Lucifer Carrison
Living in the suburbs in New York wasn't the smartest idea, especially before the genetic mishap. My wife always wanted to though, so, reluctantly, I moved with her. We moved into a small house down the street from her new job, a movie director. But, of course, she would always be on the move. So mostly I would be alone in our new house. This week, she was in San Francisco.
I needed to find a job and climbed into our new red mustang and drove to New York. On one of the streets, that is supposed to be busy, no one is in sight. Papers were flying around. Nothing was adding up. Car doors were left open and sirens to an ambulance were still running. I glanced left and right looking for people. No one was to be seen.
My heart rate is going up and finally I see one person. But they are running with their faces full of fear. I put my car in park and opened my door.
"What's going on here? Where is everyone?" I asked. The man looked at me.
"You don't know?"
"What are you talking about?" I questioned.
"If you'll take me out of the city, I will explain." he said starting towards my car.
I nodded and he climbed in the passenger side.
"A child, by the name of Claithis, was born without a certain gene. This gene would keep him alive. But as soon as he was born without it, more people were giving birth to babies without this gene. They grow into adults those children. But, soon, when they were older, they stopped developing and started to rot. And this was the beginning. Soon they wanted to eat humans. This is the way our world is now. They have started eating New York. Please take me out of this filthy town." He said shaking his head in disgust. Peering at him closely, he was a child. Not much older than eighteen. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days, if not weeks.
"What's your name?" I asked him softly.
"Drexel." He said looking out the front window.
"Well, I am going to go home and pack some things for me and my wife. Do you want to come with and get something to eat? Maybe some new clothes?" I asked. He nodded and I pulled into my driveway.
We climbed out of the car and he followed me in the house. I grabbed a suitcase from our closet and packed some clothes. I packed most of the necessities and made a bunch of non-rotting food for the three of us. Drexel and I made a game plan. We would go pick up Gracie from her movie shoot. And we would go to the nearest air port. We would fly to Paris in France and escape to the outer regions of France. We grabbed Gracie's gun and loaded it. Driving to the nearest store, which was deserted, we grabbed another suitcase and started getting Drexel clothes. We grabbed guns from the weapons area and a couple of knives each. We mapped out how to get to Gracie, the airport and where we would live in France.
I told Drexel about my life and about my wife on the way to San Francisco. Soon, Drexel was telling me about what his family was like. He told me that they had been eaten and turned, they were zombies. He told me about all of this, tears streaming down both of our faces.
We neared San Francisco and we went silent. The streets were empty, meaning that the 'virus' had spread to here. But the entire way here, the small towns were full of life. I turned the corner and parked the car. This is the address she had sent me a couple days ago. We climbed out of the car at Grey's company. I open the lobby door and something grabbed my shoulders.