The Dixons Rises

Prologue

Birthday Surprise

"April if I have to smack you again I will!" Dad shouted on the top of his lungs. I comfort my sister as she holds her face in her palm. Dad hit her pretty hard this time. "Ella remember when we ran away for a week?" she asked me with eyes full of tears. "Yes, I do why?" I responded. She smiled "Those were the good old days when we actually were happy." I smiled back "April, we were happy to be out of hell for once." She smiled and hugged me April is Always hugging me. I never am the one for hugs but for her and situations like these I let it happen.

Dad randomly comes running in "Ella get your ass over here." I could smell the hint of alcohol on him, Moonshine to be exact. He grabs me and starts beating me with his belt all over my back. I cried, April looked frighten. All I remember is passing out after that horrifying event.

I woke up at one in the morning the exact time April and I were born, today was our twelve birthday. "April get up! It's our birthday!" I shouted shaking her. She woke up and hugged me. "Happy birthday Stella." She stated, I rolled my eyes "Don't call me that." I jumped off the bunk bed. By this time I usually get a call from Merle, to hear our "happy birthday darling." We didn't get the call we get it normally around one thirty. We got nothing; the odd thing is he never forgets.

Daryl normally comes in at two in the morning shouting it. He isn't home since yesterday.

April and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. We ran down stairs to look in the fridge, on our birthday we normally treat ourselves with Moonshine. There wasn't any for once. "Our tradition of our birthday isn't going right," I said grabbing two beer bottles out of the fridge. We ran back up stairs and sat on our bed drinking the bud lighting we had. "Ella if mom was here where do you thinks she would take us." April brought up our mother again. She died when we were a year old first birthday she took us to petting zoo. The thing is April doesn't remember our mom isn't a usual mother, she was messed up she died in the house that caught on fire while she was smoking crack. Merle was twelve when that happened. "Who knows" I responded looking at my bottle.

I drank the last of what was in my bottle. April still had a half bottle; she isn't much of a drinker. She left her bottle upstairs and we ran down stairs to watch television. We turned on the television straight away it was on the news. We were about to change the channel. The door was banged on. We were startle, who in the world would be banging on our door at four in the morning. I looked out to see no one. I was hoping it would be Daryl with moonshine screaming happy birthday. I decided to walk back to the sofa to realize April eyes are glued to the television. She looked frighten and disgusted at the same time. I looked at the television. To see the most gruesome event happening. People eating other people but the difference is the people eating other people are already dead...

This one guy on the news shot one of them straight through the chest multiple times, it didn't die. Someone else shot the same one in the head it died. "What the hell are you guys watching?" dad was standing in the opening of the living room. He was getting mad we were watching stuff like this. "The news..." April stood up. We heard broken glass. I looked over to see one of those things just broke our window with its arm moving around inside trying to grab one of us.

"What the hell?" dad shouted taking his shotgun from the living room pointing at the thing. "Get out of my house or I'll shot." He threatens. He shot it in the head. Everything felt fine until three of them bust down the door walking up to dad. "I'll shot you all if I have to." Dad shouted. He shot one in the chest and realized it done nothing just attracted more one wonder in the living room. Dad was heading upstairs holding the shotgun trying to shot them. The one that came in the living room stared straight at April and I coming towards us. I thought quickly and remembered there was a pocketknife on top of the Television. April and I were already in the corner of the side of the television.

I grabbed the knife and remembered, it'll only die through the head. It went to grab me but I held it by its chest and stabbed its head. It fell to the ground it was over. "April, go in the kitchen and grab the pocketknife that's in the drawer, and lets run away again." I spit on the ground. I realized this was the time to pack everything for survival.

April ran in the kitchen she grabbed the knife and a bag and thrown food in it and water. I walked in the hallway where the stairs are. To see the most brutal thing, sadly I wanted to laugh... the things were eating my dad... he screamed in pain. I just stared. April comes running into the scene. She froze, had the same face as I. "Ready to kill?" I asked April. She nodded we both stabbed one in the head. There were two more but they noticed us and got off of dad and went towards us. April watched as I held the one against his chest and stabbed its head. She copied as I did.

We jumped over dad's dead body. We ran up stairs. We got dressed; I wore Black skinny jeans with a black tank and sweater, put my hair in a bun. April had regular dark blue jeans on and a black t-shirt. We packed a few clothes. We were heading out of the room but I froze. "Wait" I spoken. "What?" April replied. "Closet" I mentioned. I opened my closet and went on the top self and grabbed my Pistol. "When did you get that?" April asked "a month ago, I was going to kill dad sometimes I was thinking about killing myself." I responded...

"Ella lets go" April grabbed my arm. We went out the door then heard a ring. I went back in the room and picked up the room phone "Hello?" I answered "Ella, where are you and April." It was Blake April best friend but also know as crush. He was fourteen two years older then April and I. "Home we just packed everything." "Good, come outside my brother Trevor and I are waiting in our car." "Oh my goodness. Thank you!" I shouted through the phone and hung up. I looked at April who was standing at the doorway. "Blake outside waiting for us" I explained.

She smiled and we ran downstairs. Something was different... dad's body was gone...

I looked at April "Where do you think he went..." "I don't know he got up and walked somewhere..." "Lets leave before it comes back" she seemed to notice I called dad an it and nodded. We opened the door and when we did we heard a moan. I looked in the living room and saw dad standing their guts were out of his body mouth full of blood. His face was horrifying. Trevor, Blake's eighteen-year-old brother comes running in and looked up at my dad. "Holy shit your Dad is one of those things..." I put my pistol up and pointed it at my dad's head. "Finally I can do this," I whispered to myself. I shot, he was dead.

We all ran outside, jumped in the vehicle. We drove off leaving this place forever. April and Blake hugged, I was staring at the road making sure I didn't see Merle motorcycle. I didn't....

"Okay girls, I have something to tell you" Trevor started a conversation up. "What's up" I spoken up. "I have two Stryker strykezone crossbows in the back for you guys to use as weapons. I nodded "Thanks" April nodded half asleep and she pasted out.

"By the way, Happy Birthday" Trevor said while smiling. I smiled back sometimes I wish he wasn't eighteen he is too sweet. I looked in the back to see Blake and April sleeping on each other. "Thank you, great birthday surprise huh?" I joked.