The Walkers

Prologue

"Dirk!" His mom shouts from the downstairs, her voice echoing through the old house like a bee in a drainpipe. Dirk rolls his eyes, groaning, before he rushes down the stairs. "Coooooommmmmming!" He shouts back, his voice bobbing in and out as he hops down each step. "Oh, don't start bitching. Do the dishes." She scoffs out, glaring at him as he goes by. "That's what I'm doing." He hisses quietly as he starts to empty the dishwasher.

After he finishes he rushes back upstairs, getting a alert on his phone,

WARNING: DEADLY VIRUS SPREADING QUICKLY ACROSS COUNTRY. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR HOME. DO NOT LET ANOTHER HUMAN BITE YOU OR MAKE BLOOD CONTACT.

He deletes the message, pushing it away, knowing it wouldn't reach Tennessee. Nothing reaches Tennessee.

The next morning he is awoke by a scream and a crash. He hops out of bed and rushes downstairs, his blood rushing in his head and makoing his body heavy and it hard to see. 'Damnit! What the hell?-' He thinks, turning the corner and seeing. Seeing exactly what happened. His mothers flesh was being ripped from her from a 'man.' She cries out, pleading him for help as he watches desperately. 'This isn't real. A dream. A nightmare. This isn't real.' He thinks before snapping back to reality and rushing over to the table across the livingroom and grabbing the pistol, turning and shakiky aiming it at the man and shooting him between the eyes before the gun clicks out of his hands and onto the floor. His ears ring from the mildly loud explosion and his heart races faster than his mind. He rushes to his mother that's crying out on the floor, her scarlet blood spreading across the carpet. She gasps fpr air as Dirk cuffs her face, crying as well. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whimpers out, his voice barely able to hold. He feels her warm blood in his hands and cries harder, weeping his sorrows till his mom is dead in his arms.