This Is War

Three Hours»1

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Within three hours everything can change, and within three hours everything has changed. Three hours ago I went to the two different schools my siblings attend, but couldn't find them; so I tried looking for my best friend, Clementine but she was nowhere to be seen either. Three hours ago something happened, something bad.

Now, I'm sat on my step at the front door, steaming mug of coffee sat in my right hand, my cat, Sugar sat by my left and a baseball bat sat five centimetres away from me, to my right. I sit here, watching the world slowly go to shit, people, no, not people, monsters, zombies, or as I like to call them: Biters roam the streets, that just three hours ago were full of busy people finishing work, starting work or dropping their kids to school. That's what is was, not anymore. Now, we fight to survive and I will do anything it takes to find my family, safe; it's hard, to think that my family are out there, confused, alone, scared...I just can't think about it.

A biter starts hobbling it's way over to me, I place my mug down, grab my bat and swing it over my head, into the biters. I repeat my previous actions once more until it's skull has now painted my bat. I sit back down, continuing to pat Sugar.

Sugar and I head back inside, while he lays on the couch I lock the door and close all the curtains on the windows, I grab my handgun from my safe behind my bookshelf, and sit at the door, taking watch.

Well, I guess this is a chance to properly introduce myself; I am Darcy Walsh, I have raven black hair, one of my eyes is a green-bluey colour and my other eye is brown, at the moment I'm wearing my black, torn skinny jeans, a grey singlet, a black and white plaid shirt with a hood, and some old, dusty worn down brown combat boots. I know, I'm snazzy. Oh, and I am 18.

My 19 year old brother, Steven (Steve for short) has dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and tan skin, unlike me who is the palest in the family. Steve is a friendly but very protective brother.

My 7 year old sister, Leah has bright blue eyes, black hair and is very shy, cheerful and kind, Leah has white, milky skin like me, but not as pale.

16 year old Penny, grey eyes, raven black hair, like mine and is short, Penny loves animals she has a boyfriend, Mike and is very careful not to hurt anyone, she is selfless.

My twin, PJ he looks exactly like me, same traits as me(except slightly more cheerful) although he has emerald green eyes, not like my green-blue brown eyes, PJ is also one of my best friends along with: Clem, Ellie, Dan and Skittles(Skittles' real name is Benjamin but he's so cheerful and happy, so we call him skittles(He's also Bi))

Troye, who is 17 he has light brown hair, blue eyes and is also gay, he's not a closet, and we still love him.

And then 8 year old Tyler he loves music, brown hair, grey eyes and he has his best friend, Josh(see what I Dun there, ha pun, I'm sorry, I know I'm not funny continue reading>>).

Yeah I know, six relatives, fun right? Well, at times they can be moody, annoying brats but most the time we get along like we're friends, it's kind of strange.
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One Hour Later
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Nothing has happened so far, all the biters don't really notice that we're in here.

I get up and head into the kitchen, I spot some palettes, I could use them to board up the window, with the thought still running through my head I pick them up, grab a hammer and some nails and head into the living room, starting to board up the windows.

As I go to hit the nail in the board I feel a metal object being placed at my throat and a hand snaking its way around my waist, I freeze. "Who are you?" He whispers in my ear. "D-Darcy" I stutter out too scared to form actual sentences. He removes the knife from my neck. "It's okay darlin, nothing to be scared of" he reassures, "I'm Kenneth, you can call me Kenny for short" I nod slowly, looking at him. "You have any people with ya?" His Texan accent visible. I shake my head. "I can stay with ya if you want, y'know if you're lonely, your choice" Kenny says. I look at him, thinking about what could go wrong or right. "That...that would be nice, y-yeah sure." I speak out. He smiles slightly. "How old are you?" I ask. "I am 19" he replies "you?" He continues. "18" I answer simply.

Realising Kenny still has his arm around my waist I blush lightly, yeah I know, we just met but the guy's attractive, don't judge me, you'd do the same thing, seriously have you seen him?

He has bright blue eyes, brown slightly curled hair, it's a pretty dark brown, with his cap perched atop his head, the small amount of stubble. He's wearing a grey shirt and dark blue jeans with brown boots laced on to his feet, he wields a gun, a machete and a knife.

I look at his face, realising he's been staring intensely at me, a small smirk dancing across his lips. I smile shyly at him, not knowing what else to do. He pulls me into him and hugs me, "you look lonely" he says. I'm pretty sure my face is the colour of an apple, luckily it's dark in here, he won't notice. "We should probably sleep" I mumble into his shoulder, he chuckles lightly, as we lay down on the couch, next to Sugar.

"Goodnight darlin" Kenny says facing the other way.

"Goodnight Kenny" I reply sleepily, hugging Sugar to my chest.