Chapter

2

I winced in pain as Leo's bloodied teeth sank into my forearm like a hot knife through butter. "Leo this isn't you!! Snap out of it!!"

He merely growled like an animal and lunged at me again.

I grabbed him by the shoulders mid-lunge and held him tightly, "What's gotten into you?! Haven't you realized what you've done?!?" I shook his shoulders with every word, which only ended in him clawing his way out from my grip, which was scary considering my grip strength being stronger than my punching strength.

I felt deep down that what I was looking at crouching on his knees and holding the gnawed leg bone of his former brother was not Leo. It was.. something else. I knew I had to put it out of its misery, but I just couldn't. He was as much my brother as he was Jack's, it would be impossible for a competent guy like me to kill someone that close to my heart. But that's the exact reason why Leo needs to die, because he's no longer the boy I taught, cared for, and helped.

I mustered my strength and grabbed a metal rod that had been torn from the wall from Leo's animalistic behavior. "Kailey, I want you to run. Run and keep running until you find people who can help save you. Don't look back."

To my complete astonishment, Kailey was crying her eyes out. Her only sensible words were, "I don't wanna leave you!" I must've been hearing the chaos outside, 'cause there's not way she'd say that.

I grabbed the red doors that shut the library's storage room, where me and Leo were, and shoved Kailey outside, "Be careful. 'Bye, Kailey."

I slammed the red doors sgut and used the metal bar to jam them shut.

I turned as the monster that was once my friend, no, my brother landed in front of me. "We both die here, Leo." I grabbed a crowbar and hefted it onto my shoulder.

Leo growled at me and shrieked, causing the small window on the left side of the room to crack and my left ear to bleed. Then while I was stunned, he lunged at me, his fingers in a clawing motion, ready to tear my face off.

PANG!!!!

I swung the crowbar, embedding the hooked end into Leo's shoulder, causing him and me to wince in pain, one physical, the other mental. I slung the boy to the other wall, but didn't let him have the chance to breathe. I charged toward him, my fist ready to smash his skull to bits.

But he moved surprisingly fast, he crouched low and leapt away, causing my hand to smash against the concrete wall. I felt my knuckles and bones in my hand snap as I pulled back, my hand covered in blood.

Leo used the chance and pounced on he from behind, nearly causing me to smash my face into the wall. But with a quick smack, I sent the boy into a old wall, which crumbled, sending debris everywhere.

When I'd finally got the dust out of my eyes, I found the entire wall collapsed. The only thing I saw of Leo was a boot with the foot still in it, but no leg or body was seen anywhere.

I coughed, breathing the smoke from the fires in the street. I looked out and saw a horrifying sight.

The city was burning, and in the streets were crowds of gray-skinned zombie-like people. I had thought it was a joke, but when I saw the peiple feasting on the body of a man that was mutukated beyond recognition, I realized that I wasn't just imagining things or was being fooled.

This is an apocalypse.