R.I.P

Chapter 1

I was reading a book in my room wearing my usual summer pajamas; comfy exercise shorts and my baggy football t-shirt, when I felt a slight wind pass through me causing me to shiver. I got up to close my window, but noticed it was already shut. Puzzled, I looked out my window, seeing nothing but the black streets and sidewalks, barely visible with the dark night.

This night was unusually dark compared to others, which were brightly lit by the silvery lighting of the moon. This night was black; the only thing you could see was the darkest shadows embracing the corners of several houses.

I could barely make out a couple of shadows crossing the street. There was a small one, a little girl I guessed, and a bigger shadow, which was probably her mom. They were holding hands as they reached the edge of the side walk, the little girl giggled and the mother smiled.

I got back into my bed, becoming slightly bored watching random people walk around, and picked my book up to finish my chapter. I turned on my desk lamp for better lighting and submerged myself into the adventures of Sage, a runaway innocent juvenile, when suddenly I heard screaming.

I ran back to the window and saw a car, heading straight for the little girl. The mom was screaming at the top of her lungs, screaming for her daughter to get out of the street, but the girl did not move. Instead she stood there, looking back at her mother puzzled and before I could blink, the car had driven over her.

I gasped in shock and horror as I watched a young and innocent girl lose her life. The mother was now yelling her daughter’s name in distress, sobbing violently, wanting her little girl back. I felt empathy for the woman. I then watched the girls’ frail, lifeless body, lying on the street, savagely torn-up…

I was about to call 911 when I saw her arm move. My eyes widened as she slowly stood up, skin dangling from her severely damaged arms and legs, and limped towards her mother. The mother looked hesitant, horror and hope flashing through her eyes as she just stood there, deciding whether to run from her daughter or embrace her.

But if she was going to run away, it was too late. For the girl bit into her mothers’ arm viciously, ripping apart flesh with her own teeth.

What the hell?!?

I gasped again and ran downstairs as fast as possible, running to my parents’ room. I threw their door open, but couldn't find anyone there. I ran into the living room, searching desperately for them, when finally I found them sitting on the couch, their backs turned to me.

I let tears stream down my face as I ran to them, longing for their comfort, when my mother turned her head to reveal a violently torn up and bleeding face. 

I put my two hands over my mouth, stifling a scream, and felt new tears pour down my face. My father turned around as well, and I felt goose bumps form all over my body as I noticed the white of his eyes were the only thing visible in between his purple, swollen slits.

He got up and started slowly limping toward me, his mouth slightly open as if trying to tell me something, and I let the loudest scream in history escape my mouth.

I screamed in terror as I ran down to the basement, as fast as I possibly could and slammed the door behind me. I tried locking the door, but my hands were trembling so greatly, I could barely hold the handle.

I heard uneven footsteps approaching me, getting closer and closer as I fumbled to twist the key. I finally twisted the key all the way, locking the door just in time before he started banging on the door.

I could hear the ragged breathing, right outside the door, and I stood there, holding my breath. I could hear my heart pumping in my ears as I hoped the creature that used to be my father wouldn’t hear it.

Finally, I heard the footsteps start up again, this time the sound becoming distant. I let out a huge, shaky breath of relief, and slowly walked over to one of the rooms in the basement.

As I got in, locking the door, I felt my shoulders shake as I sobbed into my hands. My back ran against the door as I slowly descended into a crouched position on the floor. I hugged my knees to my chest and wiped my tears away.

I stared at the wall facing me with wide eyes, and acknowledged what was happening. That little girl got up, even though she should have died, and bit her own mother… I thought. And my parents, they… they have become… I felt a lump in my throat as I tried to swallow. I had heard of it before but, I never knew it would become true. At this moment, I knew what was happening.

It’s the zombie apocalypse…