Apparently it's been 3 months since my last update (oops) but in those 3 months I've had 3 reviews telling me to do more. So I did.
Day 3
Homer focus
Homer woke up from the couch where he had decided to sleep. Wiping the drool from his face he stood up before heading to the kitchen where he found a sleeping Marge, slumped on one of the kitchen chairs, a variety of notes scribbled on to pieces of paper scattered around the room. "Marge," Homer said, nudging her, "honey, wake up."
Marge woke up with a start before tiredly looked around the room, "What time is it?" she asked.
Homer glanced at the clock, "Nearly 9," he replied, "what were you doing?" he asked, indicating the scattered papers.
"Making lists of things we need. We have enough food to last but we don't have anything to help us if something breaks into the house."
"What do you want to do?"
"We need weapons Homie," Marge looked around the table before grabbing one of papers, "I found a map and found some places that have weapons."
She passed the map towards Homer who took it and studied it intently. "Bloodbath and Beyond, the police station and the hunting store?" Homer shook his head, "The mall had zombies all over it two days ago and the police station's too far away without weapons. So Bloodbath and Beyond it is."
Marge looked at him expectantly as he stood there. "What are you waiting for?"
"I can't go alone," Homer explained, trying to give a convincing look with his eyes.
"Well I can't go with you. I need to look after the kids." Marge looked at Homer's face before a sense of dread hit her when she realised what he was asking. "You want to take one of the kids," she stated, a look of defiance already etched on her face.
Homer nodded before regaining his ability to speak, "I need someone to be a lookout. Otherwise I might not make it back and you still won't be able to defend yourselves."
Marge's expression softened before being replaced with sadness, "Who do you want to take?" she asked.
"Bart," he replied after a moment of contemplation, "he's faster than Lisa in case we need to run and he's had practice listening out for people with all the trouble he's caused."
Marge slowly nodded, "I'll go wake him up," she said reluctantly, "just promise you'll both get back safely."
"I promise," Homer said solemnly.
Seeming satisfied Marge walked up the stairs into the kids' bedroom before returning a minute later with a tired Bart who was rubbing his eyes and still wearing his pyjamas, "What's happening?" he asked groggily.
Homer glanced at Marge who looked close to tears before looking back at Bart. "Us two are going out to get weapons."
"When?"
"In a few minutes," Homer replied, "now get changed and I'll grab some things so we can take care of ourselves."
Bart reluctantly nodded before heading back upstairs. Marge looked at Homer after Bart had left the room, worry evident on her face. "Make sure you both get back," she told Homer.
"We will," Homer said reassuringly, "nothing's going to hurt me or Bart and we'll be back in less than half an hour."
Bart returned to the room, now dressed in his trademark orange shirt and blue shorts. "I'm ready," he said.
"Alright. Let me grab some weapons first." Homer went through the kitchen draws and pulled out two knives before handing one to Bart.
The pair then walked upstairs and entered the children's bedroom before descending the rope ladder as quietly as possible so as not to wake Lisa.
The two walked in silence for half a block before Bart asked, "Where are we going?"
"Bloodbath and Beyond," Homer replied, his eyes scanning the street for any threats, "we need more than knives to survive."
Seemingly satisfied with this answer the two continued in alert silence and before they knew it they were at Bloodbath and Beyond picking up guns, holsters, silencers and ammo and within minutes both had filled their bags with the gains and had a gun-filled holster on their hips.
Homer clicked his gun's safety off before placing it into his holster as Bart did the same. "I told your Mom we'd be fine," Homer stated with a small laugh, "now, you ready to get going?"
Bart nodded and both left the store and began to walk home. After walking for two blocks in silence Bart asked, "Dad, do you really think we'll survive even with all these weapons?"
"Of course we'll survive boy." Homer said, not turning his head. "We'll just hide out at home at stay there until this whole mess blows over."
Bart chose not to reply but rather continued the walk in silence until the pair arrived at home. The two stopped as they saw that the front door had been ripped off of its hinges and the cupboards knocked aside.
"Oh no," Homer said with shock, as he broke into a surprisingly fast sprint into the house. "Marge! Lisa!" he yelled, as Bart did the same.
"We're in the kids' bedroom!" Marge shouted back.
Barely glancing at each other, Bart and Homer both began to sprint up the stairs towards the bedroom and immediately saw the issue.
A zombified Ned Flanders was stood in the doorway of the bedroom; a large chunk of flesh missing from his arm, his top ripped to shreds.
Homer took a deep breath before raising his gun and firing it with a muffled bang.
Day 3
Marge POV
I was vaguely aware of a nudging on my shoulder and woke with a start. "Zombie?" I thought to myself in a panic before seeing Homer stood there allowing me to relax before I looked out the window at the sunny weather outside. "What time is it?"
I looked at Homer as he craned his neck to the side to look at the clock, "Nearly 9. What were you doing?" he asked, waving his arm over the papers I had forgot about which I glanced at.
