chapter 4 (David)
Blood was running everywhere, covering the walls and the floors. Amy was staring at him screaming for help as he saw someone trying to grab her. "NOOO!" and in that instant she was bit and he couldn't stop it from happening nor save her. The room began to darken and in a flash the image of more blood was splattered everywhere as his mom's face began to fill his vision. The look of the lifeless eyes staring at him and in the moment of pure pain she fell to the ground and whispered, "you're the only one that can stop this." David couldn't take it anymore and screamed in his dream causing him to sit up straight screaming in reality.
"It was only just a dream," David kept muttering to himself. Sweat was running down his face and his breathing was more ragged. He looked around and noticed he was in his room by himself. Amy was no where to be seen. Pulling himself out of his bed he looked over at the alarm clock, 3:00 a.m. He turned over seeing a suitcase already filled with his things. "Amy must of woken up and packed for him" He thought to himself. He went over to his drawers and pulled out fresh clothes, changing into them then heading out of his room. He walked down the hallway and saw Amy who was on the couch in the living room staring out the window lost in thought.
"Heard you scream, you ok?" Trey came up behind him pulling more luggage with him. David blushed a little in embarrassment that everyone heard him scream. Trey snickered and pulled the rest of the luggage into the living room. Amy finally turned around tarring her eyes away from the window and walked over to David. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes and tip toed to whisper in his ear, "I had another one."
David could never really piece together what Amy would say. But ever since she was able to talk she would randomly stare in the distance blankly and begin mutter strange things. Sometimes it would be a language he didn't even know, but he was pretty sure it was gibberish. But then at other times it would always include him and someone else. She would always mutter, death, must win, and the demon. But yet he never knew what that met. Amy punched him in the arm snapping him out of his thought process and pulled on his sleeve. "David this time I got more," she turned to make sure know one was looking, "Its only happening in this state like a bubble and know one can escape."he looked at her dumbfounded and had nothing to say. Amy just kept looking at me as if she was serious. "What do you mean?" he finally asked. "I don't know, I just saw a bubble," Amy finally looked away, "lets go help Trey."
We all walked over picking up some luggage and carrying them out to the car. Its nice that we had a truck big enough to hold all our luggage. Its quite common to see trucks here down in Kansas. We finished loading up the truck as John walked out the house. John was acting slower then normal and a little sluggish. David instantly took notice and moved closer to Amy. "You able to drive?" David helped Amy into the truck. John pretty much just growled and stepped in to the front seat of the truck, bringing the truck to life. Trey moved over and got into the passenger side leaving David and Amy in the back seat.
The truck rolled back as john turned the truck to take off. David looked out the window as he saw his neighbors, or use to be neighbors walking around stumbling and moaning. Every time he saw a little kid he would turn back to Amy was sitting there just twiddling her thumbs in concentration. The truck was very quiet except for Johns constant coughing. They finally made it halfway out the city when a wheezing sound was escaping Johns mouth.
The truck began to swerve a little as they entered a tunnel. John was coughing more and more and soon he couldn't stop himself and turned the wheel completely causing the truck to nearly flip. The truck skidded to a stop as a loud pop sound came from the tires. The engine then began to smoke as the truck died on itself. David quickly jumped out the truck bringing Amy with him. Trey jumped out as well as everyone backed away from the Truck. John unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door collapsing onto the ground. He looked up at David with pain stricken eyes. John stood up and held onto the car for support, "Come here," he looked dead eye at David. "No" and David took a step back.
John began to laugh uncontrollably and looked at Amy. "Then you come here," Amy only whimpered and scooted back. "DAMMIT I SAID COME HERE!" and with that john whipped out the gun and shot upwards. John was huffing more not even paying attention to his step kids. "What the hell is wrong with you?" David held on closer to Amy, backing up into Trey. "Put the gun down," Trey tried to calm their step dad down. John just kept coughing and collapsed back to the floor. That's when David noticed he was coughing up blood and it wasn't red. "You were bit and didn't tell us," David was fuming. "You could've killed us all," rage began to boil within him. "Like I care what happens to you guys now, you're not even my kids."
