyes.
She guessed she loved her sister.
Nicky got up, grabbed her by the wrist and picked up her black bag from next to her door. She knew what was going on. No matter how hard the media tried to hide things, no one could hide the truth from the all-mighty internet. Chain letters and forwards had sent her information tabout what had happened in a town a few miles away from hers. The town were the crazy house for boys his friedn resided in was. She had tried warning her parents, but after the fift speech of "worried-parents-about-antisocial- daughter-that-spends-too-much-time-in-computer" and "too-influenciable-by- TV-and-Games" she had given up.
So she did what she tought the voiced would tell her to do. She picked up her biggest packbag and put there some clothing, a few packs of cookies, her first aid kit, two flashlights, a compass, a map and put her mom´s swiss army knife in a string around her neck. She also had left her father's gun at a nearer place than the top shelves of the closet. Without making noise she quickly guided her slightly loudier whining sister to her parents bedroom, picked up the gun from the lowest shelf already knwiong there were only six bullets in there
Nicky was suddenly aware of the silence. Telling her sister to quit whining she closed her parent´s bedroom and opened the window. Their neighbours roof was quite inclined, at least in 75°. But Nicky had climbed it a few times back when she was little and freinds with their daughter before they moved out, and she instructed her sister to follow.
"Nick, i can´t, Nicky, please, call mum."
"but mum is dead, Lizzie..." said the brown haired girl. It struck her as odd saying that. Her mother had been a sickly person, but she had always hoped she would meet her grandchildren. Now she was downstairs,m being eaten by zombies. She wondered why didn´t she felt sadness.
'Because there´s nothing you can do about it. Now up, save your sister.'
She made a small jump landing in the slightly shorter house, caught her sister barely managing to keep her ground, and started climbing in her hands and knees, with her sister slowing her and difficulting the assention by clinging to her bag for dear lif,e but she refused to tell her to stop it. She woudl stop right there and then and don´t move.
"NICKY!!!" shrieked her sister as she felt her grip start dragging her backboards. The teen gripped a tile and stared down to see her own mother with blood-red eyes and foam forming at her mouth gripping her younger sister´s leg. She fripped the tile fiercly and grabbed her sister, yanking her as she shrieked her lungs out. Her mother was practivally in a V upside- down position, about to fall from the balcony and gripping her youngest daughter´s knee. She then started biting it.
Nicky froze as time seemed to stop.
Her sister´s hands gripped her pants as she screamed hysterically, but Nicky knew it was already too late. With her free hand she took from the slightly open bag in her chest the old-looking gun adn clicked the secure off. Lisa started convulsing.
"Lizzie?" said Nicky, amazed at how her voic seemed to be comming from far away, from another galaxy. Her sister´s crazy, dilated eyes fixed in her´s the last trace of humanity.
"I think I really do love you." She wanted to sy many things. Beingt he morbid half-crazed creature she was she had imagined her family's death many times, and what to tell to each ones of them. But she only had 15 seconds and they had already passed. She pointed at her sister´s forehead wishing she coudl kiss it instead and pulled the trigger.
The roar that came from the gun was ominous.
Sh watched in soem sort of detached amazement how her sister´s body lost all strenght and was dragged down by gravity, her mother hadn´t dropped her leg and she too fall the two stores down to their garden.
She blinked slowly, the hand gripping the gun trembling strongly due the shock that climbed her left arm envelopting it in numbness. She grabbed the gun with her right one in fear it would fall from the other one and packed the gun again, as she heard more moviment comming from her parents bedroom. She climbed up a few more meters and lifted the small window with ease, letting the bag fall inside the dusty attic.
Nicky looked up at the stars and the big round moon and wondered if this meant the apocalypsis had started.
AN: yeah...we introduce anew chracter... is anyoen out there wandring what happened with Zim?... after next xhapter you get to know what happened 28 days before all this!.