Last Days

Midnight and Gavin was fighting sleep, but losing the battle. Within approximately three minutes, he was sound asleep. Virgil kept looking around the darkened room. He knew the door was locked, but the poor canine was still paranoid. He could hear footsteps on the bottom floor of the house. Virgil whimpered and averted his attention to the now snoring Gavin. He whimpered again and turned to stare at the door, his ears perking up with worry forming ridges of skin on the top of his head. The footsteps were coming up the stairs. Virgil cried one little whine and the fur on his neck, back, and tail started to ridge up.

Scratching was heard the next instant. Virgil bolted up and started barking vigorously causing Gavin to wake up from his peaceful slumber. "What is it boy?" Gavin asked absentmindedly and half asleep. Virgil barked again, only more of a yip this time. The dog went back to where Gavin was – in the corner of his bedroom. The scratching became louder and more persistent. Who – or whatever it was – aimed for the crack of the door most likely to pry it open. Moans could be heard from outside. Cautiously Gavin raised up just enough to see out the window. It was just as he thought; a horde of brainless zombies was marching towards his house. The scratching turned into beating as one of the outsiders busted down the unlocked front door. It was a little too late for Gavin to scold himself, but he couldn't worry about that now anyway. He had to think up a plan and quick! Before Virgil, him, and his plans of saving Emily from her current state were done for!

That's when it came to him. Gavin bent down to whisper his plan to the dog. Virgil's ears perked up as he was told what to do. They both ran toward the front door. Opening the locked door, they could see that Emily was knocked out on the floor like she was several hours before.

Virgil fought off the nonhuman beings as best as he could. He made a path for Gavin to be able to escape through the front door. Gavin took this opportunity and ran out with an unconscious Emily on his shoulders. Once his master was out, the canine retreated. Hordes and hordes of zombies were following close behind. Perspiration came down Gavin's face even though it was late October. His sweating was more out of panic than physical activity. Though he was in a thin pajama shirt and pants, the boy was perfectly content with the outside temperature.

Gavin had run at least two miles before he ran into his biggest problem. He was at the side of a train tunnel. There was no way Gavin could go around, under, or over the brick structure. Virgil caught up to where his master was. Looking around, the four-legged animal could see there was a small space that he could get away, but not his master. A loud thud was then heard. Virgil turned his head to see Gavin on the g round holding his neck. Emily slowly climbed off the quivering frame. The hand encircling Gavin's neck was turning a dark shade of red signifying that the flesh underneath it was bleeding. "V-Virgil if anything h-happens, just kill me and don't hesitate!

Virgil looked at his master as if he was crazy but he grew worried when Gavin was out cold. The zombies were at bay when Gavin's eyes closed.

Gavin's body rose, but Virgil could see that his eyes were no longer a sky blue – they were a beige color. His skin tone began to grow pale and his mouth curved up into a gruesome smile. Gavin walked toward Virgil with his hands outstretched. The only problem was: it wasn't in a friendly manner. Virgil backed up until he was cornered against the bricks.

Gavin – or what looked to be Gavin – was stopped by a pair of hands that appeared on his shoulders. Emily – or what looked to be Emily – stood by the Gavin-look-a-like's side as if they were a couple.

The two moved in on the helpless animal.

Virgil began to panic, but Gavin's last human words rang through his head. "Virgil whatever happens, kill me and don't hesitate!"

Poor Virgil couldn't help but think twice. He obeyed anyway. He lunged at his previous master, ripped out his heart, and destroyed the once beating muscle. Mercilessly, the same was done to Emily.

The woman's shrill screams took over the surrounding atmosphere as dawn broke over the horizon. The sun made its appearance and the cult of the un-being was demolished. Two bloody bodies lay there on the cold, hard ground.

Vapors from the corpses rose into the sky. Masculine and feminine laughter was heard as the gases fumed around with one another in a snake-like pattern. Why, these weren't gases at all! No sir, they were spirits! Gavin and Emily condensed into the clouds laughing and fooling around like any couple would.

Virgil looked left, looked right, and fidgeted around. He whimpered and took off into that space he was earlier. He had no master so he was a stray again.

A light caught Virgil's attention. Without thinking, he stopped and looked. In the next instant, there was a final high pitched yelp heard. Blood, guts, bones, and even a few organs busted apart as a train continued on its way to Bluefield, West Virginia to load up with coal to take all over the United States of America.

Gavin and Emily saw what happened to their friend. They will never be able to see Virgil again, for animals went to a different heaven. Others who had seen joined the couple in weeping.

A young read headed boy named Oliver ran up the hill and saw the blood stained ground. He stood there with quivering eyes in disbelief as it began to snow.