That felt like a slap in the face to David. "Fu..." was all he was able to say as he heard Amy scream. David turned to where Amy was looking to see a hoard of the dead stumbling towards them. He ran over to John and yanked the gun out of his hands and aimed for the hoard. BAM, BAM, but it was no good there were to many of them. "RUN!" Trey yelled, but there was no way out on the other side of the tunnel were more of them closing in. Amy ran up to David and hugged him tightly. Trey moved closer to John, since he passed out. "What do we do?" Trey kept turning his head back and fourth.
David couldn't think of anything as the dead kept moving in from both sides. He fell to the ground lost without hope and began to mutter out dammit. That moment was when a loud engine began to fill the tunnel along with the moaning and groaning of the dead. A Big truck equipped with spikes plowed through the Dead and a young girl about David's age jumped out. She whipped out a shotgun and popped two of the dead in the head. "Well don't just stand there get in!" She yelled. David hopped up and ran towards the truck with Amy already climbing in and Trey following close behind. The girl hopped back in the truck with them and hollered out, "DRIVE" and the truck took off. David was breathing hard as he turned back seeing the hoard dive in on Johns lifeless body.
Chapter 3 (John)
"I've told you for the tenth time when im drinking to leave me the hell alone!" John reached his back hand and slapped Amanda hard causing her to fall to the floor. He knew by now he was drunk, but he didn't care he always liked feeling in power. Just the thought of Amanda cowering in fear with him in complete control always made his day. He knew that Trey, David, nor Amy would dare interfere them. They always thought it was just a normal argument. But to John it was a game and nothing more. He lost interest in Amanda for awhile now. Going around and sleeping with whoever he wanted.
John looked over at the door to make sure it was locked. "Get back up and tell me what I told you," John turned back to Amanda. Amanda only looked up at him and her eyes changed showing little fear. "No." John kept on staring at Amanda, "what did you just say to me?" John walked closer to her nearly only inches away. Amanda stood up and pushed John away, "I said no." John was beginning to stir with anger. Nobody tells him no. "Im taking the kids away and im leaving you, you are a danger to me and the kids, I want nothing to do with you," Amanda turned around and started to move towards the door.
John was beyond mad now he was blinded with rage. Nobody try's to take everything away from him. In that moment of blind rage he reached between the mattress of their bed and pulled out a knife. He then lunged forward and slashed the knife on Amanda's back causing her to fall back down. As soon as the first drop of blood hit the floor it was over. John kept slashing the knife repeatedly over Amanda, listening to her screams of pain and fear fill the room. With each strike the screams were becoming fainter and fainter till there was no more. John began to pant heavily as he regained himself. He looked down at his wife dead on their floor.
John kneeled before her and grabbed her letting her head rest on his arm. He pulled her closer in and started stroking her hair. "See now sweety this is why you don't make your hunny mad," he looked at her face covered in blood, "Don't worry I still love you I wont tell anyone what happened here." John began to smirk at the sight of what he just did. The weak don't deserve to live in this world, john thought to himself. John then threw Amanda back on the floor and stood up to go retrieve a fresh pair of clothes. He was trying to come up with a story for when the kids see this, but he was having a hard time thinking. As soon as he pulled his pants on he began to feel uneasy.
A slight moaning sound began to fill the room. "What the hell I thought I killed you," John was in shock as he turned to see Amanda starting to get back up. She was still bleeding again, but this time it was tainted black. Amanda opened her eyes to reveal that they were a deep red filled with rage and death. She lunged at John and in return he jumped back. He ran for the door, but Amanda was in the way. She started to shuffle closer to John moaning louder with each step she took. "Get away from me!" John yelled as Amanda lunged again, this time sinking her teeth into his arm and ripping out a piece of flesh. John screamed in pain and pushed Amanda away causing her to land on the floor. John reached for the drawers and pulled out a pistol blood was running down his arm and onto the gun, as he aimed up and fired into Amanda's head. The room went instantly quiet except for Johns heavy panting.
