Chapter 7: Flashback part 2

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As the two friends raced towards the neighborehood Wal-Mart, they stayed, for the most part, silent, both of them submurged in their own thoughts. Then, Gazzette pulled up infront of a perfect example of money. The house was a three story victorian, with three chimmneys and a tower. Gent looked questionaly at her driving companion.They didn't know anyone with that much money, did they? After a few seconds, she looked at the front of the house and at the mailbox.

"Nostrum"

Read the box, and Gent gasped. That was the last name of Gazzettes old friend. The one that had became a recluse. As she thought this through, Gazzette unblukled her seat belt and opened the door. Gent moved to follow her movements but was stopped with a glance from her friend. There was now need for words with eyes like Gazzy's. The look she sent to her friend had in it emotions of pain and fear and hope. With that glance, Gent knew that Gazzette had to do this on her own.

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Jensy had been Gazzettes first friend when she first moved to Suffolk, untill 2 year ago. That was about the time Jensy had started to get sick. According to the doctors, Jensy (real name Cordenia) had develoiped a small case of the flu, but after a month, she was still hacking up mucus and vomiting at least 3 times a day. It wasn't untill she started coughing up blood that they found the tumour. It had been growing for an unknown amount of time on her lung and had been causing the illness. Luckily, it was begin and they could start procedgures to remove it right away. Unluckily though, it had taken over more then half the lung so they couldn't remove it. When Jensy started going in for cemo, she shut down. She refused any visitors and wouldn't even let Gazzy in. After 3 months of only letting Family, the two friends drifted apart.

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The walk up Jensys driveway was the hardest thing Gazzette could ever do. Even though it had been over a year since the tumour had been aradicated, Jensy still acted the part of a recluse. She wouldn't go back to school, as the cemo had caused all her hair to fall out, so her mom had started homeschooling her. That caused Jensy to have even less reason to venture to the outside world.

Gazzette had made it to the front door. She tried the door and found it locked. No suprize there. she thought as she got on her hands and knees. Even though it had been years since she had been to this house, she knew that Jensy's mom keep a spare key, and if memory served her right, it should be right under the biggest rock in the pile that was by the front door...She was right. She picked up the key and put it in the lock. As she opened the door, a rush of memories came over her mind. How many times had the two girls rushed through this very door after school to see who would get the first cookie from the plate that Jensys mom always had out waiting for them. She walked into the front room and looked around. It was exactly as she remembered it. Excepted, ofcourse, the last time she was here there wasn't a bunch of medical equipment sitting in the middle of the room. Moving through the hallway to get to the kitchen stairs, she noticed that all the pictures of Jensy and her (and trust me, she was in almost all of the pictures so it was no small portion) had been taken down off the wall. Instead, there were numorous paintings. Gazzette stopped in front of one she vagely recognized. Then, the memory hit her.

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"I'ts not real enough!" exclaimed Gazzette in art class.It was 3 years in the past and the two of them were in the 6th grade. The assignment for the day was to paint a place of comfort. Jensy servaied the picture over her friends shoulder. She shrugged and said it looked fine to her. Beautiful even. The picture showed a cafe as it would had looked in the early morning. The sun, while not shown in the picture, was making the huge picture window in the cafe sparkal like there were diamonds inbedded in the glass and the cafe looked so lifelike, it was like you could just walk through the front door and order a cappichino, before settling down observer le passage de temps.Gazzette looked to her friend and then back to the painting. Then, something clicked in her mind and she smiled. She turned to Jensy and said,"I was thinking of giving it to my mom. What do ya think?" She got the wanted reaction from her friend when she sighed and said that it would make a great gift.

The next day was Jensy's birthday and everyone came out to celebrate with her. When Gazzette got there though, she carried no present. When it came time to open the presents, there was still no present from her friend. Jensy was feeling a bit miffed at the thought of Gazzette forgeting it was her birthday and not getting her a gift. She then announced that the girls were going to go up to her room in the tower for some private fun. When all the girls got to the room though, Jensy regreted all the thoughts that she had about Gazzette forgetting her present. There, on the wall above her desk, was the painting.

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As Gazzette went through the house, many memories hit her like the one about the painting. The living room, how many times had Jensy ended up hinding behind Gazzette girth whent they were watching a scary movie? How many times had Jensy complained about Gazzys choice of movie, yet always ended up as obsessed as Gazzette by the end of it? That question "How many...?", ended up in Gazzettes mind alot walking through her friends house. After looking at the first two floors, they turned up empty, though the back door had been opened and there were signs of zombies being in the house, she only had the tower to search. She went up the many steps of the tower stony faced, not leting herself be emotional. But when she finaly made it up the steps to the door, she braced herself for the worst, and opened the door.

The room was also filled with medical equipment and not much else. There was a bed, a bookself and a desk. Gazzette went over to the desk and pulled out the chair. There was a Windows program on the bar at the bottom of the screen and she used the mouse to bring it up.

"8/25/06

Diary,

Something weird is going on. I heard on the news that an abnormal amount of bodys with their heads blown off have been found. They say that it's probly the work of a serial killer. I say that thats bullsht. If Gazzette was here, I bet that she would take out her Guide and say that that is the third sign that zombies are starting to take over. "

There was another entire after it for the day before.

"8/28/06

Something is happening. Since early this morning, I've documented over 80 people walking in the street, most of them missing parts of their body. Even though I've heard moving around downstairs, my parents have'nt been up to cheak on me and they usualy do that every morning. It's now 9 am and I'm thinking about going downstairs.

I've just came from down stairs and I think that the Gazzette in my head is right about the zombie invasion. My parents were trapped in their bedroom, moaning and scraching at the door, so I opened the back door, then their door, and I hope they find their way out. I'll have to get to a safer location. I can't very well stay in my room with no food, water, or way to defend my self. I'm thinking of how to get out of the house and not be eaten. Maybe, if I find the keys, I could take the car...

It suddenly ended and Gazzette left the room.

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Back in the car, Gent sat, waiting for her friend to come back and was just about to honk so she would hurry up, when she suddenly appeared at the door. She got in the car and started going again.