Author's note: I wanna see if anyone can get the references I'm throwing in this.
Chapter 2: Charmed
The following file was written in English by an American girl, the file has been unedited. Date: March 10, 2009
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It's my turn now, I read Pyro's already and it was entirely honest on a lot of things, especially regarding what had happened. My name is Samantha, but everyone calls me Charmed because I love the TV show with that same name, Pyro calls me Sammy-chan as a pet name, but I've grown accustomed to him saying it in public. My parents had a huge fight a few years ago that resolved in a huge divorce, and as a result, I was sent to live in South America with my stepbrother ever since I was in 9th grade. Caracas was very different from D.C. many crimes were being committed daily, robberies, rapes, murders; all were as common as cars on the street or planes in the sky. This frightened me, so I usually spent my time inside, I usually did miss going outside, but I found writing in my time inside, and fell in love with it ever since. What caused Pyro and I to come and be together was simple, our mutual friend Megan (now known as Tezema) introduced us to each other. Pyro's a very strange boy; he usually doesn't like messing around unless he knows it's entirely safe. What drew me to him was simple; he showed me the beauty of the city. He always told me how dangerous it could be, but he taught me that there always was a lighter side to everything, even when so many terrible things were going on, he showed me another way. His little brother is like the one I have back in America, he's kind, goofy, and generally cares about everyone, he's similar to Pyro in many ways, but there's no way the two of them are exact copies. For one, Pyro listens to a lot of heavy metal whereas Angel prefers techno or soft rock, and for two, Angel doesn't like watching things burn, especially if he knows they're suffering. Dr. Salvador (called Mr. Sunshine) is a funny man, he's also very direct when it comes to being the doctor, and he won't do unnecessary things to us, because he respects Tezema and mine's privacy as girls. He always asks for permission to examine us and if we feel uncomfortable, he'll stop what he's doing. Most South American doctors usually aren't like that, but he did tell me he was from Spain, so I guess that solves that. I apologize for writing in English in South America, I know that Spanish and other languages like Portuguese and French are more dominant around here, but I'm not as proficient in writing the language as I am in speaking it, even though Pyro always fixes my sentences if I say something wrong. Advent and Kazu do scare me from time to time, but I know they are both very nice boys, Advent loves Tezema very dearly and always defends her, the fact that he also created my weapon made me like him more and fear him less. Kazu is also teaching everyone close-range combat, it may not be safe, but there's nothing else to turn to when the bullets, gas, and chemicals run out. As Pyro and I were driving, we were avoiding the infected one by one, we avoided as many as we could, even running over some of them. Despite the fact that they were infected, they still bled red. The blood splatter on the windshield had many organs, and there was no shortage of people trying to hijack us, to take the van for themselves, Pyro either shoved them off or beat them off with the bat if they managed to get in, I was still in shock with everything that was going on, and I didn't know how to go on at this moment, the entire city was infected, what happened to the rest of the world? What happened to my Dad, my Mom, my little brother? I was too scared to not speak to them, but when I tried calling her from my cell phone, all signals were dying slowly. I guess it was the result of the lack of input from the cell phone companies due to the infected attacks. Either way, Pyro and I were alone and driving home. We lived in the same apartment building; the entrance had been sealed off by the survivors at the bottom floor, Angel was the lookout when we came back, he then shouted
"My brother is back! Look! Rodrigo and Samantha have made it back!" The survivors opened the door and let us in, Pyro and I breathed heavily as we took it easy for the first time, and Pyro then turned to Angel and asked
"Kid, what happened to Mom, Dad, and Cristina?" Angel responded
"Mom and Dad are upstairs, Cristina left with Julian a while back, I don't know where they are, and they won't pick up the cell phones!" Pyro then responded to him
