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12:20AM
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He awoke to a loud sound outside, some sort of crash. The first things he was overwhelmed by was the silent sound of the world, then soft talking coming from downstairs.
He grabbed a random pair of pants and a shirt nearby and quickly put them on. Before leaving the safety of his room he grabbed the sniper rifle that laid on the back of his door. The sound of his heartbeat filled his ears as he slowly opened the door of his bedroom.
Pausing the action as it creaked. ‘Damn old buildings.’ In that moment he wished he had taken care of the old hinges on the door instead of pushing it off to the side. He heard someone—no. Something down below him. He skipped over some boards, knowing which creaked and which didn’t. He peaked over the railing of the second story, that’s when he saw it.
It looked like the old lady from the farm over but—worse. Hey, she was getting old, looking more like a corpse than a human on one of the good days. He watched as the old lady—Rosemary—Ate the insides of his dog. Pure anguish and fear filled every inch of his body as he slowly, with shaky hands—CRACK.
12:23AM
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3:23AM
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Being stirred awake by his younger sister, confused. But once he saw the look of fear in his sister’s eyes he quickly sat up, asking her what happened—Then he heard an inhumane screech come from outside the door. Then a yelp.. One he wished he’d never had to listen to. The yelp of his dog, whom he loved very deeply.
The cry of the dog caused him to get up, ignoring the protests of his little sister as he peaked his head out the door, seeing his younger brother hovering over the lifeless body of his dog. A sharp breath in revealed himself to his brother—If that was his brother anymore. A leap from the now inhuman thing caused him to react and pull himself back and slam the door.
Screeching and scratching was heard from the other side of the door, along with the soft dripping of blood from the mouth of the creature. Hyperventilating from the close encounter, eyes wide as he got pushed back into reality with a panicked cry full of pure fear coming from his little sister. He scrambled grabbing a bat that was near his hand, ushering his little sister into the closet and telling her to be quiet as he closed the door to the closet.
He took deep breaths, slowly gathering the courage, it rooting from needing to protect his younger sister. He was about to open the door and go batshit on the creature that was slowly creating a puddle of blood. The smell of iron filled his nostrils as he reaches for the doorknob, he heard a strained voice—His brothers voice.
“Help- It hurts.”
He paused, knowing he needed to put his brother out of his misery like he was a dog. He opened the door, tears streaming down his face with wide eyes as he raised his arms, swinging down and—SPLAT.
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12:24AM
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The old lady fell over, her head falling into the pile of his dogs insides. As the old lady’s now lifeless body laid on the floor he saw his cats body not far from his dogs body, both disfigured.
Sorrow and pain filled him as tears poured out from his eyes without his consent. He took a moment to collect himself, his demeanor calming and his heartbeat slowing. He walked down to the first floor, careful to make sure there was no more of those other creatures.
The smell of iron overtook his senses as he walked closer to the lifeless bodies of his pets. He poked the old ladies body with his gun, making sure it was dead. Seeing that the body of the old lady didn’t react he sighed, jolting a bit and turning around at the sound of a person talking.
He noticed the TV he had recently gotten turned on, displaying a breaking news screen. “Warning: This is not a drill. Stay inside and lock the doors. Do not let anyone in.” He stared at the screen, then at the old lady.
“Oh you gotta be fucking kiddi-”
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3:27AM
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As tears fell, adding to the puddle of blood on the floor his shaky hands paused, turning to see his little sister peaking out from the closet. He heard his older brother walking towards his room due to the commotion. He put the bat down, quickly glancing at his older brother before going over to his little sister.
“Lily- Lily I need you to look at me.”
His sister looked at him, with tears streaming down her face. He heard his older brother dragging the deformed body of the creature away from the sight of his little sister.
“I need you with me- Got it? We have to get out of here. Go pack essentials. Okay?” A nod from his sister. “Okay go.”
He watched as his sister more so stumbled off into her room instead of walking.
He sighed, grabbing an old empty backpack and going to his closet and taking clothes that would shield him from the cold and any other.. Things that were out there. He looked around his room, remembering the switchblade his grandmother had given him. In that moment he was glad his grandmother had died of natural causes instead of having to deal with what he was dealing with currently. He grabbed the switchblade from his desk and the bloodied bat before leaving his room.
A look back as he closed the door, wondering if he would ever be able to sleep soundly ever again like he did in his room. He went to the bathroom, grabbing stuff he would need to stay clean, along with a first aid kit.
As he walked out he saw his sister, eyes red and puffy as she put on her backpack. He held her hand as they walked over to their older brother. He saw his older brother have a gun, concern and confusion on his face.
“Where did you get that?”
“Always had it.”
