Flashback
‘Val! Wake up! Wake up!’ a voice said urgently.
‘Oh come on! It can’t be morning already!’ she groaned as she sat up at the insistent shaking of her shoulder ‘Dad! It’s the middle of the night! What’s wrong with you?!’ Valeria said sullenly.
‘Shh! Do not raise your voice! We have to go now! There’s not much time!’ her father said urgently.
Valeria was about to protest when she heard some shrieks outside and loud guttural sounds. ‘What in the hell is going on?!’ she thought as she slipped out of bed and was about to turn the lights on, but her father stopped her.
‘Don’t! You’ll attract them!’ he said and before she asked more questions, he pulled her to the window and pointed at the street. It was very dimly lighted but she was able to see people walking as if they were in some kind of trance, with bloody clothes and growling. Some of her neighbor’s bodies laid on the sidewalk and some of the grotesquely looking people were knelt by them, eating their flesh. It was sickening to watch. A car zoomed by the street and out of their sight, but then the squealing of tires was heard and then the loud crash. More screams and more growling. Some of the zombies started moving towards the noise.
‘Zombies. Walkers. Whatever you want to call them. The outbreak reached us. They tried to keep it quiet and tried to control the situation but all was for naught…’ he said ‘Now get changed and don’t turn the lights on. Pack light, take necessities only. You know the drill. I’m getting Scotty. Be quick and quiet.’ And then he slipped out of her room and to her little brother’s room.
End of Flashback
I shook that horrible memory off my mind as I ran for my life. I had a horde of hungry zombies running after me. I was so pissed off. I should have been more careful when I broke into the damn store for supplies. But the power was supposed to be off so I wasn’t expecting the damn alarms to go off. It attracted them immediately as if they were announcing dinner to be served.
I kept running through alleys and streets, as they kept following me. And there was no way in hell I was going to drop my back pack with supplies! They were needed at the camp.
And then I ran into a dead end. s**t. I forgot about this one. I turned around and saw them coming. I looked around for anything that I could use to defend myself. I had my gun but didn’t want to use all my ammo. I laughed at the situation. Whether I used up all my ammo or not, it didn’t matter. I was going to die anyway. Valeria DeSpain, daughter of military parents, was going to die at the hands of flesh eating zombies. It was a fitting end. My whole family had died of the outbreak.
My father had confessed to me that my mother had died of the infection at another city, where she had been sent to assist with the containment of the sick. She had died a month ago and me and my brother had not known. And then as we escaped neighborhood, my father sacrificed himself so my brother and I could get away when we became surrounded by horde of the infected. I had begged him to wait it out at home, that we might have a better chance of surviving by staying there. But he had insisted in getting us out of there, as far away as possible. He told me no one was coming. That once an area became very infested they left it like that and concentrated in the less infested areas, picking up survivors and building up fortified camps. But that didn’t happen either. I think it would’ve been best for all of us to die together, at home. Like many other people I had found while I scavenged. They took the easy way out and killed themselves. Anything to avoid such a horrible death. I had tried to spare Scotty of having such an end. But he was a very stubborn 10 year old. And one day I couldn’t say no. He accompanied me in one of my scavenging ventures. We decided we’d go back home to get all of the guns my father had. Another two men from the camp came with me. We packed everything we could carry and were leaving through our backyard when the neighbor’s dog started to bark at us frantically. The stupid mutt had survived on its own for a few days. We were out on the street already and had to walk about 3 blocks or so of where we had left our car. The dog was barking at us from a hole in the neighbor’s fence. Scotty went to him to try to get him to come with us, the dog whined and hid himself, going back into the fence. But Scotty was stubborn and kept walking towards the damn dog. It all happened so fast. He was standing by a car that was parked close to the fence when a damn zombie came out from under it. Well, half of a zombie actually. The thing had no legs, and no waist. It had been torn off by the middle. It grabbed his leg and pulled him down, clawing at him. He screamed and kicked as we came to help him. Alex shot the thing dead with an arrow. But it was too late. It had bit my brother’s ankle. His screams attracted other zombies but we took care of them as they came, and we got back to camp. The men that accompanied me told everyone what had happened and I knew they wanted to do a mercy execution for Scotty. I didn’t let anyone do it. I cared for him as he succumbed to the illness and when the time came, I shot him. I took him back home and buried him in our backyard. Then I looked for the damn dog and when I found it, I killed it.
That had happened a few months ago. At it was at that time when I found Bryan. He was one of Scotty’s classmates who lived up the street. The kid look malnourished and scared but other than that he was fine. He had survived on his own for weeks, and then when he heard the gun shot that killed the dog, he had come out and found me. I took him back to camp and looked after him. Scotty had been my only drive to keep fighting to survive, but finding Bryan gave me that drive I thought I was losing when Scotty had become sick.
However, that drive had not been enough. I was cornered in an alley with a dead end. With no means of escaping. I was going to die. There was a door on the side of the wall but I could not open it. It was hopeless and they were coming. ‘I’m sorry Bryan…’ I said to myself as I loaded my gun and waited for the walkers to come. They were getting closer and closer. I placed the gun at my head. I wasn’t going to turn into one of them. I rather die by my own hand than by theirs, I thought. And to my surprise, the door opened and a pair of strong arms reached out and yanked me into the building. As soon as the door closed, I could hear the growling and thudding and snarling of the walkers outside, wanting to get in. Next thing I knew, I found myself looking into a pair of beautiful but ice cold blue eyes.
‘What the hell did you think you were doing?’ the young man yelled as he shook me slightly.
I was speechless. I was in shock. One moment I had been so ready to die and the next thing I know is I’m still standing alive, with a guy yelling at me. He let me go and taking a deep breath, he said ‘Come on. We gotta move. They’ll accumulate in greater numbers around the building and it’ll be harder to get out of here…’
I nodded dumbly at him and followed him silently.
(( So this is a Zombie Apocalypse RP. I got inspired by Walking Dead and just wanted to get this off my head. Anyway, please be the guy...or you can be someone else. PM Me if Interested...))