John left her there as he ran out the room and saw the door was wide open and someone was stumbling into the house. The man reached to the living room then took a whiff and smelled the blood on John's arm and began to moan. John instantly pulled the gun back out and shot the man. He fell to the floor and went silent. John went over and pulled the man into the closet from a force of habit. The floor was stained with black blood. John went back over and started to head over to the bathroom. "Trey," he panted, "Amy!" but it was silent. John went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He reached beneath the sink and pulled out some bandages. He also grabbed some peroxide to clean out the wound. John looked into the mirror and was extremely pale. He pour the peroxide onto his arm and winced as it stung. He then began to hear talking from outside the door as it sounded like Amy, Trey, and David talking in the living room. John was trying to finish up wrapping his bandage as he opened the door to his kids.
David was talking and in the middle of it John interrupted him, "we get out of the city and stay far away," He then turned and looked at Amy, "The weak won't make it through this world anymore." As soon as the words came out of his mouth the image of Amanda appeared for a split second. He kept looking at Amy in deep concentration as he was wondering why he thought of Amanda. And with that David moved closer to Amy as if he was going to strike his own daughter or something. "We leave by morning, pack anything that will keep us going on this trip, it's going to be at least a ten hour drive." And with that John turned and walked away back into his room. As he closed the door he sat down on the bed and started coughing into his hand. When he looked at his hand he saw a hint of black blood.
chapter 2 (david)
when I first walked into the house, not a noise was to be heard from. I looked over to the living room to see blood everywhere. I walked over to the blood stain and examine it only to find that it was tainted black. Someone in this house has been hurt, but who? I walked over into the kitchen and rummage through the drawers. Hoping to find something to protect myself with. The only thing I could find was a steak knife. "Well I guess this will have to do for now," I thought to myself. I gripped the handle tightly as I started to walk down the hallway.
The first door to my right was just a closet, but it was closed tight. As I started to walk by I heard a soft whine come from within. I drew the knife up high as I reached slowly for the doorknob. My hand began to shake and my breathing was becoming short. Suddenly the doorknob turned on its on and a tiny little Amy peeked out. "D-David I-is th-that you," she managed to stammer out. Amy then flew the door open and grabbed me in a giant hug. She then began sobbing uncontrollably muttering out, "there's so many there's so many." I hugged Amy back and looked directly into her frighten eyes, "Amy go to the living room and stay there, where is everyone else?" Amy looked up at me and began to tremble," They were moaning so loud outside I just ran in hid, I don't know where everyone else went," Amy sobbed again. I simply nodded and turned and began walking down the hallway some more.
The next door to my left was my brother Trey's room. Still holding the knife I reached for the doorknob and began to turn it slowly. When I opened the door I saw Trey holding a baseball bat ready to swing. "What the hell David I could've killed you," Trey dropped the bat on the ground. "Where's mom and John?" I asked. "Shit when all this started to happen I haven't seen them leave the room, I ran quickly to my room, but lost sight of Amy is she ok?" I nodded, "She's in the living room go stay with her I need to check on mom." I turned away from Trey and began walking to my mom's room.
I began to feel like something was really wrong. If Amy and Trey didn't get hurt then who did? I reached to my moms room and opened the door expecting my mom to be ok like everyone else. That's when my knees buckled and I fell to the floor. The sight was just to gruesome for me to handle. Tears rolled down my face and my stomach began to turn. There was my mom sitting perfectly still on the side of the bed. She looked directly at me and said nothing. A wheeze escaped from her mouth and she finally collapsed onto the floor. A knife was directly sticking out of her chest she was bleeding black blood everywhere. I finally got the nerve to stand up and move my stiff legs over to my now dead mother. She had turned while I was gone and then was killed. I saw a bullet hole through her head, "John must of shot her," I thought. Her eyes were a deep red color and she had cuts covering her from head to toe. But the one thing that was lacking was a bite mark. Mom had died probably from being stabbed to death. But who could've done it? With tears still rolling down my face I reached over and closed my mothers eyes and said my goodbyes right then and there. I had to be strong for Amy's sake.
