Chapter Two
Fabian's P.O.V.
April 15, 2013 18 years young 10:15 (am)
I honestly don't know. Nina just needs to stay out of my business. She doesn't know what happened out there.
If she did maybe she'd drop it…
But that doesn't mean I'm going to tell her.
I'm not telling anyone.
We had to break some rules, We stole and killed a group for supplies. I didn't lie about the setting. The group was camped out in the store. They saw Amber and I and shot at us first. I suppose that'd be okay to tell someone: self defense. "They shot first". But that doesn't give us the right to shoot all of the members. There was a little girl in that group. We killed her. FOR FUCKING SUPPLIES.
You know, Amber doesn't even show guilt about this.
She laughed when we did it. Amber stabbed her in the stomach and laughed. I shot her in the head. She was going to die and turn if I didn't…
I...I'm not a monster…
But if I tell anyone...that's what they'll see me as. A monster.
"When can I come out of this attic, Fabian? I'm dying...I want to spend my last moments with people." Victor said weakly, choking on phlegm.
"I don't know. Eddie is the tyrant of the house. I have no leadership. I have no say. If I did, you'd never even be up here. This isn't how you should live, Victor. Why don't you just beat Eddie with your cane? HE DESERVES IT SO MUCH YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW." I yelled. Vitor squinted in pain.
"Quiet down, boy. My hearing is bad enough I don't need anymore hearing impediments from your explosive voice." Victor said.
"Sorry." I apologized.
"I can tell you enjoy Eddie's company." Victor said, coughing.
"Yeah, sure. I also enjoy fearing that I'm going to die every time I walk outside. Yes." I said. Victor laughed. Once he stopped, his face became serious. His wrinkles slowly growing longer and thicker.
"Now I know you said you have no leadership, but I know Eddie will at least listen to you. Tell him to let me out. At least for a day. Please, Fabian. I'm begging you." Victor pleaded. Tears were beginning to form in his dying eyes. He wheezed and coughed. I sighed.
"I'll see what I can do. But I'm not going to make you a promise. I don't make promises anymore." I said. I walked to the door and put my hand on the door knob.
"Especially ones I can't keep."
I remember when this was a school. I remember eating dinner at this table with the residents of Anubis House.
Alfie used to be so comedic and hyper.
"I'm not hungry. I'm gonna go out and kill the zombies by the fence." Alfie said stiffly, getting up.
I don't know what happens to people after the apocalypse. You just, change. Drastically.
Nina wouldn't make eye contact with me during dinner. She's mad. Obviously. I guess I don't blame her. I've become a real dick head haven't I?-
Scream.
A scream.
We all stood up.
"That sounds like Alfie." Willow said. Willow came to us after the apocalypse along with Oliver from Isis House. It was invaded with zombies. I believe they were the only two that got out alive.
Alfie fell in love with Willow the second she walked into our gates.
Bye bye, Amber.
"Okay, Jerome, Fabian, grab your weapons and come out with me. Nina, Amber, Patricia, watch our backs. Everyone else, stay calm and keep an eye on each other. Teamwork, guys." Eddie said. I ran with Jerome to the weapons room. I grabbed my machete, uncleaned, still covered in blood from last night's weapon run, and my shot gun. Also uncleaned, little specks of blood splatters on the handle and in the front. Jerome grabbed his pistols. Eddie appeared five seconds later, grabbing his machine gun.
"There's hundreds." He said weakly.
"Is Alfie still alive?!" Jerome yelled.
"I don't know." Eddie whispered. I pushed my way through him and ran to the doorway. Why are they so slow? If there's a horde you move.
They slowly came out from the weapons room.
"What the hell? Move your arses!" I yelled. They both stood there like deer in headlights.
"Am I speaking another language? MOVE." I screamed. Still nothing. Blank expressions.
"Give me the goddamn keys then." I hissed. Then I heard it.
Heavy breathing. Snarling. Growls. Stench of death.
Zombie.