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Take a Breath, Say Goodbye

Chapter Seven

“Okay, I have the kit, what- where’s the person Jack?” Alex had walked into the lounge and Jack was just stood watching out of the lounge windows. Alex turned and looked to the patio, but the only thing left was a stream of blood down his windows.
“Jack?” The man still hadn’t responded to Alex, was transfixed on something outside of the front of Alex’s house. Alex could see something shift inside of Jack and the man started visibly shaking in front of him. Alex stepped up to Jack and wrapped a hand around his wrist to spin him around to face him.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Jack’s face was distorted in horror, his lip quivering. He was deathly white, Alex selfishly thought ‘I wish my sheets were that white’ before returning to the task at hand.
“Jack, hey, c’mon what’s wrong” Jack’s cheeks blew out like he was about to vomit and he just shook his head. Alex lead him to the sofa and sat him down with a cushion before returning to the window to see what had shook his friend so badly.

What Alex was not prepared for, was the carnage outside.

Jack had just arrived ten minutes ago, how had so much happened? Ten minutes! Ten fucking minutes. That’s all it had taken. Alex’s garden looked as blissfully adorable (or so he told himself). But take a few steps outside of the gate, and it was like the fucking world was ending. Heck… the fucking world WAS ending. How Alex and Jack had missed the sound of the house opposite exploding into flames – Alex had no idea, but there it was, right in front of him. Flames were licking at the front of the house, flicking out of the windows at the pace of a snake’s tongue. Immediately, Alex’s brain went ‘come on dickwad, go save them!’ Something out of Alex’s control told him that was a bad idea. He flinched as a hand grasped his shoulder, but relaxed when he realised it was Jack. Jack didn’t say anything, simply pointed a finger a little way past the house, and Alex saw what had rooted his friend to the spot and rendered him completely speechless.

He could see a hand, just, protruding from what looked like a pile-on. Alex would have assumed the pile-on was just some fun, had there not been fountains of blood shooting into the air from spaces in between the bodies. It didn’t register to Alex, all that was going through his head was ‘I know exactly why Jack couldn’t move’. He was frozen to the spot. Literally as if someone had glued his shoes to the floor and his shoes to his feet. Fear hit him like a freight train when he saw the pile-on dissipate, the people on the top taking limbs with them. Stringy bits of flesh hung from the ends as the feral people raced in different directions, towards people who were running to the fire, to the commotion. Alex wanted to shout, to tell everyone to turn back, but his mouth just hung open and nothing came out. He felt Jack drop his head into his shoulder and Alex put a hand in his hair and tipped his head so he was leaning onto Jack. Neither of them knew what to say. They just watched the chaos unfold before them.

Something snapped in Alex the same time a bloody hand threw itself against the window. Full blown panic mode started clawing its way up his throat. He felt Jack tense against him and knew they’d experienced the same sensation. Both of the men fell backwards and tangled together on the floor. Alex was the first to untangle himself and he threw himself as far backwards away from the window as he could, pulling Jack with him by the left shoulder. The hand slid tantalisingly slowly down the window and Jack pulled a face as the hand grasped the windowsill outside and heaved. The arm attached to the hand was wearing a sweet watch, and Jack laughed at the irony. There was nothing funny about the situation, and Jack stopped when Alex looked at him questioningly, as if he was going mad. A tuft of ginger hair appeared, just in the men’s line of sight, as another hand, this one watch-less, grasped the window sill along with the other and heaved an entire body into sight.

Both men recoiled further from the moment the eyes met theirs. White, almost completely, apart from the maze of red veins striking their way through the blinding shade. Blinking rapidly, with blood dripping from several areas on the face. The mouth was the worst affected area. There were cracks around the lips, not on them legitimately around them, like the skin was made of clay and had cracked when it dried. The cracked skin was deathly black, horribly contrasting with the stark white of the eyes. Jack and Alex didn’t even see the blood on the mouth, it having congealed and merged with the black of the dead, fissured skin.
“Alex, Alex we need to get up and move out of the living room” Jack was the first to speak, the first to recover. His mind wouldn’t register what was happening, because this didn’t happen in real life. This didn’t happen to Jack Barakat. But the evidence was right there before him. Alex just opened and shut his mouth a few times and then jumped in fright when Jack punched him in the arm.
“Wake the fuck up! We gotta move”
“J-jack they’re fuck- fucking z-z-“
“Zombies. Say it Alex. Now get up!”
“B-but Jack, what do we- we can’t leave him!”
“What the fuck can we do Alex, really? C’mon, move, more might show up, and then we would be royally fucked up the ass, COME ON!” Jack gave up shouting and just hoisted Alex onto his feet, pushing him in the direction of the door that led to the hallway.
“Go upstairs, grab something heavy, then come back down, pack some food in a bag, I’ll wait here and make sure none more come, call Rian, get the down low on whether this is just happening here, and sort out a safe place to meet. NOW ALEX!”

Alex was astounded at how well Jack was handling this, it was as if this is what he’d planned for his whole life. Alex, however, was torn in two. He was absolutely terrified. Zombies. Fucking zombies. Who’d have thought. All those times he’d talked about how awesome a zombie apocalypse would be. It was all hypothetical, he hadn’t meant it! He found the baseball bat he kept behind his bedside table and grabbed a backpack from the wardrobe, rushing down the stairs he saw Jack with his head poised around the door, and patted him on the shoulder.
“What food do you want man?”
“Anything, everything, take it all” Alex left it at that, trying to ignore the tears streaming down Jack’s cheeks.

Jack stepped back into the living room. He needed too. Just one more time. He walked up to the window and put his hand against the bloody hand print the decaying corpse outside had plastered against the window. The hand on the outside was disgustingly dirty, the black fissures from around the mouth spreading across the palm. Jack put his forehead against the window and felt the tears flow freely. He stepped back again and felt a twist in his heart. A pain he hoped he’d never feel again.

Alex shouted from the kitchen that he needed help shutting the backpack and Jack turned to leave. At the door he turned back again and looked as hard as he could at the walking corpse that was dully striking the window with it’s fist. He walked out into the hallway and shut the door, but Alex had heard what he’d whispered before he’d left.

“See ya later Zack buddy”

Notes

I'm sorry for leaving it so long again! I really didn't want to rush this chapter!

Comments

This fic is cool, update please :D
MayaBenn MayaBenn
3/30/13
OMFG
ZOMBIES WHAAAAAT
ZACK IS A ZOMBIE? I WANT TO DIE, HE DIDNT DESERVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!
but ignoring the pain of knowing zack is a freaking zombie, i loved the context haha i would freak out and cry like a little baby or try to escape but then a zombie would probably bite me and i die
they will run away???? for where??????
@SaraBethGaskarth
Legit!
alxgskrth alxgskrth
3/8/13
well that escalated quickly O_O
@alxgskrth
WHAAAAAAAAAT
WHO THE FUCK IS THIS SHITTY PERSON? TELL ME
OR UPDATE TODAY
I NEED TO KNOW