Creepers
Chapter 1
I ran, that’s really what
I’m best at anyway. My partner, Everett Rosenfield, was
right beside me. We were currently running down the dirt road we
have come to remember, huffing and puffing as we lug our army
styled backpacks on our backs, guns held closely in case anything
jumps out at us. My heart is pounding and I just want to get back
to the safe house. I hear a rustle in the bushes beside us and I
whip around with my gun raised, but Everett quickly shoves it
back down when he points to the squirrel running just past us.
We're both a bit edgy as we continue running down the
road.
I see the small trail leading to the safe house and I elbow Everett to get his attention. He follows my gaze towards the trail and nods. We hurry over to the trail and look around. When we see the coast is clear we run for it, sprinting along the path side by side, protecting each other’s backs from the unknown. When we see the safe house we knock the secret code on the door. We wait as we hear the door unlatch and high five each other for staying alive another day’s hike. When the door opens we are met by a smiling man who goes by the name of Hook.
Hook is pretty much our leader. Everyone calls him Hook because he has a hook where his left hand should be. He had lost it not too long ago fighting right beside Everett and I. Hook is the oldest of our small clan, about 50 years old. On his chin, he grows a long gray beard and kind of resembles a mean and nasty biker, but under his scary posterior is a nice old man. He kind of reminds me of Santa Claus, if I believed in such miracles anymore...
I smile back at him and hike up my pack as Everett and I walk in. “Another day’s work done and done,” I say.
Hook nods and looks over the both of us. “Did you get the supplies?”
Everett rummages through his bag for a moment before pulling out the supplies. A couple grenades, tnt, a lighter, and a couple other explosives. He throws them to Hook. “Of course we got ‘em. We’re your best team, we would never let you down.” He says and I laugh my agreement.
We all walk into the parlor of the old abandoned house. It’s a creepy old Victorian house, like what are always seen in the movies. The stairs creak when we walk up them and the paint is peeling off the walls. Some of the floorboards are sticking up out of the floor and it took some getting used to, so I didn't trip over them every other step. The place isn't too bad once you have a couple dozen people living there.
When we walk in we are greeted by a couple jeers from the guys. Sometimes it gets a little weird, since I’m the only girl around that fights with everyone else. There is one other girl, Sadie, who cooks and helps dress the wounded. That is, if there’s anything left of them. No one really pays her any attention anyway; she’s really just the maid.
Everett and I walk over to a table in the corner of the room. When we walk over one of the guys slaps me on the äss. He stops chuckling though when Everett shoots him a death glare. I blush slightly and he quickly leads me over to the table with his arm around my shoulder.
“Don’t let those guys treat you like you’re a piece of meat, Riley.” Everett scolds me in a hushed whisper.
“Yes, dad.” I roll my eyes at him and sigh. “I can take care of myself, Everett, don’t worry about it.”
I watch him take out a neatly wrapped sandwich from his bag and he splits it in two, handing me half. “Of course you can, but you’re my partner in crime. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
I smile, taking a bite from the sandwich and thinking back to before. “Hey, remember when we weren’t partners? Just best friends? And even before that, just classmates in math class?”
Everett scrunches his nose. “Yeah I remember.” He chuckles. “I also remember when the only gun I shot was on Xbox. And the only zombies I shot were in that game too.”
I focused my eyes on the dusty wooden table. “Yeah I remember that too.” I say in a sullen voice.
Everett looks over and his face softened, his smile dropping slightly. “Hey, we’ve made it this far. All we have to do is destroy that reactor at the power plant and get to the lab where they are making the vaccines so we can cure everyone.”
I nod. There are so many people out there in the woods, walking as the undead. It’s frightening to think of, even more so to see. My family and so many others, but hopefully we’ll get to the vaccine before it happens to us as well. “I know, Everett, sometimes it just scares me to think about it all. To think that just a couple months ago our lives were just as normal as they always were, and now there’s all of this.”
I see the small trail leading to the safe house and I elbow Everett to get his attention. He follows my gaze towards the trail and nods. We hurry over to the trail and look around. When we see the coast is clear we run for it, sprinting along the path side by side, protecting each other’s backs from the unknown. When we see the safe house we knock the secret code on the door. We wait as we hear the door unlatch and high five each other for staying alive another day’s hike. When the door opens we are met by a smiling man who goes by the name of Hook.
Hook is pretty much our leader. Everyone calls him Hook because he has a hook where his left hand should be. He had lost it not too long ago fighting right beside Everett and I. Hook is the oldest of our small clan, about 50 years old. On his chin, he grows a long gray beard and kind of resembles a mean and nasty biker, but under his scary posterior is a nice old man. He kind of reminds me of Santa Claus, if I believed in such miracles anymore...
I smile back at him and hike up my pack as Everett and I walk in. “Another day’s work done and done,” I say.
Hook nods and looks over the both of us. “Did you get the supplies?”
Everett rummages through his bag for a moment before pulling out the supplies. A couple grenades, tnt, a lighter, and a couple other explosives. He throws them to Hook. “Of course we got ‘em. We’re your best team, we would never let you down.” He says and I laugh my agreement.
We all walk into the parlor of the old abandoned house. It’s a creepy old Victorian house, like what are always seen in the movies. The stairs creak when we walk up them and the paint is peeling off the walls. Some of the floorboards are sticking up out of the floor and it took some getting used to, so I didn't trip over them every other step. The place isn't too bad once you have a couple dozen people living there.
When we walk in we are greeted by a couple jeers from the guys. Sometimes it gets a little weird, since I’m the only girl around that fights with everyone else. There is one other girl, Sadie, who cooks and helps dress the wounded. That is, if there’s anything left of them. No one really pays her any attention anyway; she’s really just the maid.
Everett and I walk over to a table in the corner of the room. When we walk over one of the guys slaps me on the äss. He stops chuckling though when Everett shoots him a death glare. I blush slightly and he quickly leads me over to the table with his arm around my shoulder.
“Don’t let those guys treat you like you’re a piece of meat, Riley.” Everett scolds me in a hushed whisper.
“Yes, dad.” I roll my eyes at him and sigh. “I can take care of myself, Everett, don’t worry about it.”
I watch him take out a neatly wrapped sandwich from his bag and he splits it in two, handing me half. “Of course you can, but you’re my partner in crime. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
I smile, taking a bite from the sandwich and thinking back to before. “Hey, remember when we weren’t partners? Just best friends? And even before that, just classmates in math class?”
Everett scrunches his nose. “Yeah I remember.” He chuckles. “I also remember when the only gun I shot was on Xbox. And the only zombies I shot were in that game too.”
I focused my eyes on the dusty wooden table. “Yeah I remember that too.” I say in a sullen voice.
Everett looks over and his face softened, his smile dropping slightly. “Hey, we’ve made it this far. All we have to do is destroy that reactor at the power plant and get to the lab where they are making the vaccines so we can cure everyone.”
I nod. There are so many people out there in the woods, walking as the undead. It’s frightening to think of, even more so to see. My family and so many others, but hopefully we’ll get to the vaccine before it happens to us as well. “I know, Everett, sometimes it just scares me to think about it all. To think that just a couple months ago our lives were just as normal as they always were, and now there’s all of this.”
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