a day undead

Welcome to the club, Blake.

charlie luck

I drove back to the city. I knew who had started this apocalypse. I knew who would be able to end it.

I'd have to deal with that later. I was still on the lookout for Blaire. She's getting no where.

asher hughes

"I can try kicking the door down," I offered. Before anyone answered, I took a few steps back, getting ready to kick down Charlie's apartment door. "3, 2..." I started, and I ran at the door. Suddenly it flied open, and I laid sprawled out on the ground of the entryway. Layla giggled and let go of the doorknob.

"I got it. Sorry, it was stuck," She said. She grabbed my hand and helped me up. I brushed off my sleeves and looked around. In high school, I had been to Charlie's place a few times. He threw a few parties. He lived in this apartment since high school. "My goodness, it hasn't changed," Layla breathed, looking around. My stomach tightened. That's right. They used to date. I forgot.

"I'm sure it's changed a little," I snapped, a little too 'snappy'. "You haven't been around here lately, right?" I asked, just to make sure. I had to know. Layla gave me a skeptical look.

"Ew." She turned around and looked around. I narrowed my eyes. "Charlie, if you're here, show yourself." There was no answer. "Charlie!"

Again, no answer. Jack started to look around the living area, which was particularly messy, laundry everywhere, as well as food trash. I scrunched up my nose and picked up a half-empty pizza box, tossing it aside. There was a pizza stained white shirt underneath it, and I picked that up as well, hearing something. It was the sound of coins, shaking around in the shirt. I looked around. Something fell to my feet. "Over here," I said, and, even though they were a few feet away, everyone came over. I picked up the keys that had fallen to my feet.

"Does this Charlie kid have another house?"

"'This Charlie kid', Asher? Don't act like you don't know him, you guys were best friends. Anyways, yes, he does," Layla answered once again. I narrowed my eyes—once again.

"How do you know? Have you been there before?"

"God, Asher. Quit it. But no, it was out of the town somewhere. Not too far, I don't think." I straightened up.

"Do you know where it is?"

"No."

"Then let's find it." I don't know why it made me so mad. She didn't like Charlie anymore.

becky thompson

I got more and more used to that motorcycle-death trap thing every time we ride on it, but it still makes me uneasy. Carson had stopped in front of a smaller house. I wasn't sure what we were doing here, but I trusted him. Well, as much as you can trust a stranger that you're sticking with during a zombie apocalypse.

He managed to bust open the door. I was expecting the place to be filled with zombies, as well as covered in dust. But it didn't look too old, just untouched. He walked around, taking in the sights. "Carson," I called to him, staying in the living room as he walked into a hallway. I looked around. "What do you plan on...where do you plan on going during this apocalypse?"

"Run," He said simply. He appeared back into the living room, stuffing something in his pocket which I couldn't see. I looked back up at him, moving my eyes away from his pocket. "I mean, there's nothing much we can do, right?"

carson stewart

We could use the formula to cure the zombies. There isn't nothing we could do. But using the formula would be useless. A waste of time. If a new apocalypse started, even more could happen in the future. So there was no cure. There was no medicine. Maybe you can take the zombie out of a person. But never the risk. There's no possible way to avoid the risk of turning into a zombie.  Maybe a certain medicine casts immunity. Maybe I'm safe. But this kind of immunity doesn't last forever.