Without Silence

No trust

Silence. I wished for silence. The screams of the undead ruled the never ending nights. The cries of the still living died off as the weeks passed. Though I wished for the living...I still somehow wished for silence. The permanent howling of the dead wanting nothing but the living began to drive me insane.

With the silence I wished for a smile, or something to smile at.

But there was nothing.

Nothing but the tortured howls and the blood dripping from roofs.

For all I knew I was the only one left. I had to get over that fact fast.

I had been travelling around the UK looking for any signs of life, and when I did find a group or evena person, they were either so screwed up that staying with them would of been the death of me, or they just ended up becoming one of them anyway. Now I can find nobody...it's been months of nothing.

How could everything be dead. There wasn't even a sign of animals...is it possible for them to be turned to? I couldn't even manage to smile at that...even though I knew the old me would of cracked up laughing. The old me was gone now and the new me had no emotions, no obligation, and really was not afraid to kill if she had too...even if it meant the living.

That's what seeing your family being eaten alive in front of you does. That's what killing them before they kill you does. It turns you from a human into a machine. No heart, no emotions and especially...No Trust. Its how I'm now living my life. If you could call this life.

I don't trust anything, not even the silence, even if its what I want. It was lonely. I grew up with a big family, 2 older brothers, a younger sister and loving parents. The house was never quiet, it was full of laughter and arguments and normal family things. I wish now I had been more like them. I always seemed different from them. I liked the company of myself and not the company of them. I prefered silence to conversation. I wish now that I had talked to them more. Now I hate that they are not here and that its my fault that their not.

I got them killed. Then I killed what was left. I know now that for as long as I survive I will carry that. Its wrong to call being alive living now as this isnt a life. This is just surviving till they get you. Because they will get you. The only reason I am still alive is because I trust nobody...I never let my guard down...not ever.

If they come near me they wont be coming back from the dead a second time. It turns out Great Britain is full of weapons...but at the same time filled with the undead.

It wasn't just something from one of those corny films were the guts are hanging from them and blood is spewing from their mouths. Turns out all that crap is true.  Of course it wasn't until the first of October 2011. That's the date the world turned itself upside down. It had been 2 months 3 days and 6 hours since the toxic poisons exploded out of the factory and poisoned the workers. They didn't know that when they were trying to make cures they would create a disease.

The factory workers became ill then died. At least everyone thought they were dead. Before anyone could realise what was happening, the rapid disease spread from person to person. Through a single bite. Of course those with the disease were hungry for human flesh, so it had to be a bite that turned you. Carma really sucks sometimes.

It didn't start in Britain, it started in a small town that nobody has really heard of and I'm not sure of the name. Because of its small population, whatever stupid government it was, tried to keep the world from knowing. They just didn't realise that by keeping us in the dark they destroyed the world. The disease spread through family's who had been bitten and then escaped the town. Then they bit other who bit others and well...you can see the pattern. It spread across the world fast.

The night when my family died was just 2 weeks after the epidemic had begun. Nobody was really sure of it, but everyone was thinking that it would never reach us. That we were safe. How stupid they were.

That night I went out. It wasnt as simple as that though. I snuck out and well one thing led to another and the police turned up at the party I had snuck out for.

The officer who was told to take me home looked ill. Really ill. At the time I didnt know that this meant he was carrying the disease...neither did he I think, at least I hope he didnt. When we finally got back to my house my parents were fuming. Everyone was up and sitting in the living room. Apparently they were worried as to where I had gone. My parents being the nice people they were, invited the police man in.

"Where were you? We were worried!" my Mum yelled at me pretty much as soon as I walked into the door. Her usually porcelain face was red with anger but it didn't really work with the fact she was wearing a fluffy pink dressing gown.

"Don't you ever do that kind of thing again young lady. Do you understand  me? With all that's going on at the moment and you run off!" My dad was better at pulling of angry than my mum was.  Wasn't her fault really she was just a very soft natured person.

"IM NOT A LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE SO STOP TREATING ME LIKE ONE!" I couldnt help it at the time I was just so angry. I wish the final words I had said to them were nice. I began to storm up the stairs and just as I got to the top, I heard a thud.

Not wanting to go back down stairs again I peeped through the railing  to see what was going on. The police man, who had just stood there silent by the door the time me and my parents were yelling at each other, had just fallen to the floor and was laying there unmoving.

"Sir, sir are you alright? Tony call an ambulance." My mum crouched down by him and said.

That was when the officer lifted his head. His eyes glowed the deep color of fresh blood and his mouth opened into a snarl. My mother who just didn't have enough time to move away was the first to get infected. He grabbed her and buried his head into her neck. Her screams filled the night and her blood filled the floor. As if she was just a rag doll, the officer flung her away from him and advanced onto the rest of my family. I didn't see or hear the rest. I covered my ears and closed my eyes, waiting for the screaming to stop. I should of done something. I should of done anything.

But as soon as I saw those bloodthirsty eyes I turned into a little girl who was afraid of the dark. I would never make that mistake again. When silence fell I reopened my eyes. To see my once beautiful mother standing at the bottom of the stairs. Covered in blood, covered in bites with blood dripping from her scrowled mouth. She was staring right at me with blazing eyes. That was when I ran.