New Age

Part 1

Everything started out normal, just like any other day. The sweltering heat of summer right before school lets out, ever boring school, my parents downstairs doing whatever parents do, and my best man, Blake, and I in my room along video games. The kind where you shoot zombies, ironically. Although, zombie apocalypses don't play out in real life quite like they do in video games. You're not always the hero in real life. You can't start over in real life. Now that I think about it, all the signs were there, just no one bothered to notice them. The very idea was too far fetched. Too sifi. Sure, people had been getting strangely ill and were disappearing, be "quarantined by the government". We even had the dude in a while lab coat telling all us sheep that everything was under control and we needn't worry. That's, like, the hugest red flag ever! Still, no one noticed. No one expected this. Heck, I didn't notice anything until it was far too late. They were already here. In my own house.

Blake and I were screaming at each other, as per usual, while playing out game. He would shove my shoulder and I would shove his shoulder and he would shove mine in an attempt to get the other to mess up. Sometime, in the course of the game, someone started banging on the front door. Now, I say banging instead of knocking because it really wasnt knocking, it was too loud, to sporadic, with storage sliding thumps in between. Whoever it was was going at it like they were trying to break the door down. If I was smart, if I wasn't so caught up in the game, I might have actually gotten off my butt and pulled back the curtains and glanced out the window. If I had done that, then maybe things would have been different. Of I had just looked out the window, I would have seen everything. The car crashes, burning buildings, people running and screaming, followed by the strange, shambling, blood and bite mark covered things. Heck, if I had even turned the volume of the game down, I would have been able to hear the screams, explosions and crashes. But I didn't do either of these things. I did hear the sound of my mother yelling "Coming, coming!" from downstairs, though, as she moved to open the door. I didn't think anything of it until I heard a crash, followed by the sound of my mother screaming, her screams ubruptly, forebodingly cut off. Blake and I both jumped up, pausing the game and causing the sound to shut off, finally letting us hear the sounds of death and destruction all around us. We looked at each other horror before dashing out if my room and to the stairs. The sight that met us brought us both to stunned halts. There, lying in front of the open front door, my mother's body was sprawled. Her lifeless eyes were wide and her mouth opened in a silent scream as things leaned over her, tearing into her flesh. There's no way that we wouldn't realize what they were, I mean, typical teenage boys here. Although, it's so obvious that even a blind person would be able to tell that they were zombies. Real life zombies. Blake and I stood frozen at the top of the stairs in shock as my dad ran into the entry way, only pausing for a moment as he realize what was happening, before charging into the mini mob surrounding my mother's body and started trying to get them away from her. The zombies snapped and growled at him, protecting their meal, before one of them managed to bite a nice chunk of his arm off. He screamed and flailed backwards while the zombies went back to eating my mother. After a few moments, Blake and I began to notice changes in my dad, he stopped yelling and flailing, let his arms hang lip by his sides and hunched over a little. He started to make weird sounds, like he couldn't talk and shambles over to the zombies, dragging his feet. This time they didn't attack him, even when he grabbed mom and took a bite out of her himself. My hand flew to my mouth and I let out a strangled sob, causing the zombies to all look up at Blake and I, noticing us for the first time. Blake, being less in shock than I was, grabbed my arm and half dragged me to my room when some of them strayed crawling up the stairs. He slammed the door shut and shoved my dresser across it before taking me by my shoulders and shaking me to get my attention. Once he finally got said attention he looked at me very seriously and said,
"Listen, Caleb, go to the tree house we built I the woods and get up there. I'll meet you there once I check on my family. I just have to know if their ok."
I nodded number as he ran across my room and flung my window open. Right out side my window, there was a big tree that Blake and I had often used to sneak in and out of my room, and there didn't appear to be any zombies in the near vicinity. So we both scaled down the tree and took off at dead runs in different directions. Him towards his house a couple streets down from mine, and me towards the woods, where we built a tree house a couple years back. I lost sight of him quickly, too sacred to risk looking behind me. At this point the streets were deceivingly quiet, though I occasionally would hear crashes from inside the houses, or screams that were cut off all to quickly, though those were better than the drawn out, tortured screams. Right when I got to the edge of the woods was when I saw a massive horde of zombies crowding into the trees. As quietly as I could I began sneaking towards the woods, towards the path I know like the back of my hand. I managed to get into the trees by ducking behind multiple sheds, cutting through people's destroyed lawns and even hitting the ground once. Finally, after about twenty minutes of sneaking for my life, the tree house, with its hanging rope ladder that promised safety came into view. I broke into a flat out run for the tree house. When I was within a couple of feet of the ladder, a strangely moist, bloated hand grabbed my wrist, jerking me to a halt. I looked back in horror to see on of the zombies holding me, getting ready to take a nice big bite. Instincts took over and I screamed before kicking it in the stomach and making it fly away from me. Of course, it's car just had to stay attached while the test of it when flying. I screamed again, shaking the detached arm from me before scaling that later way faster than I ever had before and hauling the ladder itself up after me. Once relatively safe, I glance down to see a growing group of zombies gathering below me. Good thing that Blake and I had thought to stock the tree house with about a weeks worth of provisions...

So, that's where I am now. Still stuck in my tree house with zombies milling about under me. As I have been for the past week and a half and I'm clean out of supplies.

Well, there's that. Please vote and comment and make my day!! I love y'all!!

CA out~~