Volume 1: The beginning of the end
Summary: God promised the resurrection of the dead. No one knew what he had in mind until he showed us all.
Oh my god please be warned. There is a very detailed paragraph of violence. Skip the part if you're squeamish. It's the second paragraph and they are some other gory events in this chapter. I'm afraid I might have to up the rating…. It's already T ed…. This arrived earlier than I thought it would….
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"Get off her," the boy panics. He's on the verge of tears, shuddering. Everyone is paralyzed, glaring wide-eyed at the scene.
The thing is rotten to nothing, his skull poking out his frail body. It moans as he takes chucks after chunks of meat off the girl. A minute after the thing finishes its meal. It rises, already finding its next target.
"Get away, get away." The boy yells, his voice trembling with fear. The rotted corpse sinks its teeth into the boy trembling flesh, blood leaking from its mouth. He falls on the floor, beside his deceased partner.
Out of all the occupants of burger King, a customer is the first to recover from their shock state.
He pockets his white hands, hazy eyes staring coldly at the thing. He resurfaces his hands, a handgun accompanying it and aims it at the corpse.
"Get off him or I won't hesitate to shoot." He says, long brown bangs falling into his sight.
Snotlout was the second.
"Wow wow wow," he says, "You can't be serious to shoot that guy."
"Does it look like I'm making a joke here," the gunman barks. Snotlout remains silent.
"Back away from the boy or I'll shoot." the man says, his soft experienced voice easing the fear in the room.
"I said stop eating the boy face goddamn it!" the man yells, advancing towards the thing. It pays no attention to the screaming man; it's too busy savoring its meal.
The thing lazily stands, moaning and groaning and stumbles to the gunman.
"You can't do this," blurts Astrid.
"You're committing murder!" yells Snotlout. The teens' words fall on deaf ears.
Deep breathe, aim and pull.
The shot splits through the customers' ear drum, the bullet seeking its way into the thing's chest. It still stands.
"What the hell." Another shot, this time right at the heart and the same results.
"Stop it, stop it, you're hurting my child's ears," wails a lady, hunching over her child, palms covering the child's ears while blood freely seeps through her finger crease...
"BANG BANG!" The gunman is sweating, his hands shaking. What kind of creature is this? What kind of thing can survive four bullets?
"Of course," Hiccup whispers, his mind racing faster than a speeding bullet. "It has to be the head," Hiccup murmurs, mind in a trance.
"It has to be the head," Hiccups says, sprinting towards the gunman.
"Like a what? Like a-." The man's words are lost. Like a what? Rotten flesh? Dead eyes? Cannibalistic ways? Can take bullets after bullets? There is no mistaking it.
A shiver runs up each and every body's spine.
"Like a zombie," Hiccup finishes. Everyone gazes at Hiccup like if he had grown a second head.
"Watch out!" yells the man. Suddenly the thing lunges at Hiccup. It grabs Hiccup's shoulder. Hiccup lost his balance and he falls to the ground. The zombie repeatedly snaps its jaw as it gets closer to Hiccup's neck and even dangerously closer.
So this is it. This is the end of Hiccup's life.
"BOOM!" The zombie falls lifeless to Hiccup's body, how it should have stayed all along.
Hiccup breathes briskly, staring at the thing that could have ended his life. He throws it off his body, stands upright, and brushes the blood off his clothes.
"Uh- thank you I guess."
"Are you bitten, scratched, anything?" the man asks, eyes scanning Hiccup roughly.
"No, I'm not." Hiccup mumbles.
Hiccup glances to his colleagues.
"Well this is a sight for sore eyes." The teens stand transfix, eyes sparkling with terror. A moment of silence, and Hiccup fear they will forever be in shock.
"Is," starts Astrid.
"That," continues Ruffnut
"A," says Tuffnut.
"Zombie," ends Fishlegs.
"What do you think?" asks Hiccup.
"I'm not making any joke here Hiccup," snaps Astrid. She suddenly wishes she had shut her mouth as hurt flashes before her. He nods.
"Ok now that's done, we got to get out of here," says the man, checking his ammo count.
As if the dead were waiting for them to escape they slam their decomposing body onto the door, hammering with bloody hands. Two other join them.
"Back door," yells Hiccup. Everyone, now in their right minds, turns. But what greets them is a shocking sight. The woman is on the floor, cocooning her son in her arms, as the dead leisurely tear the flesh off her bones.
As the six routes their way to the back door, five other zombies emerge.
"Shit!" The man paces back and front, at lost for what to do.
They're trap, a horde of zombie hammering on the door and the next set stumbling to their backs.
"Shit! We're trap!" yells the man. "SHIT!"
"Not yet," Hiccup says. He bolts to a chair, clasping his long fingers on the edges. "Snotlout, help me with this." With the combine forces of Hiccup and Snotlout they manage to lift the chair. "Into the window." They heave the chair into the window.
The man is the first to react; he jumps over the window, which previously had the glass Hiccup and Snotlout smashed.
