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All This Madness

The Virus: How It Began.

"--Talks of rebellion are spreading through the states--"


"--Families living in poverty are threatening to riot--"


"--There's nothing left here. Unless you have a government job, you can expect to go hungry this week."


Every television station said the same thing and they were right. There wasn't anything left anymore. The United States had gotten so far into debt, everything started to shut down. It started out as local businesses no longer being able to afford the buildings they were renting, but slowly major chains started to fall off of the map. If you were hungry, you were growing your own food. Taco Bell, McDonalds, things like that - they were gone. Grocery stores? They were one of the first to go. People could afford a dollar meal, but they couldn't afford to pay extra for necessities. Everything was withering away. Public schools were gone. Gas stations went out of business because people couldn't afford the gas. People were dying off by the second, from hunger, from depression, from people losing their minds so much they set fire to a random home, just to feel better. It was complete and total chaos.


We were all scared, every single one of us. No matter where we went, there was more destruction. We were starving, we were broke, we had nothing left expect the clothes in our closets and the dirty water coming through the faucet. But it's not like we didn't see this coming. America is nothing like it used to be and neither are the people who live in the states. What it was like out there, in other countries, we have no idea. The only media we had left to keep us in touch with even our own cities were people filming in their basements (mostly ex-anchors), and if you were lucky enough to know how to rig up your television to get the feed, you knew it was probably best that you didn't see how bad things were elsewhere.


What we didn't see coming was the CDC becoming part of the rebellion. Sure, we didn't have much left to live for, but that didn't mean that we wanted to die. Not like this. It started out as a common cold, airborne, as we heard it. Left and right, people were hacking up a lung and rubbing their noses raw. Then it took a turn for the worst. People... They started to change, drastically. They became angry and foul, responding with grunts and growls instead of words, completely distancing themselves from their families and friends. Their skin grew sickly pale and they lost freakish amounts of weight because they refused to eat. Everyone assume it was just a severe illness that we couldn't cure, because no one would be able to afford it. And then, they died off. Everyone who had gotten sick just dropped dead.


This seemed normal, given the state they were in before they passed. Honestly, most people were just lucky they didn't catch this 'airborne sickness.' That was the first thing that didn't make sense. Wouldn't we all have gotten it? I knew there were other families out there much like our own. Mama was the only one in our house that was allowed to leave. She said Victoria and myself were big enough, or strong enough, to take on some of the weirdo's out there. In a way, it made sense that she was the only one to get sick, but when she was gone, Tori and I liked to open the windows and breathe in the fresh air. It smelled so much better than the musk of our basement, even if it was clouded with smoke.


Of course, the fact that it made mild sense didn't make it any easier to live with a woman who tried to attack me left and right like a rabid animal. I had to keep mama locked in the storage room of the basement, mostly to keep her away from Tori. She was so young and so dependent on mama that she didn't understand why we couldn't go near her anymore. Just like she didn't understand what happened when mama let out that horrific scream, started banging on the storage room door and then grew deathly silent. I had to keep my eight-year-old sister behind my back as the door slowly creaked open to reveal mama's dead body, her lifeless eyes still burning holes in my head. I'll never forget the cry Victoria let out, nor will I forget the way my heart felt when it shattered. I remember pushing Tori into the 'living' area we had set up, then running to mama's side. Her body was so cold, and yet, she still had a pulse.


"Riot," Victoria called from the living area, I could hear panic in her voice. But then I heard her turn the television up, so I honestly thougth she was commenting on a riot that had recently broken out or something. I didn't really care either way, I was too busy trying to figure out what happened to mama. "R-Riot, c-come h-here!"


She was definitely talking to me now. It took everything in me to pull myself from mama's side, but Tori needed me more. My body rushed into the living area, only to see an actual newcast. It was from a real station, in a real studio. Sometime I hadn't seen in months. Panic filled my gut. Something had to be terribly wrong for this to happen. Grabbing Tori by the shoulders, we moved closer to the screen, watching the woman in her fancy suit tell us all what was happening.


"-- Many people have died because of this, including my co-host, David Renolds. We are sending this broadcast to those of you who still have a television, or a home, in hopes to save your lives. We recently recieved a message from the CDC. What we all believed to be a progressed illness, is in fact, a virus. When the CDC found out they were being closed down because of lack of funds, they released their most deadly virus into the public water. Anyone who drank it became ill. We have now witnessed the severity of this virus. Those you loved, who have died from this virus, are not truly dead. Their bodies are being completely taken over by the virus. They will wake up, the time frame depending on how much of the water they drank, but they will not be themselves. When they awake, no matter how hard it is, you need to shoot them or stab them in the head. They will attack you, and if they bite you, you will become one of them. Remember, these people are no longer you family or friends. The person you love is dead, living in their bodies is a virus. Don't spare anyone. Destroy their brain! This is the only warning you will recieve, America. From my heart, to yours, I hope you survive."


