~Third person POV~
The man gently pulled aside the cloth over the window. He paused and looked out, hoping for some change. Even just a small one. No different. It was the same as it was every day, getting worse. He quickly slid the makeshift cover over the glass pane as someones bleeding ankles stumbled past. He could hear the screams of the infected crawling in the streets as death slowly took them. He rubbed the back of his neck and backed away from the window.
The room, though dark, was hot and humid. The stale air didn't move which made it almost unbearably sweltering. Only a pale beam of brown light fell from the one window, still intact. It probably wouldn't be for much longer. Some crazy would try and bust through soon enough.
"Daddy?" A small voice asked behind him. The man turned around to see his seven-year-old son and daughter approaching him.
"Look what we found!" The young boy held up a picture frame. Inside was a faded picture of a beautiful woman. Her brown hair fell in waves to her shoulders. She smiled brightly with a twinkle in her brown eyes.
He took the frame from the boy and knelt down in front of the twins.
"That's momma isn't it?" The little girl asked innocently.
The man nodded, "Yes."
"Why'd she have to go?"
"Some things just happen. We don't always understand," He tried to smile but the brokenness he felt on the inside made it difficult.
"And baby sister is with her right? They're in heaven happy right?" The little boy questioned in concern.
The man put the picture frame on the shelf, "Yes Daniel. Your mom and baby sister are in heaven waiting for us." He pulled his children into his arms and hugged them close, "I'm going to look for food. You stay right here. Don't move."
They nodded.
When the man returned to the underground haven he dropped the sack of supplies he had gathered to the dust. The rusted front door of the old house was open. He ran inside, nearly tripping on a dead crank, and ran to the side room. The metal door to the basement was wide open. He dashed down the stairs, "Daniel? Zoe?" He called out into the darkness. The man's heart slammed in his chest as he searched for his kids. A piece of paper was on the crumbling table.
It read:
W.C.K.D is good.
W.C.K.D.
He slammed his fist on the hard wooden surface. He knew what he had to do. The man busied himself packing for his trip. He grabbed his knives, the little food that he found in an old factory outside of town, and some water. He rolled it all up in a blanket and tied it with rope to his backpack. Before he packed it and after gently fingering his wife's picture he said, "Don't worry. I'll find them."
He swore it to himself.
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10 years later...
I awoke to the sound of shouting. Lights flashed. My brain was foggy, my body ached, and I felt like throwing up. I could hear the thrum of a motor and the sound of voices calling out commands.
"Zoe?" Someone asked. I felt everything around me shake.
"We gotta go baby!"
"Newt?"
"Get going!" A man yelled.
"Right here darling." Newt's eyes appeared.
I jolted out of my shock. He grabbed my hand and helped me out of the helicopter. My numb legs folded under me. Newt put his arm around me and dragged me with him towards the doors of the building. All around us men in uniforms with large weapons called to each other. Screams echoed in the darkness. Raw, and harrowing. Inhuman snarls filled the air. I tripped over a stone and fell into the sand. Newt knelt down for a moment, "Come on Zozo. We're almost there!" He helped me up.
"Cranks!" Someone yelled. "We got cranks!"
Men ran past us with guns. They began firing into the darkness.
I looked at the high sandbars around the platform we ran across. Staggering creatures slid in the sand towards us. Gunshots filled the air as we all were ushered into the building. The doors clicked shut behind us with a clunk. Thomas walked forward, wobbling slightly. He looked around.
I glanced at the people next to me. Newt, Minho, Teresa, Thomas, Winston, Frypan, Daniel, and Molly all stood in front of me. Daniel and Newt both stood by me. Daniel on the left, newt on the right. People rushed about doing various tasks.
"What is this place?" Molly looked around. Minho held his arm in front of her.
"What were those things out there?" Winston leaned over and asked.
Daniel shrugged.
I noticed a man approaching. He wore a shield over his face. Two other men came with him.
They ushered us forward quickly. Newt held my wrist gently as we walked through the facility. The guard opened a door. We all walked in and paused.
"What's going on?" Thomas asked.
"Nothing we can't handle," The white-haired guy said before he shut the door.
Thomas slammed on the door, "Hey let us out!"
The lights came on.
A table sat in the center of the storage room filled with food. All kinds of it. 8 plates were set out with forks.
"Woah," Daniel said.
"Dibs on the rice!" Frypan yelled as we all ran forward.
We grabbed the plates and began piling our plates. Newt bit into a large piece of meat, "Oh man."
I sat down with Molly and Teresa and used the provided forks. The three of us watched as the boys inhaled whatever they got their hands on. We exchanged a laugh as Minho drank water straight out of the pitcher.
"This is way better than frypans slop," Winston laughed as He chewed a mouthful of bread.
I put two more scoops of rice on my plate and grabbed a chicken leg. Molly grabbed us more bread before the boys ate it all. I ate way more than I should have but in my defense I was eating for two. We all gorged ourselves on whatever was there. Potatoes, bread, rice, vegetables, chicken legs. There was even steak. Daniel stole two steaks off the platter and tossed one to me. I ate it like a cookie.
Newt sat beside me with his plate crammed full of potatoes and steak, "Man I could get used to this."
I leaned on him and stole a forkful of potato off his dish. He put some on my plate. We kissed and went back to eating. Winston tossed a bread crust at Frypan. Soon we were all tossing the leftovers at each other.
"Not the rice!" Frypan protested as Molly threw a handful of white grains at Teresa. Newt flicked a bean at me.
When we had eaten everything we could hold we collapsed on a pile of sacks.
"Man, I don't know who these guys are but they sure can cook," Frypan said and took another bite of bread.
I was lying down with my head in Newt's lap. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so full, or so comfortable. Newt fingered my hair gently. I looked over to see Molly sitting at the table kissing Minho who was lying on it.
"We don't even know who these people are," Teresa stated.
"Well we know they're not friends of W.C.K.D," Newt replied.
Minho sat up, "That's good enough for me. You guys think too much. We are free. Enjoy it."
"Except we're not really free," Molly replied. "I mean we're locked in this room."
"The creators never fed us this good," Daniel said and burped loudly. I reach over and slapped his leg, "Manners!"
"Yes mom!" He teased and threw a random pea at me.
I pulled myself up and sat between Newt's legs. My husband wrapped his long arms around my waist and pulled me back against his chest. He rested his chin on my head as I closed my eyes for a few minutes.
I must have fallen asleep because my eyes blinked open when I heard a clunk in the distance.
"Sorry," I mumbled as I sat up. I fell asleep on Newt.
He smiled and kissed me, "Don't be. I think I passed out myself for a bit."
"How are you?"
He shrugged, "I'm fine. How are you?"
I shrugged, "Everything."
Newt and I held each other for a few moments.
"I can't believe he's gone," I choked with tears filling my eyes.
My husband started to say something but was interrupted.
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Okay I had to add the food fight deleted scene! I love it XD Should have been in the movie. We were ROBBED!
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