I walked back out to the living room and saw Trey holding Amy trying to comfort her. "We need to get out of here," I simply stated. "yea and go where?" Trey looked up at me. I began to think of a place coming up with nothing to mind. "We go to the country side where your grandparents live," said a voice behind me. I turned to see John finishing tying a bandage on his right arm. "we get out of the city and stay far away," then he turned and looked at Amy, "The weak won't make it through this world anymore." The way he looked at Amy made me angry and I moved slightly closer to her. John had a pistol slightly hanging out of his front jean pocket. There was a blood stain on it as well, except it was red and not black. "We leave by morning, pack anything that will keep us going on the trip, its going to be at least a 10 hour drive," and with that being said john looked away and walked straight into mom's room not even looking at where her dead body was laying.
My mind went straight to the bandage. When did he get hurt? Even more how did he get hurt? I sighed and began to stumble slightly. So much was running through my head and I was starting to feel dizzy. Trey looked over at me with concern, "David you and Amy get some sleep, Ill stay up and watch the house ill wake you up in a few hours so you can pack." I simply nodded and turned towards Amy who finally got off of Trey. She was still shaking, but didn't say anything as she walked to my room. I knew she wouldn't be able to sleep well after something like this, and I think she knew this as well. I walked over to my room and simply climbed into bed. Amy followed next and cuddled up next to me. "David," she whispered. "Ya." "What happened to mommy?" Amy looked up. My chest began to hurt as I thought about what I saw. "Mommy is sleeping now and she won't be able to wake up." Amy quietly began to cry and moved closer into me. I wrapped my arms around her as I let her cry herself to sleep. I held her tight as the room began to get dimmer and dimmer. And finally I myself began to fall into a restless sleep.
Chapter 1 (David)
Everything was swirling around him turning his vision to a blur. His breathing began taking the form of ragged puffs while his leg felt as if someone had poured hot oil on them. Anger continued to boil over him, blinding him with rage. To think he had to live with him, a guy who treated everyone so poorly, he just couldn't take it anymore.
Finally his legs began to give and buckle until my movements became, but a hobble. he looked around to see where his flight had taken him. He recognized the area immediately; it was his neighborhood next to the forest. The place was decent enough, it had everything nearby and everybody knew each other. Yet no one knew who my step dad really was, how could they? I looked around for a place to sit, only to find a big white rock covered In moss. I walked over by it and sat on top of it trying to catch my breath. The smell of pine wood made it easier to think clearly. As his mind began to clear, he started to ponder what caused him to run in the first place.
He was walking home like any other normal day from school. At the time his smile was really noticeable on his face. His sixteenth birthday had finally arrived. As he stepped inside his house, something was very wrong. His brother Trey who had recently turned eighteen a few days ago, was next to his little sister. Amy so young at the age of five was huddled into their brother. Trey looked up at him with sad eyes. And that's when David's smile began to vanish. And at that moment he knew that he was the cause of this, he who causes so much pain in this household.
David ran upstairs calling for his mom, but to no avail only silence greeted him. He then ran back downstairs and called out for his mom again. "David, you won't hear from her," Trey whispered out. David turned around and stared at Trey and a whimpering Amy. David walked over to them and picked up Amy off of Trey's lap. He held her tight in his arms and in response Amy began to relax.
Amy and him had a bond like no other siblings. Besides sharing a birthday, Amy was just always full of joy. She always knew how to calm him down and put a smile on his face. He looked into her big brown eyes only to see sadness in them. This only made him feel angry towards his step dad. His step dad whenever he came home, he would always have an angry look on his face. He would then take David's mom to the back of their room and close and lock the door behind them. Then all you would hear is crying and yelling. It never ended well for his mom. he looked at Amy and kissed her on the cheek then gently set her back down on Trey's lap and turned to walk back out the door.