He shrugged off his brother’s half ass answer, knowing it would help a lot more than a bat and switchblade.
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12:32AM
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He shoved the shovel into the dirt, leaning against it. He stood up straight, going over to his little farm area and grabbing a carrot, strawberry and a rose. He put the carrot on the area he buried his dog, a strawberry over the area he buried his cat, and lastly, a rose where he buried Rosemary. He said his goodbyes to them, taking the shovel and walking back over to his barn. He watched the news, knowing he was somewhat safe. He sighed, the strong smell of iron still there.
He looked at the blood puddle that was now on his floor. He went over and grabbed some gloves, anti-bacterial spray, and some wipes. He got on his hands and knees, cleaning and scrubbing the blood off of the floor. As he was cleaning the emergency broadcast stopped, changing to a weather channel that seemed pre-recorded.
It said in the upcoming days there will be a high chance of rainfall and potentially a tropical storm. He groaned, last time a tropical storm hit his house got infected with black mold. He could only hope and pray that this time, that didn’t happen. He went back to cleaning, finally being able to get the blood and iron smell off of his floor. He took his gloves off, putting them in the trash bag and taking it outside.
He threw the trash bag into the garbage can, seeing the sky turning gray caused him a little panic but he just turned and went back inside. He shut the door to his barn, deciding to check on his chickens, cows, sheep, and horse. He went out the back door, seeing his cows and sheep fine. He went over to the stables, seeing his horse in a bit of distress most likely from the gunshot. He pet her, slightly calming her.
“There there girl, no need t’worry.”
He made sure she was okay and had food and water before going over to the chicken coop. The chickens were chaotic, per usual but were still fine. He threw some seeds in the middle area and watched as they all gathered around and started pecking the ground. He closed the coop and put the seeds down, going back inside as it started to drizzle.
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3:45AM
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Him, his little sister, and older brother all in the truck. His older brother driving as he said he “has the most experience”. Well, to be fair he is 30. In his 25 years on planet earth he never experienced this, a zombie apocalypse..? He looked in the review mirror, seeing his little sister still distraught. He sighed, turning around to look at her.
“We’re gonna be fine Lily.” He turned his head at his older brother. “Ain’t that right, Hunter?” A nod from his older brother, looking back at his little sister.
“We’ll be fine.”
Driving to the highway, it being one of the few ways out. As they got closer and closer the highway they saw that police had it blocked off, they went off road and into downtown. Constant backing up and going forward from the panic of the civilians was starting to get frustrating. Seeing a plane rushing down from the sky was nerve racking. As the plane hit it the ground, it threw the car, sending it a few yards.
As it tumbled, ending up upside down the only thing he could think about was his little sister. He struggled getting out of the car, having twisted his ankle a bit. He escaped through the broken window of the passenger seat, crawling on the street over to the backseats. Crawling back into the car through the window once again he saw his little sister, barely conscious and with a broken ankle.
He unbuckled her, making sure to take care of her as he had promised his grandmother. As he pulled her out of the car she awoke from her unconsciousness state. At that moment he wished she had stayed asleep, not wanting her to be in pain or see the state the world was in. He carried her bridal style, not wanting her to put any pressure on her ankle.
He grimaced as she cried out in pain, he stumbled as he walked, his own ankle not being in the best shape. He saw his brother on the other side of the car, being blocked by the car. They agreed to meet up in a nearby field, he let his little sister cry as he carried her, comforting her in any way he could. As he made it to the field he saw a soldier, knowing his little sister needed medical care he went up to the soldier.
“Sir- my sister she needs medical, she’s hurt!-“
The soldier stayed silent, talking into his walkie talkie.
“Stay where you are.”
“No sir we’re not infected-“
The soldier raised his gun.
“We’re not sick!” He turned, shielding his little sister from the shot as another one came from behind him. As he turned he saw his older brother with the gun in his hand, a thump from behind him confirmed that the soldier was dead.
He looked down at his little sister, her hands over her stomach, her shirt being stained with blood. Her breathing became fast and shallow, tears in her eyes from the pain.
“Hey- Hey, hey, hey- You’re gonna be fine? Okay?” He glanced at his older brother, tears in his eyes now. “It’s gonna be fine, a’ight baby girl? You’re gonna be fine.” He could see the life leaving her eyes, “No- stay with me. Stay with me, okay?”
He took her into his lap, pressing down on the wound to try and stop the bleeding. She screamed out in pain, tears fell off his face as he kept assuring her.
“Hunter! Hunter, what do I do!?-“
He screamed at his older brother, keeping his eyes glued on his sister as he watched the sparkle in her eyes leave.
“Hunter!”