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Short story I wrote for class :)

it's called The Truth

Antarctica, October 25, 1995, 9:45 PM

"Just one more test..." Criffer sighed, looking at the multiple test results that were all negative; Eric said that he needed to study this weird virus he found, thinking that it would cause a pandemic, or worse. Kristoffer looked at him, and then at the test results, picking one up, then he finally spoke "You should get some rest, you look too tired to do any more research." Criffer looked up at him, standing up straight "Nonsense! I'm wide awake, even if I did, would that help with the research?" Kristoffer was sent with Criffer to ensure nothing went wrong with the test, but Criffer only thinks that Eric doesn't fully trust him (Which is probably true), which is why he was sent with him. "The tests that I'm seeing you do aren't done efficiently, you didn't even wash your hands after you touched it, and don't tell me you don't have to because you were wearing gloves, with unknown illnesses, you have to be more careful!" Kristoffer sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I know that I have to be careful, Kristoffer. I'm not new at this." Criffer mumbled, grabbing his gloves, putting them on, and opening the door.

Kristoffer replied snarkily, "But you did work for Anatokha, so maybe you are also a communist like he was." Criffer ignored him, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, shutting the door behind him before Kristoffer could say anything else. Criffer took a sample of the virus, and put it into a solution; Kristoffer stood there watching him through the glass, noticing cracks in it "That wasn't there before..was it? No.." Kristoffer thought, analyzing the glass, then he saw the globs of black liquid on the walls and floor, the exact liquid of the virus. "Criffer! Get out of there!" Kristoffer shouted. Too late.

America, January 28, 2024

Eric sprinted through the forest, trying to find a way out of the 'danger zone', the danger zones are what people started calling zombie-infested areas, an example is where he was now, Yellowstone Park. He was miles away from camp, and if he got caught, the others wouldn't find his body. All he was trying to do was find survivors, who, to his dismay, were dead, almost infected, or already a zombie. He quickly climbed up a tree, something that his younger brother Jameson taught him, sitting on a branch, luckily, he had learned that the zombies can't climb up trees, but they are strong, which only gave him a few minutes to think before they knocked the tree down. "Okay, now the camp is that way" he pointed south as he spoke to himself "And I came that way..." he pointed west, then he looked at the sky "It would be around..3:00 PM." he nodded "It's time to go back to camp. The later it is, the more dangerous it is to be out in the open." he stood up and hopped to the next tree. It would take a while to get back, but he would die if he didn't move. Hours later, he was back at the gates of the camp, Ivan was at the gate, waiting for him " What took you so long, идиот?" Eric let out a small chuckle "Oh, you know, trying to get away from the infected." Ivan narrowed his eyes at him "So you didn't find Christoph?" Eric tilted his head to the side, confused "Which one, the Greenlandic one or the German one?" Ivan rubbed his forehead, seeming annoyed "Боже, позволь мне убить его..right, the one who died when you sent him to Antarctica to help some guy named Criffer..." he paused, looking down at him "which caused this whole thing.." Eric nodded "Exactly what happened!" Ivan sighed, picking up a bag of ammo, putting it over his shoulder, and reaching for another bag of ammo "Let me help you! You can't carry a whole couple bags of ammo!" Eric grabbed the bag that Ivan was reaching for, putting it over his shoulder, Ivan stood there for a second, confused. Ivan nodded his head slightly at the gesture "Thanks." Eric gestured to the forest, speaking with an amused tone "We should get back in camp before we, you know, die?" Ivan looked at the forest, seeing two glowing circles in the trees, right in front of him "What's that?" Ivan said, staring at the circles Eric looked in the direction of it "No idea, it's been there for a while." he answered "Hello? Anyone there?" he shouted, Ivan glared at him, signaling him to stop. "Guess it's nothing, most likely some lights that someone-" Eric was stopped mid-sentence, being tackled to the ground by Ivan, just in time to avoid an arrow that would've hit him if Ivan hadn't done that. Ivan got up, helping Eric up "Are you okay?" Ivan asked, Eric, nodding, answered him "I guess..? My shirt was torn a bit...but no wounds.." Ivan held a hand up, signaling him to be quiet "I need a new shirt anyways.." Eric continued, not looking up, Ivan grabbed his shirt collar "Shut. Up." Ivan said, sounding irritated, then he dropped Eric, making him fall to the ground. "I'm going to drag whoever shot that arrow, and you are going to be quiet, okay?" Ivan hissed, not waiting for a response, he started walking toward the trees, Eric got up, grabbed the arrow, and analyzed it "Huh..you never find archers that much anymore..it's somewhat of a lost skill now..whoever shot this, they must be great at it..it would've been a fatal shot to the head if that got me.." Eric muttered "Handmade arrow too..." Eric ran his hand over the puncture hole in the wall "¡Oye! ¡Suéltame!" Someone shouted from the trees, Ivan came out a minute later, dragging someone along with him, the person shouting and kicking at him, Ivan opened the doors to the camp, walked into the clearing, and let go of the man, who had just sat there, confused "Who are you." Ivan growled, grabbed the arrow from Eric (who had just entered the clearing), and held the arrowhead to the man's neck. Jameson, who had just woken up, walked into the clearing, seeing the man and smiling "Alejandro! You're alive!" Jameson ran over to him, shoving Ivan away and hugging him tightly. "You know this...lunatic?!" Ivan exclaimed, Eric grabbed the arrow away from Ivan before he hurt anybody with it "Chill out, Ivan!" Eric threw the arrow out of the camp. Meanwhile, Jameson asked Alejandro how he was doing and where he's been. Artya, who had been woken up by the commotion, was talking to Eric "Did you get the herbs I asked you to?" Artya asked, pointing to the book of herbs that they always had with them, just in case something happened. Eric pulled out some plants from his pocket, "I think these are the right ones...?" Artya quickly took them, checking them to make sure they were the right ones. "They are. Thanks, Eric." Artya nodded slightly as a gesture of thanks. Eric suddenly heard the chirping of birds "Do you guys hear that..?" He asked, looking around Ivan shook his head "Heт. I hear nothing but this annoying ba-" He was cut off by Artya "Language! Eric, I don't hear anything either."

