Corruption

The Beginning?

I never thought that it would actually come to this. My parents' morals of stealing and murder suddenly don't apply ANYONE in the world.the terrible thing is, there are criminals who have had extra practice. The dead have risen and it's just my little brother, Miles, and I fighting against the rotters. As my brother Miles and left the school filled with now dead corpses, Miles trips over another dead body.

"How many of these are we going to fucking find Boyd?" Miles asks as I hear him almost putting his breakfast on the floor.

"Keep it down jack ass, do you really want the rotters to get us?" I tell him. I didn't want any of them to hear us.

"Shut the hell up man ok?"he says angrily. As he looks away he starts to calm down. "Look," acknowledging the rotters near by a Honda Civic in the parking lot not just 10 feet away from us. "How many do you see?" he asks.

"Looks like three from where I'm standing" responding to his question. "I say we take em out. I mean we could just slip by, but we don't want them sneaking up on us and killing one or both of us. We do this now, we won't have any problems" I can't let him die, I thought. It's my personal mission to make sure he lives. My parents come to mind as they saved us from a horde to let us escape. Remembering we can't use our guns, I place my hand on the red hilt of the machete, yet making sure that I don't draw it yet.

"I know what you're thinking about Boyd" he whispers. "It's ok I think about them everyday. The way they died. The way the rotters tore them apart. As soon as I saw them get bit, I thought it was over"

I noticed that tears started forming in his eyes. Shit, I thought, I was never good at dealing with emotional stuff. As a teenager who always laid low I didn't deal with much emotion at school or at home. "Hey man, umm we'll be ok. We've been without the them this last month and we're doing just fine."

He wipes his tears. "Yeah. You're right lets take them down" he says sniffling. "Hey ugly!" he yells. "Fresh meat, right here!" I begin laughing, he looks over and goes "Let's go there's not much daylight left".

"You're right. Let's do this" I say. I draw my machete, Miles draws his bow, and I cut one of the rotters head off. Miles holds one of for me to slash stab it's head . I wonder about the other one and out of nowhere the groans get closer and closer to the point of it being right behind me. The rotter falls right next to me and I see an arrow in its eye. "Nice shot" I say half heartedly laughing.
"Are you crazy?!" he yelled. "You almost died and you're laughing?"

"Calm down Miles, we can't be gloomy all the time, ya know, we gotta live this new life to the fullest" I told him quietly, while trying to make sure no more rotters show up. As I look down at the ground I remember our procedure of checking the corpses for any supplies we can use. "You find anything?" I ask.

"Just a box of matches and a knife, you?" he responds.

"Well I got a stick of gum" I say nervously.

Its something right I say to myself. As long as we have food.

"Let's go get a place to crash for the night or maybe the next couple of days" I say to Miles. As we walk down the street, a man who looks like he's in his early to mid 40s is scavenging a rotter. The man's beard is a blackish grey, shaved head, tall but looks like he hasn't eaten in days.
"Miles, draw your bow" I whisper very quietly. "We don't wanna take any chances" remembering people in the past who were incredibly evil before the shit hit the fan.
"Hey you ok man?" I ask. His head starts to turn and asks.
"Well, is anyone ok anymore kid?" he returns with a weird response.

"I'm Boyd Nash. This is is my little brother, Miles. Are you alone?" I ask cautiously.

"Yeah. I am" he responds.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"James. Reggie James" he responds.

"Ok. I'm going to search you and if you try anything, my brother will not hesitate to kill you. Are we understood?" I ask while I try to look threatening at the same time.

"Whatever earns your trust" responding calmly. As I search his body, I find a Glock 19 and extra ammo on the waistband of his jean. Nothing else? I would expect a knife or something to kill silently when runs out of ammo.

"I'm going to keep this for the next couple of days. Why is the question you're probably asking yourself. Because I need to know I can trust you plus it's for our safety. Let's head into the forest for cover, until then, we will be scavenging for more food because if I look at our rations, we will only last the week" I tell him. "Let's get out of here"

Miles, Reggie, and I head into the forest. As I walk along side my brother, I notice there are more trees than most of the forests I used to hunt in with my dad and brother on the holidays. While walking, we started looking for berries and some meat. I noticed a few deer tracks. They're fresh I thought.
"Miles, you see the tracks?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm hungry lets get it" he replies.

As we walk, Miles draws his bow and starts following the tracks. We stumbled along the deer eating a few berries. My brother takes an arrow from his quiver and quietly entered it on the bow string. He pulled the arrow back and with mighty strength the arrow ripped into the deer's skull. Miles takes his arrow out of the deer's head and with my machete, I cut the head of the deer clean off. Blood flies everywhere including my now dirty shirt. I groan, "Man I liked this shirt". Miles laughs. "What's so funny?" I ask.

"Well, you got your shirt dirt and you only have two more" he replies while, still laughing. I give him the stink eye which automatically shuts his ass up.

"That's what I thought" I told him. My shirt was going to get dirty anyway, I had to carry over my shoulder because who knew you'd actually need trash bags in the zombie apocalypse.

Carrying this thing was easier than I thought. Thank God that it was a doe and not a buck. Bugs were everywhere biting at my face and arms. I took my jacket off, the weather was getting warmer and warmer as the days passed. When walking, Miles saw a house and we decided to clear it out and stay the next night or two.

"What did you say your name was?" Reggie asked as we were searching the rooms. We hardly found anything so we started heading to the living room.

"Nash. Boyd Nash." I respond.

"Last name rings a bell. Nash, Nash , Nash. Arghus Nash. That's who you too remind me of" he says while laughing.

"Uncle Gus. Where did you see him? Is he still alive?" I question to see if he know the fate of our only known living family. He was my dad's older brother and they didn't always get along well which explained him living on the other side of the U.S.

"Hah! The last time I saw him he was leading a little community on the other side of the U.S. responding with a jolly tone.

"Boyd, we need to go. You know we need to go. He's the only family we have. I know it's a long shot but..."

"Miles, we're going ok" I say as I cut him off. "He's our family and we need to know if he's alive or not. We leave in two days. First we need to rest, I'm tired and I know you are too. I'll take watch for the night. See you too in the morning" I whisper as the two lay down on the floor in the living room. As I heard Miles's breathing slowdown, I look into the night sky, thinking about outcomes for when I may reunite with my uncle.