March 19, 2014

I follow the four men inside the building they all spread out looking for supplies, the Elijah boy stands watch. Though he mostly just stares at his sisters cadaver.
“Hey.” I jump when I hear the deep voice behind me, I turn to stand face to face with the man who seemed to act as the leader of their little group.
“Hi.” I smile at him trying to be polite.
“I didn’t catch your name.” He stares down at me intensely trying to understand my features,
“That’s because I don’t have one.” I sigh and look up at the man who raises a critical eyebrow.
“What do people call you then?”
“My captain always called me X and you?” I shift my weight letting my life in the military take hold. My shoulders broaden and I cross my arms trying to make my biceps look larger.
“Zack,” He smirks down at me. “Are you with anybody?”
“No. I was. But I lost them.” I half heartedly smile up at him, deciding it’s best to be honest with him. Being in a group would not be a bad thing for me.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He smiles sympathetically down at me, “Thank you for saving our lives today.”
“You would have been able to get out on your own. I just needed supplies.” I sigh and begin to walk, Zack follows me.
“Do you have a camp?” He asks,
“Not yet.” I comment dryly, “Though I’m looking for one now. I haven’t been able to stay in one place for very long.”
“Then you can camp with us for tonight. In thanks I guess. We can see what else tomorrow morning.” Zack puts a hand on my shoulder, I listen as he walks away.
“Thank you.” I say hoping he hears.
We all scavenge what we can from the huge store. I manage to break into the back area where I find some arrows that were overlooked by the people who raided out the guns that must have been here.
Zack calls everybody in, Elijah carries the body of his sister to a truck, and lays her in the trunk. All of the rest of us pile in, the car ride is terrible. Harldy enough breathing room plus the sink of the geek in the trunk.
We pull up to a old hotel in the very outskirts of the city. The whole building wraps around a small parking lot that is blocked off by a makeshift wall of wrecked cars and two large busses. The man with the lip piercing, who I’ve gathered is named Matt, jumps out of the car immediately and runs up to one of the busses that door is open.
Zack, The boy Eli and the guy who I’ve gathered named Rian all get out of the car pulling the dead geek out of the trunk. Five more people jump out of the tour bus following Matt. One with auburn hair carries a shovel as well as a Mexican man with a piercing on his mouth. They walk out to a small yard that is behind a house, I see a row of brown piles with Stones with words painted on them.
The first one I walk up to has,

Victor Fuentes
Never Dead

Painted on it. I walk down the line reading the headstones,

Jamie Precardo
Even smiles in death

Evan Kirkenall
A friend forever

Ian Planet

The two people with the shovels begin another row, as Eli holds his sister, ordering her out. Straightening her clothes and hair, relaxing her facial expression.
“Who are you?” A tall man walks over to me from where I stand over Victors grave. I look over at the man,
“My name is X.”
“Jack.” He smiles and holds a hand out to me, “Why are you here?”
“I helped those guys out of the store they were caught in. I fought with them. The guy Zack said I should join your group for the night, because I have nobody.” Jack nods and stands next to me, looking down at the grave.
“Vic.” He sighs, “Do you know who he is?” Jack looks over at me.
“I don’t know who anybody is. Was he famous or something?” I look up at the saddened expression on Jacks face.
“He was in a band called Pierce The Veil. He was the first one we lost. He was warning us about all the infected. Then he saved the idiot next to him. Jamie. He was getting attacked. Vic ran up and got the Zombie off of him. Jamie thought he would get better. They were like brothers, Jamie got bit by the sick Victor.”
“That’s horrible.” I whisper.
“Where were you when it started?” Jack looks down at me,
“I uhm…” I close my eyes remembering…


November 21, 2013

“You are all going up to the Canadian-American border. A new disease has emerged. Turning people into cannibals. It’s spread by contact with the blood. We need you to defend our country. Shoot every single one you see in the head. That’s the only way to kill them. You have trained all of your life for this moment. Good Luck.” General Feller Stands at the end of the bus informing us of our mission. I look over to my left to see Ethan, my best friend since childhood. He stares right at me with a fearful look in his eyes.
“You ready?” I grin at him. Excited to finally get to go out in open battle.
“As I’ll ever be.” He takes his hand off the weapon in his lap and reaches over taking mine. “Stay near me okay? I overheard the general talking to Rachel. This is far worse then he makes it sound.” I nod at him. H squeezes my hand and looks forward. Not letting go for the duration of the Five hour drive. The people around us talk eagerly. We interject in every once in a while, But Ethan is clearly not himself and is very nervous.
The truck pulls to a stop and the doors open, all ten of us pile out faced immediately with a wall of brutal battle. Millions of military personal fighting people with missing limbs or bullet holes in their chest.
I take a step to see a soldier with a gash in his neck laying on the ground completely dead. No movement and lifeless eyes. I recognize his face. I went on a mission with him to kill a terrorist leader, Bin Laden.
His face twists up as he begins to get back on his feet. The clean white irises of a human turned a thick shade of yellow. His dead eyes lock on me and he begins to stumble his way over to me.
“TURTLE!” Ethan screams behind me and runs up next to me just as the man reaches me, immediately putting a bullet in his head.
“Thanks.”