Zompocalypse Diaries (QUICK edit finished)

Bruce's Story

Bruce's back story (written by Kara652)

Everything was perfect. I'd just proposed to the love of my life, Franchesca. I'm finishing College in a few weeks to be an engineer. My brother's having a baby girl with his wife. My baby sister just started grade 9 and got her first boyfriend (after I had a talk with him, of course) and my mum is finally moving past Dad's death.

Too bad perfection doesn't last for long. It was another Tuesday when those fuckers decided to ruin everything. I was chilling in my dorm room when my door got banged on as if someone was trying to get it off its hinges. Throwing my green covers off me I walk over to the door and take a look through the hole.

There stood my best friend Neil with a frightened look in his eyes. His tan skin much too pale for a beach boy. Swinging the door open I pull him in the room.

"Oh my god, Bruce." He said in a panicky tone. I grabbed him by the sholders and looked him over.

"Dude. What the hell is wrong?" I question as tear sprung up in his eyes.

"Everyone's dead dude." He whispers as tears pour down his face.

I let out a loud laugh "Nice one Neil." I say as I roll my eyes and flop back on my bed. He slams my door shut and looks at me with such a sincere face.

"I'm serious Bruce!" He shouts as he tugs on his blonde locks

"You know Brittany from last week?" I let out a huff and cross my arms leaning against my head board.

"Yea. What about her?" I hated that he played girls. But he doesn't want to stick with just one.

"Well. I went to go find her for a quickie. But when I found her in her dorm...she didn't look so well" He states as he scratches at his arm and sweat runs down his forehead.

"What do you mean? Was she sick?" I say with curiousity.

"No. She was like a sickly green with scary eyes, her hair falling out and stuff but the weird thing is she bit me!" He lifts up his sleeve exposing his muscle and there in fact was a festering and quickly rotting bite mark.

"Neil. It sounds like you're explaining a zombie." I say with a laugh but stop my joking when I see Neil's scared face, panic within his big blue eyes.

"I was really hoping you weren't going to say that Bruce.." More tears fell down as he started to panic, sitting on my roomates bed he lays down and looks at my ceiling with hazy eyes.

"You have to be joking Neil. Neil you better not be fucking with me!" I yell as I stand up off my bed.

"I don't want to be one of them Bruce..." He whispers in a child like tone as he continues to look at the ceiling.

"Be one of who Neil?! Who the hell are you talking about?!" I shout as I sit beside him on the end of the bed.

"You know when we were really into Starwars, comics and that crap, Bruce?" He questioned in that same child like tone.

"Yea..of course buddy" I whisper as tears sprung to my own eyes.

"I still have a machete in my dorm from one of the comicons..I want you to take it and live. I can feel it taking over. Oh God Bruce, You're my best friend...now get out of here and leave me." He says, his breath getting shorter.

Tears were falling down my face. My heart clenched and I was just praying any moment he would jump up and shout 'Just kidding!' but it didn't happen. I grabbed my phone and ran, shutting the door behind me, tears blurring my vision.

I run to Neil's Dorm passing a few undead creatures on my way. But outran them. After blocking the door with his dresser, I look for the machete... where would Neil put a god damn knife! It's most likely not permitted in this school. It must be hidden somewhere.

Throwing drawers open all I can find is clothes and I let out a fustrating roar. Swinging open the closet door, I find it and more tears fall because taped to the box it sits in, is a picture of Neil and me at 14 with shit eating grins on our faces holding light sabers in the air. Pulling the picture off the box I let out a sad laugh and shove it in my sweater pocket. Tearing the box open I pull out a large, sharp, straight edged machete with a black handle. Only Neil would keep something like this.

Pulling out my cell phone I dial Franchesca's number. No answer. Panic comsumes me and I shove the dresser out of the way. Pulling the door open I run towards her room, swinging this stupid knife at anything that gets in my way.

Not even thinking twice, I swing her door open and let out a sob at what I saw. There stood my beautiful Franny, Her black hair cascaded down her back, her curvy figure hunched over and eatting, who I'm guessing, was her roomate.

Another sob racks my body and her head snaps in my direction, causing me to gasp. Her face is split in two. Blood dripped from her mouth as she let out an angry scream for disrupting her meal. Her whole body turns my way and her once baby blue eyes,now a pitch black, look at me hungrily.

"I know you're in there baby" I whisper as I take a step forward. She cocks her head to the side, licks her chapped lips and lets out another scream. Shaking my head, I lift my machete higher.

"You're my one true love" I whisper as I look at the ring on her now greenish finger. I charge forward, eyes closed and manage to slice off her head, sending blood spraying everywhere, including in my face.

Her friend on the bed groans and I have no time for tears. Her friend, I think her name's Izzy, pushes her arms out supporting herself as she moves so she's standing up and looking at me with curiousity.

Her black eyes look me over in wonder, but I give her no time for movement as I take a step forward and slice her head off also, dropping her now limp body to the floor. Wiping the blood off my forehead I turn and look at my beauty. Bending down, I slip off her ring and place it on my pinky finger, a small smile as I played with it.

I spent such a fortune on this thing. For what? It's pointless now. Money, jewels. They're worth as much as dog crap. Looking at her one last time, I grab her car keys and turn away from her.

I dial my mom's number, then my brother's, no answer on either. Does that mean they're like Franny too? Like Neil? Letting out a shaky breath. I open the door and run toward the parking lot. My baby girl has a Ford Escape. Lets hope she got some gas recently.

Walking out of dorm quarters and into the parking lot, I freeze at what I saw. They're everywhere. Those assholes think they can kill me? No way in hell are they gonna win.

Running full speed towards my baby's dark blue car, one of my professors stands in my way.

"I didn't like you anyway." I mumble before swinging my arm back and hitting him in the temple full force, causing him to let out a blood curdling scream and hit the pavement below. I soon heard the shuffling of feet, coming in my direction. Life sucks. Looking behind me, I see at least a hundred of those things pouring from inside and around the building.

I hop in and lock the doors. Upon turning on the car, I hear the engine stuttering.

"Come on damnit!" I shout as I bang on the steering wheel and try again.

Hands and dead faces start to bang on the glass, causing me to let out a row of curses.

"Come on baby.." I say as I try one last time. The car rumbles to life and I let out a victorious cry as I pull out of the parking space. Running over some of those 'things' on the way out.

Now..where the hell am I gonna go?

A/N This bit of the story was written by a close friend and fellow writer Kara652
It opens up the next installment of the series and I'm so proud to have had her input and this bit of the story done by her.