My throat was dry. I tried to blink, I tried to breathe, but nothing worked. My baby sister was clinging to my side, tears spilling down her cheeks. We both knew mama was going to turn into one of those things, and we both knew I had to stop her. Inhaling a sharp breath, I grabbed a shovel by the basement door. There was nothing else for me to use. Mama had a gun, but she never taught me how to shoot it. My arm was shaking by the time we reached the storage room. Mama's body was thrashing all over the place, a foamy white liquid coming from her mouth.

Through her glazed eyes, I could see blood. Her skin almost looked like it was being burned off by acid, but only a few spots, not to mention the amount of brusing coming to her skin from banging against the concrete floor. I winced, a gasp coming from my lips as I pulled Victoria into my arms. Her back was turned to mama so she couldn't see, but I saw everything. I saw mama turn her head when the seizure was over. I saw the yellow in her eyes, in between the blood lines. I saw her smile.


The woman I loved and admired for years slowly stood up off the ground, dragging her legs towards us. I shoved Tori's body off of my own, trying not to pay attention to her as her back his the concrete. She didn't need to see this. Tears were now running down my own cheeks as mama started to growl. She extended her arms, clawing at the air as she slowly made her way towards me. Part of me wanted to vomit, because she looked as if her skin were rotting, but part of me wanted to push that aside and fix her. But I couldn't fix this.


Mama was half way across the room when she stopped dead in her tracks. She stood up straight, so straight that her back cracked, and let out the most God awful noise I'd ever heard. With that, she came running towards me at an alarmingly fast pace. I tensed up, reaching for the shovel just before she lunged at me. We stumbled forward, from her weight and the weight of the shovel, me landing on top of mama. She was unnaturally strong, clinging to one of my arms as the other yanked at my hair. Her jaw kept opening and closing, like she was trying to bite me.. Trying to eat me. I let out my own scream, begging Tori to get her off of me. My younger sister came running into the room, bawling her eyes out, and kicked mama right in the cheek.


This made mama let go of me and go after Tori. She was mad now, even more dangerous. My fingers wrapped tighter around the wood, and just before mama could take Tori to the ground, the shovel came in contact with her head. I heard a loud pop, which I could only guess to be mama's skull, and Tori ran out of the room. Mama's body hit the ground, yet she still rolled over on her back and tried to claw at me. The anchor was right - this woman wasn't my mother anymore. In a fit of sobs, I brought the shovel to face again, and then again, and then again; until there was nothing left.


Throwing the shovel across the room, I bolted out of the door and locked it behind me. Tori was curled up on the couch, cying so loudly her voice had already gone hoarse. I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her forehead, trying to make it easier on her, but this was another thing I couldn't fix.


"We can't stay here, Tori," I whispered, wiping her damp hair away from her sad face. "I want you to upstairs and fill back-pack up with some clothes and as much food as you can fit, okay?"


Tori couldn't breathe she was crying so hard, but she nodded her small head and climbed the stairs. When she was out of sight, I grabbed mama's purse, checking to make sure the gun was still there. Confirming that it was, I followed her, going to my bedroom to find my own, much larger bag. Most of my things had cobwebs on them, because mama didn't let us come upstairs anymore. She said it was too much of a risk. People had gone crazy, if they knew we were here, they probably would have burned our house to the ground.


I loaded the bag with a few of my clothes, along with some mouth wash, because Tori couldn't stand her teeth not being clean. I also grabbed our first-aid kit, some extra food and drinks, and a family picture we'd taken when Daddy was still around. With a sigh, I zipped it up, knowing that we'd need more but also knowing we couldn't take it.


"Riot," Tori sniffed from the stairs, a jacket over her shoulders now. "I'm ready, but what are we gonna do with mama? We can't just leave her like that!"


"We don't have a choice, Tori," I sighed, not wanting to explain to my sister why we couldn't bury mama. "I need you to be brave and strong, okay? I don't know what it's like out there."


"Mama says it's not safe for us to walk out there, Ri," she frowned. "I think we should listen to her."


"Yeah, so do I. That's why we're taking her car. She hasn't driven it in months, I know there's gas in it."


Victoria nodded, her feet dragging the whole way down the stairs. She joined me by the door, watching carefully as I took the keys from the side table and inhaled a sharp breath. With tears in my eyes, I pulled open the door, my heart quickening when I noticed how silent the forest was around us. My body was shaking as I pulled Victoria forward, both of us running towards mama's car. We climbed in, locking the doors immediantly, praying to God that we'd find somewhere safe.


"Riot, I'm scared."


"I know, baby," I started the engine, a stray tear running down my cheek. "Me too."

Notes

I know this isn't very realistic, but I thought it'd be a good start. You know, everyone talking about how the world is going to shit and all. Not to mention, I have a ridiculous fear of zombies and someone mentioned to me that writing about it might help. So far, nothing. ha-ha.

Anyway, the boys will be brought into the story soon, just want you guys to get a feel for it first. Thoughts, anyone?! <3.

Comments

@BreakingJessie_x
Hell yeah!

Nevin.R Nevin.R
1/16/14

@Nevin.R
So you're in favor of a sequel?

this is so good! love it :D

Nevin.R Nevin.R
1/15/14

@shadybabii
I may or may not be working on one. ;]

omg sequal her and zack can't end there

shadybabii shadybabii
1/13/14