Always look before you leap. The man underestimates the dead. As he glances around his environment five pale hands grabs his jacket. What a juicy meal he made...
The man screams alert the teens how dangerous the world became. This crazy world that they have to spend their unfortunate life in will never be who it used too, never will they chill in the beach, or play a leisurely game of football, or enjoy parties, or cozy on the chair watching TV. No, everything from now and forever more will be dangerous; it's not any game anymore. There's only one life you can have. It's life or death.
Hiccup peeks outside. "It's clear." Hiccup jumps, out of Burger King and into the Zombie Apocalypse. The other teens soon follow. Suddenly, as Snotlout, the last to jump, was willing to jump, fingers clutch his meaty shoulders.
"No." yells Tuffnut. Snotlout elbows the dead in its head, turns and kicks it in the abdomen.
"Get off me you deceased motherf-."
"Come on Snotlout," yells an equally impatient and terrified Astrid.
"Wait," pleads a strained voice, sounding on the verge of death. The teens jerk their heads to the man.
"Take this," the man from the restaurant groans, tossing his gun with his only attached hand left. "Live, live to see another day."
And so Hiccup receives the gun, feeling a thrill of leadership overtaking him as the gun rest in his palms. As he stares a second at each teen, horror is written all over there oily faces. Though so is his, he is the one who brain processed an escape quickly in burger king. He is the one who had saved them all. If it wasn't for him, they would have been a meal for something. And like it or not, as they looks at him with lost eyes, he realizes he is the one who has to lead them in this hellish world.
Leadership is not asked, it is given to the one who has earned it.
"Come on, let's go," he orders, voice sounding firm, eyes staring ahead but mind amazed as each follows without a second hesitation.
He hates it His father is a leader. He never wants to be. But fate is cruel isn't it?
It is a cruel fate. Not only for him, but for the world and the people who had been eaten and turned. It is a cruel fate god send to man, turning the dead into the undead. It is a cruel fate for the world and its innocent eyes to witness.
But fate had always been cruel to the earthians who had walked this earth. But this cruel fate is beyond judgment. No one deserves this fate, not even the most hated sinned man alive deserves this.
God promised the resurrection of the dead, Hiccup didn't know he had this in mind…
He sprints, the other soon following. And so they run, run to live another day, another hour, another minute or another second. But in this cruel fated world, no one knows how much time they have. One wrong move and the dead can overwhelm you.
Live to fight another day or die and rise again. Either way, you'll still be back. But only one way is the right way.
But still, anything can go wrong in this cruel fate...
"Ahhhhh!" Hiccup swiftly points his gun to Astrid who had a zombie clutching her waist, barely holding it in bay.
"Shoot it Hiccup, shoot it!" she yells, her voice squeaky. Hiccup remains still, eyes wide and back presses against his Porsche as his shuddering hands holds the gun upright.
Deep breathes Hiccup, deep breathe. Just pull the trigger, you did this already. His hands commence shaking more, palms sweaty.
"What you waiting for, shot it!" yells Astrid, her strength depleting.
Hiccup is paralyzed. Why? Why can't he do it?
Astrid defense breaks. She screams as the thing inches closer to her vulnerable pale skin. Suddenly a rod impales the zombie head, blood splattering over Hiccup. Astrid savior heaves the rod out of the hole.
"Are you ok?" Snotlout asks, swabbing the blood off his new found killing tool. Astrid nods, too horrified to speak for she had nearly experienced death. She strides to Hiccup, pupils in another world. She halts at Hiccup ears.
"If you hesitate like that again, zombies aren't the only thing you'll have to look out for." she growls, voice dripping with malice. She climbs into the back seat, slamming the door behind her.
"What was that about?" Snotlout asks, his newfound respect for Hiccup vanishing in thin air. He claims the passenger seat, Hiccup slowly getting in the driver's seat. Still at daze, Hiccup turns the key and the six speeds into the world of danger...
I know a lot of you are gonna be mad I didn't make Hiccup shoot the gun but come on. Hiccup realistically won't fire a gun. He's too afraid. But still it was Astrid, and Hiccup will protect anyone who is in danger. But killing is not an option for Hiccup. But believe me, his opinion will change.
For no one is pure in the Zombie Apocalypse. But development need to happen…
Mostly a filler chapter. Next chapter will be intensifying. I mean really intensifying….
Next on HYTTD: The Zombie Apocalypse:
"I need to see them," Snotlout says, voice firm and deep.
"I need to see mine." Fishlegs blurts.
"And ours too," the twins chorus. Hiccup clutches the wheel has he makes a decision. Separation is not an option.
"Whatever happens, whatever we decide, we stick together." growls Hiccup.
II
"NO! No!" yells Snotlout, he falls to the knees, clasping a dead body.
II
"We need a place to go," says Hiccup.
"Where can we go?" asks Astrid, resting her head on his shoulder. Hiccup stares into the distance, no answer….
II
"They're everywhere!" yells Tuffnut. "They're everywhere." Zombies in the hundred stumbles to their camp, their stomach hungry for flesh…..