A/N: before you read this i advise you to keep in mind that i wrote the this ("this" being the first chapter not the whole story) about a year and a half ago. also, OCs still wanted.
DISCLAIMER: i do not own the walking dead, resident evil, or HOTD
Chapter one:
I was in my room, waiting for dinner when I heard it. a scream of absolute shock, the kind of scream that you hear when someone wins a huge lottery or sweepstakes. it was so happy, so delightful that I grinned myself. It was a scream only my sister Haley could produce. Haley was seven year old and easily the most hilarious child the world has ever seen. Factoring in the pouty lips, red cheeks, and habit of saying whatever was on her mind she was incredibly funny. I already knew what the commotion was about, but I went down anyway.
There, in the living room stood my slack jawed father Jonathan Abrams, my crying mother Lauren in his arms, and my squealing sister. All were gaping at the door like someone let the president in. the man at the door was Chris, my older brother, back from his tour in Afghanistan. The return was a surprise, one that Chris and I both planned two weeks earlier. He was supposed to come home a month from now. But because of the retreating Taliban forces, they let him take early leave. I ran to give him a hug when he struck. it was a fast jab, hard to block without training, luckily I had that training. I sidestepped the punch and threw one of my own. He caught it easily and tried for a kick, which I blocked and followed up with two body shots, both of which hit their mark perfectly. They didn't faze him a bit, but that stopped the tussle. He seized me up with those green eyes of his, a grin forming on his face.
"Looks like someone\rquote s been hitting the bag while I was gone. Well, you've still got a long way to go till you're ready to take me on, Terry." He said.
"Well the way I figure it, all I have to do is work at it till you get shot, then I'll take you out." I replied with a malicious grin.
"Even if I do get shot I'll still be able to wipe the floor with you." he said, pulling me into a rough embrace, during which I kneed him in the stomach and put him in a headlock.
"Ahem" my father has regained his composure and announced his disapproval, but even he couldn't keep the smile from his face. He was used to us horsing around, and on some occasions he would even root for me, but mom was standing there waiting. I stepped aside as she rushed to greet him with a bear hug even my brother couldn't quite free himself from.
"Well as it turns out I have some gifts for you guys." he said grinning. he walked back out and when he returned he brought with him two large duffle bags. For me, he brought a ceremonial knife from his tour, a knife whose owner tried to kill him. Needless to say that I loved it.
For my father, he brought back a pistol so heavily engraved that it looked almost fake. For my mother he brought a signed book from an author that she absolutely loved. And for Haley, he brought back a necklace that looked like it was crafted with pure gold, which as it turned out was. The necklace earned him another one of annie\rquote s supersonic squeals.
"So, are we going to eat some dinner or what, because if I have to eat another MRE l swear ill kill myself." and so dinner commenced as planned with some great company.
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We sat and talked for what seemed like hours about Chris's tour and all his crazy near-death experiences, most of which were received with admonishment from my mother. My dad said very little, but if you looked him in the eyes, there was no mistaking the pride that they held. pride for his sons, for his wife, and for his daughter.
just as my brother rounded up one of his stories it happened. A sound like a piece of meat hitting a cutting board emanated from the front door. It was so unexpected that all of us were frozen in place. It sounded again.
"Well, let's see what that is shall we." said my father as he stood.
"Let me come with you." said my brother
"That all right son, you've done enough. Besides, it's probably some stupid kids playing a prank." he responded
And then we heard the scream. It was the polar opposite of Haley's breathy squeal of happiness and childhood wonderment. This was a scream of terror, of gut wrenching fear and pain. It was abruptly cut off, like someone flipped a switch. my brother got up after that.
"Terrance, Haley, stay here" my father said, then he points a finger at Chris "you, come with me and bring your gun." after that dad went to his safe, put in the combination, and removed a gleaming colt forty-five and waited for Chris.
"Let me come with you" I asked.
"NO!" they both said simultaneously
"but-" I started to say
"no buts, if things go south and you're in the way you could get hurt" said dad
"i'm not a kid anymore, I can handle myself!" I shot back.