9:30 PM

Eric couldn't sleep, the chirping was never ending and he started hearing voices "..." he finally decided to get up and find out where it was coming from, he walked out of the room, seeing double doors at the end of the hall, he walked towards it, the song the birds sang and the voices getting louder. Once he was infront of the door, he put his hand on the door knob, turning it and opening the door. On the other side, it looked like paradise, cherry trees in full bloom everywhere,there was a bench in the middle of it and there sat a person, waiting for someone. Eric went over to the other side, the door closing behind him, the voices were quiet now. He looked around admiring the trees and their flowers, he walked forward, wondering why they were all alone. Once he was at the bench, he looked at the child with confusion. The person gestured for him to sit down beside him; Eric sat down beside them, before he could say anything, the person spoke "Eric. You must be wondering why we're here." Eric's eyes widened, how did they know his name? "How do you know my name? Who are you?" Eric asked, getting a small chuckle from the stranger "Right. You and the others don't know the truth. Well, I'm here to tell you." They paused for a moment, expecting to be asked more questions, when there were none, they continued "Your world is fake, and so is this one. It's all in a story. I'm your creator. I put you in situations that are impossible in real life, get you close to death and then bring you back." Eric shook his head in disbelief "But why would you do that to us?" he asked, staring at the supposed 'creator'. They sighed, responding "I write whatever idea that comes to mind, your story came to mind and I started writing a book about it.." they paused, looking at the time "You'd better be going. The door will disappear soon enough.." Eric nodded, standing up and starting to walk away, when the creator called to him "Wait!" Eric stopped, looking at them with a questioning look "My name is Ollie, since you were wondering." Ollie smiled at him, Eric smiling back and walking away "Bye, Ollie." He grabbed the door knob once he got back to the door, turning it and walking back through the door, waving goodbye to Ollie before closing the door.

The End.

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