When The Zombies Come

Chapter 2: What's Wrong With "People"

My own mother was just inches from my face. Her teeth rotting quickly, probably from all the coffee, and her skin started to peel. Was she decomposing right in front of me? All these thoughts slipped my mind because now she was only centimeters away and then BOOM! She was still and then she fell over. It all happened in less than five seconds. My heart is still racing and my face is getting hot, all my hearing was disappearing, things were getting fuzzy and blurry, i wasnt feeling too good, all i could see is my mother on the ground. DEAD. Thats when things got bad, i fell and hit the ground and everything went black.

I awoke but i couldn't see anything. It was pitch black and i could feel shaking underneath me, like i was in a car or something. I could hear muffled voices and i could barely make out what their saying. One voice deep and raspy like and older man probably a smoker, the other deep but gentle and reminds me of the way a father would talk to his child. By their voices im assuming their men. The raspy voice starts "We should've left her, shes no use to us. We have to think about ourselves!" There was no hesitation in between when the other man shouted "I CANT! Shes my daughter" thats when my heart started racing again im not alone. I started wiggling frantically realizing my hands were tied. I start to cry, im too young too die. I guess they can hear my wiggling because the raspy voice says "Shes awake" thats when i try to calm down and control my breathing. The car stops suddenly and i hit my head against a wall. Im pretty sure im in a trunk now. Then i feel a sudden chill and i get pulled out of trunk and onto gravel. "No please, please no, I'll do anything please dont hurt me!" i shout at the man. Then i feel something on my head and then i see a bright light. Im blinded for a second as my eyes adjust to the sudden light of day. Im blinking furiously trying to quickly get a hold of my surroundings. Then i see him, and im hit in the head with something and everything is black, again.

When im awake again my head is killing me. I go to reach for it but my arms dont move. I look down and see my hands are tied. I notice they look a lot like handcuffs made of chain My head is starting to throb now and i have a huge hedache. All i want to do is go back home and wake up like none of this is happening, but i cant. I snap my head to the right and i can see the door knob jiggling and i realize i only have one choice. The door bursts open. Its raspy voice. I sneak behind him as he's searching the room for me and i hold my breath for two seconds and then i wrap my hand ties around his neck and pull as hard as i can. I can see everything draining. His breath, his bravery....His life. I noticed some keys on his belt. I grabbed them and grabbed his knife. I put my foot up against the middle part and used the knife to cut through the thick, tough material. After about ten minutes my hands were free. I grabbed the mans gun and clipped the keys to my belt loop. And i grabbed the handle and turned slowly

The door opened and i dropped to my knees in horror. The room and everyone in it was dead. I shut the door as quickly as possible. My heart starting beating at what felt like 200 MPH, it got harder to breathe and i was feeling dizzy. And the gag reflex came and i threw up. When i was done i didnt feel too good. All i want is to go home and see my mom and have all this be a dream. I went for the door again when i heard a gurgling sound and then a moan and then some clicking noises. I slowly turned to find raspy voice coming at me like my mom did and i froze in shock. I couldnt move it was like i was glued to the floor, and he was coming right for me. He was inches from my face when a bullet flew through his head. I started sobbing, and sank to my knees, all these dead bodies, crazy people, i turn and see a tall man. He had broad shoulders, pitch black hair, beautiful green eyes, and he was wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. He approached me and i tensed up. He says "Cassie, im your father" It was not raspy voice instead it was  the gentle voiced one.