Dawn Of The Undead

Chapter 2: Asking Questions

Date: September 18th, 2021

Time: 9:45AM

Location: Unknown Apartment Building, West Side Of Town

I woke up after what seemed like an eternity of dreaming. The last time I slept this good was the last day of my sophomore year in college. Where was I? As I adjust my vision, I notice a man on the other side of the room.

"Hey! Where the hell am I? Who the hell are you?!" I yell loudly.

"Calm down my friend, don't move! Please, your arm needs to heal!" The man calmly responds.

I'm not sure whether to run or listen. After all, I almost died out there, and I've always known to not trust anybody in a time like this.

"Excuse me, sir? What is your name?" The man speaks very softly like he is trying to hide from something. Is this man a hostile trying to act as an ally? Or is he really trying to help? Well, at this point there is no reason not to listen. I might as well speak up.

"M-my name is- uh, well according to this ID my name is Dakota Bryan."

"Dakota Bryan, Eh? I know that name! Did you go to San Diego State College? Oh, where are my manners? My name is Jeff, Jeff Hurley. I was in your college algebra I believe."

I get up to inspect the man further and to regain my stance. I forgot that my arm was probably broken as pain rushes to my arm as I try to lift myself up.

"No don't stand up! If you remember me well, I was part of the medical training class. I bandaged up your arm. It's not broken but it's bruised up pretty bad." Jeff stated.

"Oh yeah, right," I say leaning back down. I can't seem to remember anything.

"So, can you remember what happened?" asked Jeff?

"No, well, actually yes I can. The last thing that comes to my mind is me and, uh Tori is her name. We were driving away from everything into the more suburban areas of town. And I remember her yelling 'look out!' After that, everything went black. I don't remember." I responded softly. Then Jeff spoke up.

"I was in my rent house with my other friends. I had stayed up all night playing Call Of Duty with them, and yesterday was gonna be a sleep in day. I was awoken by someone banging on my door at around 9 that morning. I kind of blew it off as I suspected some stupid kid was drunk, but I was horribly wrong. So, I walked towards the door with a bat. That's when everything I had been hearing came true. Right before me stood a half-eaten faced, bloody body human. I have never hit something as hard as I did then in my whole entire life. I began the rush to grab my guns that my roommate had packed for an emergency situation. Throwing in all that I could grab within the period of 5 minutes, I started my truck to be greeted with my roommates staring right at me through my garage door. Driving away, I sought out refuge somewhere safe. That is, until the sight of a car upside down in a ditch, and a human, still alive near the site of the crash. Now we are here, in an abandoned apartment building, floor 4, room number 416. I stocked up all my taken gear and weapons while you were unconscious." 

"Wait," I said in a confused manner. "Where is my girlfriend? What the hell did you do with her?"

"Hey, hey! Calm down Dakota! Let me explain!"

Just as I was about to throw all of my might against him, a man slammed open the door and walked in. He was a sturdy, built young man, looking around in his low twenties. With a sawed-off shotgun in his hand, I wasn't going to try anything against him.