It seemed as if it were yesterday. My family, all together at the table for a large meal. The memories of it all filled my mind. My mom prepared all of my favorites: turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and sweet corn.
I wasn't the best of anything growing up. I was no 'big shot' I'll tell you that. The only way I kept a passing D- was because my dad bribed my teachers with money in the triple digits.
The only thing I had going for a good-for-nothing city boy like me was that I was born under a multimillion dollar company that my dad owns known as Stark Enterprises. Most people called my dad 'Iron Man' for obvious reasons.
I disliked my dad. Mostly because when i was young, he chose the foundation of his company to be built in the trash city of New York.
I just hoped that one day, when he died, I would take over the company and make it mine. I would be rich beyond my imagination, but that was before 'it' happened.
I read in a news article i found on the side of the road that it was an outbreak of new element 115. Element 115 had the capability of reanimating dead cells and making the deceased aggressive and bloodthirsty.
176 mangled bodies were in the lab at the time of the experiment. Mysteriously enough, all of the mangled bodies were gone the next day.
The day I knew something was wrong was when I woke up and checked my watch that read 12:30.
"Weird." I thought to myself."I usually wake up at 5:50 on school days because my mom wakes me up for when she has to go to work at her daycare. Jayna was her name. I loved my mom. Her voice that I love still rings in my ears "Mark, time to get up and get ready for school."
I always replied with an "ugh, do I have to go to school?"
I loved the normal days. The days without death.
I got up out of bed noticing that my lights wouldn't turn on.
"Strange," I thought to myself. "The power never goes out. Not in such a large place like my home"
I ran downstairs to turn on the gasoline powered generator and as the lights came on I heard a low moan coming from my basement.
I shot my head in the direction of the basement door. I walked up with caution toward the basement door as I slowly turned the knob. It opened with a quiet croak. I stepped down the stares and what I saw petrified me.
There was my mom and dad hanging from the ceiling by a thick rope, both of them hadruby red eyes that split the darkness and chairs underneath them and I guess that's how they killed themselves.
They were reaching for me as if they were alive. They moaned and groaned with as if they were trying to talk to me but couldn't. I didn't know what was wrong with them. All I knew was I couldn't see them the way that they were.
I walked up the stairs and to the kitchen. I grabbed the nearest knife to my hand and mentally prepared myself for what I was about to do. A thirteen year old, about to remurder his parents. It was crazy talk. But I took a deep breath and headed for the basement with the knife in my hand.
Step by step down the stairs I grew more scared.
I finally reached my parents after what fell forever. I reached for my dad first. I stood in the chair and grabbed his neck, took a deep breath, and sharply put the knife in his head. I felt his still warm blood run down my hand and back on my arm all the way to my elbow. The blood was a very dark red, almost a black.
"Now,I got that over with, time for the hard part: my mother," I said aloud.
I slowly crept up toward the lifeless but yet moving body of my mom. She looked bloodthirsty.
A grin came upon her face as I took the killing blow. I wasn't sure what exactly i was felling, I think it was defeat.
If I'm going to have to be like this now I have to accept the world I live in. The world of zombies.
Now,in present time, three years later to be exact, I've met a few buddies along the way and racked up enough zombie kills to be a general in the zombie killing army. I thank god for what he had brought me. I thought no hope was left when I killed my parents. I thought everything was over.
But here I am once again surrounded by hundreds of them. In the middle of New York. I finally took a deep breath and jumped into the horde. Hundreds of hands were clawing at me, tearing me apart. I was thankful though. My younger self definitely wouldn't have been thankful for being murdered by a hundred dead people, but I realized that I will finally be in peace forever when the pain is gone. I will be free.