"Something bad will happen to that man, I just know it," David clenched his fist tightly till they turned red. His brother looked at him still holding on to our sister very closely. "You know mom will get worried when she sees your not home for dinner," Trey kept staring at me. "Better go out then do anything stupid back here," David looked at his brother then to his mom's door. "I mean why is she still with him?" he looked back over to where Amy was sitting, "stay safe and you know I love you," he tried to smile for her. Amy smiled that precious smile he always loved and answered back, " love you to big brother." David then turned away not even looking back and ran outside.
He sighed, and looked at his watch. Best be heading back home now David thought to himself. Amy might be worried sick to where he is at, he sighed again. David jumped off the rock and brushed the moss off his jeans as he started to head back home. He looked up at the sky which was a weird pinkish red. As he kept on walking he began to feel very anxious, as it someone was following him. He began to pick up his pace a bit, yet the feeling never went away. It actually started getting worse. David finally looked back to see a tall man standing a few paces behind him. The man was still hidden in the shadows partially so it was hard to see him clearly. Then the man began to moan and stumble towards him. David's scream only lasted for a few seconds as the man slowly kept getting closer.
That's when the smell hit him causing his knees to buckle making him fall to the ground. It smelled like decaying flesh that has been out in the sun for weeks. The smell was strong and musky which in response cause David to gag. He looked up at the man to see that he was missing right arm at the elbow. He also had his clothes torn up and was missing a part of his flesh to his thigh. Bits of flesh was torn out in other places as well. When he looked into the man's eyes they were blood red almost black. As he continued to stare at the man, He appeared to be even closer to David then before causing him to panic. David turned to look for anything he could use to defend himself. Nothing looked useful. Lost in concentration for a weapon the man finally reached to David and fell on top of him. David yelled and tried punching the man in the face, in response he growled a deadly growl at him and tried to bite his neck. David then punched him again and he fell to the side. He then stood straight up and found a stick over to the left of him that looked sturdy enough that it wouldn't break and grabbed it. The man then got back up moaning as he outstretched his arm towards David. In response David threw the stick into his chest. The man stumbled a little bit then moaned again and moved closer to him. " What the hell, why won't you die!" He reached for a rock he saw nearby and bashed his head in. Black blood spewed out all over David's clothes and all over the ground. The blood smelled even worse then the decaying flesh which knocked the wind out of him as he fell back to the ground. He looked over to the guy he just killed and he began to panic once more. Did he just kill that man? No he was already did, wasn't he?
He couldn't believe what happened, like that stuff only happens in movies or stories. And then the smell hit him yet again, but only it was farther out. David looked forwards towards the tree line to see more of them coming out. Walking and stumbling over each other. They moaned and groaned and moved so slowly. Some were missing arms or legs, or jaws and eyes. Blood oozed out from open wounds. There seemed to be hundreds of them coming out. But what struck him the most was the little girl in front of them all. She had pieces of hair missing and her right hand too. Her stomach was ripped open dragging her insides behind. On her back was a torn up teddy bear. He stood up with tears in his eyes. That little girl looked a lot like Amy.
And that's when it hit him, not Amy. He have to get back to her. He turned and began to run back home, hoping nothing bad had happen to her or the rest of his family. The closer he got to his house the more of the dead he saw. Friends and neighbors that were once alive all dead roaming the streets eating whatever they can get their hands on. David finally reached to the front yard of his house only to see the front door open. And between him and the front door was at least ten of those dead people. He had to get inside somehow without letting the dead notice him. He turned to his left and saw another rock smaller then the one before. He picked up the rock and looked over towards the metal trash can at the end of the curb. He then chucked the rock at the trashcan which made a loud clanging noise. The dead then turned towards the noise and started shuffling there way towards the trash can. David waited a few seconds before moving slowly towards the front door. when he reached the front door a cold chill hit him real hard causing Goosebumps to form all over. It was dark inside and not a sound came from within. He just hoped that nothing bad was waiting for him inside as he took his first few steps back into the house.