a day undead

It's all over now...right?

carson stewart

People die. That's what I thought while Layla was beating the sh out of a car. That's what I thought when she told me Becca was hiding a bite. And that's what I was thinking when she limped toward us now, as pale as Blake was when he made his way towards Asher earlier. My heart raced as everyone backed out of the store, but I stayed put. I wasn't frozen like Asher, because I knew there was a cure to the infection. I let out a breath as Becca—zombie Becca—groaned. I reached into my pocket, grabbing some of the antihypertensive pills that had fallen loose. I took a breath and stepped forward.

"THE HECK YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, STEWART?" Asher yelled, his voice cracking in the middle of his sentence as he finished in a high pitched scream. I tried to glance back at him, but I took another step towards Becca.

I gulped. "H-hey—" I stammered, an awkward smile tilting the edges of my lips upward. Becca's eyes stared without staring. "Long time no see?"

"STEWART!" I heard again, the same high-pitched scream as before.

This time, I did glance back at Asher, which was a big mistake. Zombie Becca grabbed my shoulders and I fell to the ground. I started screaming like an idiot in her face; I grabbed a pill and fumbled with them, when I accidentally threw them across the floor and under the front counter. I gasped and thought quick. I used my own hands to shove Becca off me—there was nothing I could do anymore, so I quickly pushed past Asher, Jack and Layla. I took a few steps before frantically looking back, realizing they weren't running with me. I beckoned them to follow, and they did.

jack faye

We ran for a few blocks, and I doubled over to catch my breath when we stopped. I looked back behind me, as if Zombie Becca would be fast enough to catch up to us. My gaze turned to Carson, who was also staring in the distance. I frowned, my heart sinking a bit, and I sighed. I walked over and touched his shoulder. It took a second, but Carson looked back at me and smiled. It was the kind of smile that said "things happen, i'll get over it."

"It's a zombie apocalypse after all," He said, finishing my thoughts, but his voice cracked a bit. He was definitely upset. We all stood there for a moment, like we always did after an attack by zombies, or after someone...died. Kind of.

I turned to Asher and Layla. "What now?" I asked. They blinked at me and looked at each other.

Asher stammered, "I don't—I don't know." We all looked at each other. I groaned.

"Are we going to do what we had to do last time? Because that hurt like a—" I was cut off by Layla.

"No, Carson lost the antidote." She shot a glare to Carson, who scratched his neck and avoided eye contact. She sighed. "There's no way we can make it back to my apartment alive. I say we try to escape this city for good." There was an edge to her voice, but it was the kind of edge to show us that she was still in a bad mood. I looked at Asher. He shrugged. At this point, I felt like we'd to anything to escape the zombies. I took a deep breath. I wanted to avoid the zombies as much as they did—I wanted to avoid fighting off Blaire. Trust me, the chance was there. And I wasn't excited. 

layla miller

We ended up finding a van. A large one. We'd be able to drive around—find things, collect things. Maybe the apocalypse would end and we'd be able to come back. I looked down at my hand, completely remembering something that'd happened before the apocalypse. I looked back up at Asher and smiled, holding his hand with my own, the one that the engagement ring was resting on. I squeezed it and continued packing up the back of the van.

"Okay, lovebirds—help us or I'm driving away with out you two." Carson honked the horn of the van and me and Asher went back to work. Soon enough, I was closing the van doors and climbing into the back seat with Asher. "Let's hope the apocalypse ends soon. The last one wasn't as long as this, right?"

I shrugged, buckling up. I knew how crazy Carson drove; he was obsessed with freaking cars. I smiled at Asher, and Carson revved the engine, making me shoot him a glare. He laughed. "Sorry, sorry—ready?" I sighed and everyone agreed, Jack just have finished buckling up in the front seat beside Carson, and the van began to go. It'd be a long ride to—well—where we were headed. I looked through the window behind me and smiled as the city buildings slowly got smaller and smaller as we drove. I'd be back.

Someday we'd be back.

And we would be ready.

the end...?

blaire collins

I sat up, my head pounding—my vision was foggy, as if there was something blocking the vision in my eye. I tried to speak as I looked around, but all I got out was a groan. I took a deep breath and rubbed my head. I looked around. It was dark. I could barely hear through the sound of my head pounding, but I managed to hear the loud sounds of crickets in the grass.

I had a major headache, and I tried to stand up, tripping over my own feet a few times. It was hard to describe; I felt tired. I didn't feel good. I hobbled over to the clear, cracked window of the supermarket.

I looked pale. Paler than before, at least. Just pale enough to look sick. My veins were vivid, but not vivid enough. They were just...visible. My hair was messy, I couldn't fully remember what had happened. My left eye was it's completely normal color of blue-ish hazel—

And my right eye was a faded white color, seeing without seeing.