"which is why if anything happens, we need you here. What if theres some asshole out there and he takes us out?" chris asked "who's gonna protect mom and Haley? Face it, if we get hurt, mom and annie would be in danger, is that what you want?"
"n-" i started, but he cut me off again
"i didnt think so" he said "so, take this and stay here" he handed me a gun from out of dads safe. a old school single action 44. magnum. then he walks towards the door with dad in tow.
he looks over his shoulder. "if we take more than thirty minutes, call the cops." he said as he opened the door…..and a man tumbled in.
"whoa, steady there. what's wrong?" dad asked rushing to the man's side
the man only grunted in reply.
"oh god john, he's bleeding" exclaimed my mother "terrance, call an ambulance!"
"on it " I said walking towards the kitchen. as i start to dial, I hear my father talking to the man.
"are you ok, what happened." he asked checking the source of the bleeding, a bloody bite mark.
again the man only grunts in ripley.
"then maybe you can tell me your name" dad prodded while pressing a shirt to the wound
by this time, I have already called and went through the situation with the receptionist. I walk back into the room just as the man suddenly looks straight at my dad.
and then he bites him.
"WHAT THE HELL!" my dad exclaimed as he prys his arm from the mans mouth. once freed he quickly backs up and draws a pistol.
"what was that for, you crazy bastard!" he demands
the man slowly stumbles to his feet and starts to shuffle toward mom.
"back off" I say raising my revolver, but he just shuffled on
"i said get back" i said motioning my gun towards the door, yet still he advances. chris has also raised his pistol, a sleek barreta nine millimeter, and and takes an intimidating step forward.
" you should listen to the kid" he says " I would hate to see you get shot"
the man shifts his attention towards me and starts to walk.
"are you deaf, back the hell up" said dad regaining his wits.
but still he walks and with no signs of stopping. all the sudden a shot rings out as a plume of blood flies out of the mans chest and sprays all over me. the man falls to the ground dead. standing a few feet away from him is dad with his smoking gun in hand.
"im sorry but I had to." he says, almost to himself. "im so sorry." and then he collapses into a heap on the floor.
"DAD" yells annie as she runs towards him. then the dead man grabs her ankle and drags her down.
"HALEY!" I yell as I run to the man, and try to force him to let go. he holds on like his hand are made of steel. I kick and punch him like i mean to bash his brain in, but he just won't let up. I did the only thing that came to mind, I took my gun, put it to his head, and pulled the trigger.
the only thing that I thought was "she's safe, she's okay." then my mind went back to what I just did. the thought of it made me throw up. as soon as I recovered, I sat and stared at the man, I just couldn't keep my eyes off him. I killed him. I killed a man. shot him in the head. only a few minutes later did i realize I was crying.
At some point Chris roused me from my daze and told me to get up. I did as I was told, nothing more than a mindless puppet.
"go outside with mom and Haley." he said quietly, almost gently. again I followed his instructions without hesitation, anything to keep my mind off of what I had just done. the fact that I just shot a man.
"find somewhere safe to hide, a friends house, just go. if you get attacked, use the gun." he instructed. after a moment of steady breathing I found my voice.
"why?" I asked, my voice nasally and constricted.
"I wish I knew, but right now you have to go, i'll catch up with you later." he said, his face scared beyond reason.
"why can't we stay together?" I asked like a pouting four year old.
"because me and dad have something to take care of and I need you to protect mom and Haley. please." he asked, the pleading in his voice was so sad, so forlorn that I had to accept.
"ok, but if you don't come back, i'll be pissed." I brought out a bit of a smile.
"good, i'll catch you later." he said walking back into the house
"come on mom, haley, were going to Sara's house. she'll let us stay there for a while." and I started walking, mom and annie following without a word.
We walked over to the car, a 2012 honda, and all got in. I got in the drivers side, my mother practically catatonic. haley, used to it, sat in the back like normal. I turned on the car and started to pull out of the driveway. once we got out I proceeded to drive down to the end of the street. just before I turned i heard a gunshot. I forced myself to keep going.
A/N well there you have it. the end of the first chapter. I wonder what happens next.