the undead diaries

part three- trials

God, how was I going to do this? I wasn't good enough to take care of my little brother in a world like this. I went around the house and checked everything. It was all good, so I went up to my room. As I walked to my room, I stopped by Brodey's room and looked through the crack of the door. He was sitting on his bed looking at a picture of our parents. He was crying silently while holding the picture to his chest. I felt bad, I knew I wouldn't be able to do anything, so I left him in his room and walked to mine. I went and got ready for bed. I wanted to check on Brodey first to make sure he was safe and sound. I walked to his room and slowly opened his door. He was asleep in his bed hugging the stuffed animal I got him for his birthday two years ago. He looked so safe and peaceful; I wish I could just fall asleep like that. I mean who wouldn't be having a horrible time, this world is f*cked up. To be Frank, I wish I could just walk out there. Just walk out of the house and die. That would be a better thing, right? No that's not right I would never leave Brodey behind. He is my best friend and sibling. I told my father I wouldn't leave him, and I was just imagining leaving him behind. What is wrong with me? I walked back to my room and got in bed. I stared at the ceiling for a while until darkness took over. "Wake up, WAKE UP!!" I sat up screaming. I turned to my left and there my brother was, looking at me with a plain expression. "What do you want? Why did you wake me up? Omg, what time is it?" I was worried something happened, but I couldn't be sure unless he told me. "nothing happened I'm just hungry and I can't cook for myself, and it is 9:15 at the moment." ugh I know he can't make food on his own, but I am just too tired to try and think of something to make for breakfast/lunch. "Ugh ok I'm getting up just go to the basement storage and find something you want me to make, alright?" after I said that he ran down the stairs. I started to get up and slowly got out of bed. I got up and did my morning routine. I brush my teeth, then brush my hair, then get ready for the day by getting dressed. I was walking down Stars when I heard Brodey yelling excitedly. I walked into the kitchen to find him with his favorite food on the table. It was bacon and eggs. He always loved that when he was younger. He would beg Mom and Dad all the time to make it for him before he had to go to school. "So you picked bacon and eggs I see," I laughed. "Yeah, why wouldn't I? It was there, and you told me to go grab my favorite thing to eat for breakfast, so I did. Now go make it, I'm hangry!" he yelled, almost screaming at me. "Fine, fine, I will make it you just go get ready for the day, that means everything. Brushing your teeth and hair and getting dressed." After I told him- how to do things- he ran upstairs screaming. I got up from bed and hopped in the shower. I am so glad that his house has running water, if it didn't, I think I would probably go crazy. I hopped out of the shower and finished getting ready for the day. I got into an outfit that would be good if we need to escape out of the house, but I think we will only need to at the moment once the zombies come from the city and spread out more. I walked down the stairs and turned to the kitchen. There he was, sitting, patiently waiting for me to make him breakfast. "How long have you been down here buddy?" I asked him with a smile on my face. He looked up at me from the table and started to jump up and down. "I have been in here since you got out of the shower. I heard the shower turn off, and I knew you would be down here soon. So, I just walked down here and set the table. Now can you please make breakfast? I'm hungry and I want to start training!" I was stunned, he had never talked like this much. "What are you talking about Brodey, what training? If you're talking about handling those weapons, that is a no from me." he looked angry and sad. I could tell he just wanted to be safe, but I didn't want him to get hurt trying to fight at this young age, when he turns 11, I will train him. "But why can't I!" Brodey stood up yelling at me "Because I don't want you hurt, I will train you when I know you can handle that pressure of protecting yourself and others." he looked so defeated, and I was kinda guilty. "But I want to protect YOU! How could you hold me back from protecting the only thing I have left? What if something happens to you and I can't find you or one of those things gets you and can't help? Who will protect me when you're gone?" He was crying a river by now. I felt a ping of pain in my heart. I knew he wanted to protect me, but what if something happened to him? I promised Dad that I would be there for him. And if he is dead, I can't keep that promise and I always keep my promises. Brodey ran up the stairs to his room and slammed his door with a loud bang. After I stood there for a minute I went to the stove and started to make breakfast. I was making the make and eggs when I heard a bang- similar to the one I heard the day before- I walked to where it sounded like it was. I looked through the hole and there was a group of them. They were all zombies, and it was obvious cause their necks were ripped open. I shut the flap and made sure the whole system was on including the barn and the water supply container. I ran back to the kitchen and continued to make breakfast. After I was done making breakfast, I made a plate for me and Brodey. I grabbed Brodey's plate and made my way up to the room that he was staying in. I walked through the hallway that his room was in and walked to his door. I noticed the door was slightly open like last night. I looked through the crack and watched to see what he was doing. He was sitting on his bed staring at the ceiling. I stood back and placed his plate down in front of his door, I knew he didn't want to be bothered since the fight we got into earlier. "Hey! Brodey I'm just going to set your plate here on the floor in front of your door. Come get it when you want, I will be downstairs." I heard steps through the door, it was him getting up and walking to the door. He grabbed the handle, opened the door, grabbed the plate from my hand then shut the door in my face. He was mad, and I understood that, but he didn't need to slam the door in my face. "I love you brodey. When you're done, come downstairs and put the plate in the sink for me to wash. I will be downstairs eating. "I yelled through the door. I turned and started to walk down the hall to the stairs. As I was at the very top of the stairs about to go down, I heard a door open. "Brodey is that you, Brodey!? This isn't funny you know not to play games now." I followed where the sound was coming from, and it turned out to be my room. What was in my room, or who was in my room? I walked to my door and knocked on the door to see if it was a zombie since they were attracted to sound. I walked in and there sat my brother grinning as wide as a valley. "Oh my god. Bordey! Why would you do that? You scared me. I thought we talked about this. Also, why did you choose my room and not one of the other rooms?" he just sat there staring at me with a grin then stood up. He then ran to me and hugged my waist (since I was taller). "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just want to be there for you and comfort you when you need it, so I don't always have to be me you worry about." he said looking up at me with his chin placed on my chest lightly. "I thought you hated me for not wanting you to be trained. Why the change of heart short stack?" I said with a wide smirk on my face. Brodey just walked back then sat on the bed and looked down at the floor sadly. "What's wrong bud? Why do you look sad?" he just looked up at me with tears in his eyes. I ran to him, got down on my knees and took his face in my hands, whipping his tears. "Brodey what's wrong!? I don't think I have ever seen you cry in such a long time. What made you sad, why are you crying?" he was there for who knows how long just staring at the floor. I tried to get him to look at me, but he was stubborn and didn't lift his head to look at me. "I want them back." he finally said something. "What, want who back buddy?" I noticed he started to breathe harder. "Brodey who?" Finally, he looked up at me. "Mom and Dad. They are gone and now we have no one" he started to breathe harder than before, so I pulled him in for a tight hug. "it's ok they are in a better place now, and they are together. I'm sure they are looking over us as we speak, and you have me. We may not have other people with us but it's you and me always. Ok?" he pulled back from the hug and wiped his tears. "I love you." I smiled at him "Love you too buddy." 

ELLIE- again, if you've come this far thanks.

ELLIE OUT