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Dark World 8: Trust Is Earned
Chapter 2:
Hawaii's Story: What Happened To The Others.
Jennifer Aniston's POV February 17th, 2013
I helped Mrs. Conard place the dishes in the washing machine. It seemed silly to be organizing things, given the circumstances. After all there were zombies running a muck in the cities if not everywhere in the world. I wondered if everything was okay in Hawaii? Maybe I'd go there. It seemed separate enough from America to be okay. God, I hoped it was okay.
"So Ms. Aniston what brings you to Iowa?" She asked me.
"Just passing through." I smiled.
"That's nice," She placed a large pan in the machine.
I put the last few dishes in and heard them clank against each other. Mrs. Conard pulled the lid up and closed the machine up. She wiped her eyes a little and washed her hands. I threw my cleaning rag onto the counter and took a sip of the glass of water near me. Outside Mr. Conard was tending to a make-shift fence until we had to leave. They'd offered to have me stay for as long as I needed. They had plenty of supplies to feed us all. I told them that I'd take them with me when I left.
"I couldn't leave Luke if he came back," Mrs. Conard said during Breakfast.
The look in Mr. Conard's face when she said that made me realize he didn't think his son was going to be coming back anytime soon. In fact it almost seemed like he was against the fact of his son being alive and zombie free.
"Do you think the farm will last?" I asked.
"Oh I'm sure," She nodded.
I walked into their first floor living room and sat down on the couch. On the drawers and cabinets around me I saw picture of the family. Luke was fairly tall. He was around 6'1 and loomed over his girlfriend and family. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and sniffed. I felt like crying. Families would be killed because of this plague. People would turn into cold people eating monsters and kill anyone they met. It wouldn't matter their age, gender or race. It was all going to hell now. But if we hid well, then they would have to die soon. Wouldn't they?
Jason Batemen's POV February 18th, 2013
The first stop we made was in Reno, Nevada. It was pure chaos there and we had to make a quick exit. We drove for hours straight and eventually the car crashed down in the middle of a mountain range in New Mexico. Rihanna got out of the car and grabbed her bag. I tried to turn the engine on once more and gave up. It was useless.
"We need to get moving," she threw my bag at me.
"What? Are you crazy?" I watched her walk away from the car.
"It'll be dark soon. I saw a sign that said a town was near here. If we hurry we can get there in time."
"You're crazy!" I said.
She kept walking. I looked back at the dead car and made a decision to follow her into the mountains.
Emma Watson's POV February 18th, 2013.
In the late hours of the night, England was informed of the plague. It was now spread wide over the news. Flights had been cancelled and a disease outbreak center was opened in London. People were flooding out of the cities and to the safety of their homes. I stood in the now trashed park by the London Eye. Looking up at it, I thought how simple and delicate life is. A simple unbalance like this and the world flips over. Sure, a zombie plague hitting America is the worst possible thing that could have happened but it did. There wasn't a thing we could do about that. I heard that people in France and England were wanting to help but we had no means. If we went to North America it would surely be the end of those people. The only reports we got were scattered bits of news from Social Media and the president making speeches from their country. I looked down at my phone and clicked the YouTube symbol. It loaded up and the feed showed a video titled: Goodbye, for Now-From us to you.
I clicked on it.
"Hi," a woman with brown hair and fair skin said. She truly was very beautiful. I wondered if she was still alive. "If you are watching this then you know about the plague and how we are all probably going to die. I'm here with Tiffany, Chad, Alex, Jason, Meghan, Brittney, Whitney, Joey, Jon, Cat, Sawyer, Tessa and Shawna. We are the last of Los Angeles's surviving people. We are going to go out into the world and try to find safety."
I looked at the people behind her and tried to think of their lives. Their families that had loved them before all of this started.
"We will be vlogging to keep you updated." A boy with spiked hair said.
"We love you all and we hope you make it through this, please make it through this, and know we love you all and…" the girl started crying.
She left the camera and walked over to the boy who had talked. He was chewing on the end of a hat. I rolled my eyes and watched as several of the others started to say goodbye. The video ended and I scanned the comments. Several witty goodbyes were in there. I sighed and said goodbye to Missglammorazzi and thanked her for filling me in on what was happening overseas.
I hope you make it through this, Missglammorazzi, or whatever your real name is.
Chris Pine's POV February 19th, 2013
Piloting a plane wasn't as easy as I thought It would be. We were cruising over the Pacific and hoping Hawaii was in our reach. I didn't want the world to slip away and have us crash. It would be terrible if we survived a zombie plague and had to die from a plane crash. Emma and Steve were chatting in the back. They'd been through most of the alcoholic drinks on board now.
"Hey, Mr. Pilot!" Emma called.
"Mmh?" I looked back.
"You should like smile more, it's Friday!" she said.
"It's Tuesday and I don't think I can smile for a while." I looked back at the sea.
The visions of the stewardess haunted my mind.
"Party Pooper!" Emma cried.
"Yes, A ha!" Steve agreed and laughed.
I breathed out slowly and focused on landing this sucker. We were close to Hawaii according to the reading.
Taylor Swift's POV February 19th, 2013
"Would you be quiet! I'm trying to listen." Zac Efron told me.
I looked back at Ellen DeGeneres and sighed. Zac peered around the wall and saw the university ahead of us. A blonde woman ran into it screaming. Zombies were everywhere around this place. We needed a place to rest for the day until we could get back to Ellen's plane near Yale. We were going to surprise a girl named Quinn on Ellen's show. Only when we landed we found out it was zombie land. A travelling van informed us that it was started in Los Angeles. The world was just full of surprises.
"What do you think?" Ellen asked.
"I say we go for it." Kristen Steward said.
I looked at her.
She just happened to be in New Haven at the same time as us. So we teamed up with her on our journey to Hawaii. Reports said it was the only safe place to go.
Ellen and I nodded and Zac told us to go around back. So the four of us creped around the building and found the back door. YaleUniversity had been flooded with zombies in a short amount of time. Our pilot had got bitten and turned into one himself. One of us would have to figure out how to fly the plane.
"Come on," Zac ushered us inside.
Kristen, Ellen and I ran inside and heard him shut the door. I breathed out and looked around the dorm building. I heard a soft cry above us and slowly creped to the staircase. Zac held me back and walked up himself. I followed him and heard Ellen and Kristen look through the rest of the expansive building. The crying was emanating from a room down the left hall. The door opened and I froze. The same blond woman walked out wiping her tears. I saw her luggage read: Q. Fabray. This was the girl we were suppose to surprise. I held my breath confused on what to do. She walked down the other staircase and I heard her scream and a car start. I rushed to her bedroom window and saw her driving away. Where she would go I didn't know. I looked around her room and found a picture of her and her friends. Rachel Berry was the name of her friend that had gotten us into coming here. I looked at them together and a yearbook that read William McKinley High School 2008-2009. It must have been her Freshman year. I rested myself on her bed and sighed.
"What should we do?" Kristen asked.
"Go to the plane, it's our only choice." Ellen said.
"Yeah," Zac said.
I nodded and looked back out the window. Quinn's car was trailing dust up in the wake of her speeding. We did need to get back to the plane.
"We should rest today and then go tomorrow," I said.
"Agreed, we need the rest." Zac said.
His muscles flexed as he looked around uncomfortably. I looked down at the floorboards and thought about all the people that had been killed.