"Making lists of things we need. We have enough food to last but we don't have anything to help us if something breaks into the house." I replied, thinking back to last night, after Homer had passed out on the sofa, when I saw a zombie break into one of the houses across the road. The screams lasted less than a minute before ending suddenly.
"What do you want to do?" Homer asked.
"We need weapons Homie," I explained, looking for the map and a list of weapon stores I made before finding them and picking them up. "I found a map and found some places that have weapons."
I passed them to Homer who looked at them with an amusing amount of intensity. "Bloodbath and Beyond, the police station and the hunting store?" Homer said, shaking his head, "The mall had zombies all over it two days ago and the police station's too far away without weapons. So Bloodbath and Beyond it is."
Homer and I stood there looking at each other as I began to wonder why he wasn't moving. "What are you waiting for?" I asked.
"I can't go alone," Homer explained, attempting his convincing look which was only ruined by the panic in his eyes.
"Well I can't go with you. I need to look after the kids." I replied, looking at Homer and wondering why he thought I could come with him before realising he didn't expect me to come with him. "You want to take one of the kids," I stated, mentally preparing an argument of why it would be absurd to allow children outside.
Homer nodded, "I need someone to be a lookout," he explained, "otherwise I might not make it back and you still won't be able to defend yourselves."
I held back tears at his words, "Why does he have to start being logical now?" I thought to myself. "Who do you want to take?" I asked.
"Bart," he replied after a moment of thought, "he's faster than Lisa in case we need to run and he's had practice listening out for people with all the trouble he's caused."
I nodded slowly, "I'll go wake him up," I said reluctantly hoping Homer would change his mind, "just promise you'll both get back safely."
"I promise," Homer said solemnly.
I walked up the stairs and quietly entered the kids' bedroom making sure not to wake Lisa. Walking over to Bart's bed I stood at the side of the bed and watched him for a few moments with a bittersweet happiness. "He's just a boy," I muttered to myself with sadness before nudging him awake.
Bart began to stir before waking up. "Mum?" he asked, once his eyes had focused on me, "What's going on?"
"Go downstairs, you're Father needs your help with something," I whispered. "How else could I explain it? I couldn't just wake him up and say 'You're Father wants to bring you outside into our zombie infested town because he's too afraid to do it himself.' "Now, come on and make sure not to wake Lisa." "It was bad enough that I was terrified for Bart and Homers' lives, but there was no point in worrying Lisa over it as well."
I waited for Bart to come out of bed and watched as he walked down the stairs still clad in his pyjamas. "He's too young for all of this." I thought to myself as I followed him.
Bart reached the kitchen before me and asked, "What's happening?" just as I walked in.
Homer glanced at me and I hoped neither of them could see how scared I was before he replied, "Us two are going out to get weapons."
"When?" came Bart's reply.
"In a few minutes," Homer replied, "now get changed and I'll grab some things so we can take care of ourselves."
Bart reluctantly nodded before heading back upstairs. I looked at Homer after waiting for Bart to get out of earshot, no longer holding back my fear. "Make sure you both get back," I told Homer.
"We will," Homer said reassuringly, "nothing's going to hurt me or Bart and we'll be back in less than half an hour."
Bart returned to the room, now dressed in his trademark orange shirt and blue shorts. "I'm ready," he said.
"Alright. Let me grab some weapons first." Homer went through the kitchen draws and pulled out two knives before handing one to Bart.
"Is this really what our lives have come to?" I thought to myself. "Giving weapons to children so they can survive an apocalypse."
I watched the two of them go upstairs and waited for them to leave before also going upstairs into the kid's bedroom. I watched as both Maggie and Lisa tossed and turned as they slept wondering if things would ever return to normal or if this was the new normal. I stood there for what felt like moments before there was a loud banging at the door.
The banging continued until Lisa woke and looked around in a panic. "What's happening?" she asked.
I looked at her with what I hoped was a reassuring smile, "I'm not sure, you wait here and I'll go check it out." With that I headed to the stairs when the door burst open pushing the cupboards aside. Ned Flanders stood at the doorway but this was not the Ned Flanders I knew. This Ned Flanders had a pale green tint to his skin and a portion of his arm was gone.
I let out a scream as Ned began to run up the stairs towards me and I turned around and sprinted into the kids' bedroom. I barely closed the door before Ned was charging repeatedly. I could feel the door loosening with every charge despite me pushing back and knew that unless a miracle happened this is where I would die.
And fortunately, a miracle did happen. The panicked voice of Homer filled the house, "Marge! Lisa!" he yelled.
"We're in the kids' bedroom!" I shouted back, just as Ned succeeded in breaking the door down.
I vaguely heard footsteps from the stairs as Ned approached before hearing two bangs.
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The next chapter will be this from Bart's POV and also what happens after.