"Get Mom and Dad down here, I need to talk to them." Angel nodded and he went upstairs, the other survivors kept the door shut making sure none of the infected got in. I then held Pyro close and cried my eyes out, there was nothing else I could do at the time, and his warm embrace was the only relief I had felt since all this started an hour ago. Pyro then saw the TV was on and they were broadcasting, he summed it up for me, but it was clear from just the imagery what was going on. Every major city all over the world, Tokyo, Moscow, London, Brasilia, Mexico City, D.C., New York, and hundreds more were all infected and crawling with those monsters. The President had already left the white house with his cabinet to avoid getting killed. Hugo Chavez was fleeing to Havana, essentially abandoning his country that he was elected to protect. That incident confirmed that Chavez was a bastard, and more streets in Caracas were overflowing with criminals, infected, and survivors trying to run, looking for a place to hide, or fight. Pyro then looked at me and said
"Look, I know it looks terrible, but I promise you, we'll get through this, love, just trust me." There was nothing else I could do besides that at this moment, so I just held him in my arms. That would have been the only time I felt truly safe, wrapped in his arms and feeling his heartbeat. Pyro's parents came downstairs and they ran to hug him, he hugged them back and cried a little, Pyro then said to them
"We're getting out of here, come on, let's go!" Pyro's mom asked
"To where? Where could be possibly go?" Pyro responded
"The Caribbean, there aren't that many people in the smaller islands like Tobago, it's also a place where we can get fresh food and water without fear of being attacked by the infected." Angel then responded
"That sounds like a good idea to me!" Pyro's dad then said
"Then let's go, we won't last very long if we stay here anyway!" The other survivors opened the door and Pyro said to all of us as we were outside and there were none of them.
"Stay as quiet as possible, everyone… The infected react to sound, so that means no running, no screaming, and if we have to fight, we keep moving, the last thing we want is to be overwhelmed." Pyro then slowly walked with the bat, I didn't want to hold the gun anymore so I gave it to Angel, and he looked at it like it was a toy and pretended to shoot some of the infected passing by us… until he actually fired off a shot. He didn't hit any of them, so the bullet was wasted. Pyro then yelled out
"RUN!" The five of us moved as fast as we could towards the van, Pyro had managed to beat in many heads that were heading our way, and opened the van door, he then said
"Get in!" I ran in with angel first, Pyro's mom came in shortly after and Pyro's dad moved to turn on the van, as Pyro kept fighting them off, Pyro's dad noticed one heading behind him and he yelled out
"Rodri! Get out of the way!" Pyro's dad pushed him and made him get into the van where the driver's seat was. I yelled out
"Mr. Rossie! Look out!" But he couldn't hear me in time, one of the infected already bit his throat, Pyro's mom ran out screaming for him, but she was bitten, too. Angel then screamed out
"NOOO!" but I held him close as Pyro started the van and drove out of there, Angel and I cried together, Angel then said "I-it's all my fault… if I hadn't fired the gun… I… I…" I cried and responded
"No Gabriel, don't blame yourself… if I had never given you the gun… then… then…" Pyro growled and hit the brakes yelling out at the both of us
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU! GABRIEL AND MY PARENTS ARE DEAD AND IT'S NEITHER OF YOUR FAULTS!" Pyro cried out loud, sobbing even harder than the both of us, we both walked over to him and held him close, Pyro just held us both back and he said "The only person to blame is the one who caused all this… they're responsible for everything… don't ever blame yourselves for anything… ok?" Angel and I nodded and cried some more, Pyro still held us close. Soon after, Pyro then said
"We're going to find Megan and Miguel next… Sammy-chan, do you know where they are?" I nodded and responded
"Megan and Miguel are at Dr. Salvador's right now… she's been sick a lot and he's the one who drove her there." Pyro nodded and said
"Ok, Gabriel, you remember how to get to his office right? I haven't been there in a while." Angel nodded and said
"Y-yea… I know where it is…" he nodded and said
"All right then, let's go…" Pyro didn't want to blame anyone but the person who caused it, he didn't want to lose the two people closest to him over something like this… and right now, we were all that he had… and the situation was only getting worse…