the prologue
the curfew came when I was three. for a full year my drunk of a mother managed to make it home by eleven. till my fourth birthday. that day everything changed. my brother Marcus didn't see him. the lanky zombie walk up to my drunken mom, who was banging on the gate of our fence. he didn't see the zombie reach for mom, pull her close like he was going to kiss her,then rip her face off. Marcus was sixteen. and with the curfew that makes you an adult so he became my caretaker. it was him that sat down on my closet floor with me when I had the Nightmare, it was him there with me when i graduated kindergarten, it was him that signed my release form when I broke my arm. he was always there for the last twelve years; and now he's standing outside the gate with three zombies stalking they're way to him. Marcus looks at me and i can barely hear him as he says "be safe" and then they rip him to shreds.
chapter one
point of veiw: Calli Harrison
date: november sixteenth twenty twenty seven (11,16,2027)
location: Jacksonville, Tennesse
thirteen years after the curfew was set
"miss.Harrison, you have been deemed an adult due to the passing of your brother Marcus Dean Harrison" because of your creations you sick fucker. i go through at least seven different ways i could kill him with pencil in his hand before i hear "miss.harrison?" realizing im not paying attention he has probably said my name at least ten times. "yes mayor?" i ask my voice sickenly sweet as i hide my hate. "you will have to find a job and till then you will be given a hundred dollars every other week." oh how genrous! you'll give me a hundred dollars biweekly to not lose it and kill your creations? to not commit suicide by zombie so you can't turn me into one? glorious."yes sir mr.mayor." with that i stand up and walk away. go home my mind whispers to me. go home. but i have different plans. i walk, making my way to his house. him, with blonde hair, greenish blue eyes tinted with grey, him who turns my knees to jello. Dax is waiting on the porch, having heard about Marcus he knew id come to him. his arms are around me before i burst into tears and he has me inside in record time. Dax is the only person to move into Jacksonville since the curfew came. no one knows why he came here of all places. he came when he was sixteen, for the past two years we've grown close. his silence is all you hear, his eyes speaking for him. Dax isnt mute, he choses not to speak, he hasnt written why but its one of his mysteries i like unanswered. right now he is all that can calm me. he holds me close, i can hear his heartbeat. slow and steady. im soon asleep listening to the calming sound, when i wake three hours later its ten fourty six. i live all the way across town and its illegal for sixteen year olds to be in someone elses house without mayor approval. shit. Dax taps my shoulder and passes me a large stick.. i stare at it unimpressed untill i see the short thick nails sticking out of the side, its illegal but i have to get home and theres no chance id survive if im still walking at eleven. thats when yards twelve feet fences are closed off automatically and the pen holding the now three hundred and some zombies is opened, anyone unlucky enough to be caught out well.. they never make it. i take the weapon and start walking.
10:48 twenty blocks
10:50 eighteen blocks
10:52 sixteen blocks
10:54 fourteen blocks
10:56 twelve more, faster Calli faster
10:59 seven more, fuck.
11:00 i hear the buzzer, the slamming of gates, and the shierking. i run hoping to get to my place so that maybe i can die in the same place as my mom and brother. i hear the sounds of running feet, shierking and then i feel cold breath on my neck and smell rotting flesh and blood. here goes noting
point of veiw: Dax Matting
earilier that day
"and here are last nights casualities in our towns attempt in order; Hannah Louise Tanner, 27. Taylor Roy Matthews, 34. and Marcus Dean Harrison, 28; that is all. have a good day." i stare at the screen as Marcus' picture disapears. this is bad. this is really bad. Calli Lynn Harrison is.. my girlfreind? my lover? my consort? we have been in our odd relationship since two weeks after i moved here when i kissed her on her porch and walked away. she doesnt care im silent, she doesnt know why i am, but she accepts it and respects it. making her even more perfect. with her light brown hair hazel eyes that turn a vivid green when she's happy. yet my perfedct girl is so self consious she goes into flight mode when she hears people talking about her. she fidgets, cracking her knuckles, pulling her fingers. its the angriest thing ive ever seen but she is so calm in the face it makes it more terrrifying. Calli will be over soon i know it. she's probably with the mayor getting the same speech i got when i moved here, find a job and we'll give you money to behave, or we'll leave you outside for the zombies to snack on. i moved here because i had no choice. the military is disgusted by this town, head of biological warfare. the terror that swept through the rest of the united states when reporters caught wind of the fenced town with living dead. the president had no clue about this. the town had acted on its own. the president allowed it after the towns mayor threatened to loose the zombies. so that was that. let the wo thousand people inside the town suffer and save the rest. but the commander of my unit had other plans. he picked me to infatraate the town and reek havoc inside have the people revolt againtst the mayor and his people. i get that feeling in my chest and walk out to the porch. three minutes laater Calli is in my arms bawling in my bed as i hold her close. i can tell she's listenig to my heart beat as i feel her relax, than fall asleep in my arms. i wait a few minutes before i get up and go into the basement. "commander, i have three more deaths to report sir. and i believe i have a citzen ready o revolt sir. she has lost both her mother and older brother to the zombies." i click into the morse code machine on my desk, and wait. a moment passes before i hear the clicking answer "good job leuteniut, arm her but do not tell her your mission, hopefully you'll be out soon" i go into my secert room and grab bat. short sharp nails stick out of the light wood, perfect for smashing. i go to her place while she still sleeps. its about nine and i know have to go and wake her soon so she can go home but i have to do this. i go into her brothers room and search for the note. everyone has a note in case they die. his is in his snakes terriaram under the big rock. he told me so that id be able to help her.
Dax,
keep calli safe. i know your a military man. teach her to defend herself against them and then get her out of here.
Marcus
well.. that was short. i silently pray to marcus that ill get her out. i look at my watch, shit its ten thirty. i sprint back getting into the room at ten forty two and callis still asleep. ij get her up but shes not impressed i give her the bat and watch her walk off. i count down the minutes praying she gets home at ten fifty two i have a sick feeling she wont and run out the door. im three blocks away from her when eleven hits. i watch her keep running to her house and watch the zombies appear from the street beside her. there are three. a tall lanky one, Jarome i think, a short stealthy blonde, i knew her from trainging at the labs, Linda? Lexa? Lola thats her name. and the worst, a short plump woman with light brown hair, half torn out, half a face and shes the reason Calli screams. her mom. her acholholic mother Sarah-Taylor.L.Harrison. as if my calli's day could get any worse. i run the rest of the way to her and grab the bat. swing. dont look just swing. i hit flesh i can tell because something explodes all over my face. i hold back vomit as the smell hits me. god thats rank. i swing again looking this time and watch the bat hit Jerome in the temple, dropping him like a rock. i aim for Lola's head, looking into her dark eyes trying hard not to think about how sweet and kind she was and how we were close friends untill she died three months ago, because of the sermun they injected in the orginal zombies they do not rott unless they have open wounds which they can typically seal to prevent it, Lola and Calli's mom appear normal except wounds from how they died. Lola has no guts. they were tore out and thats the smell that cloggs my nose. Calli' mom is circling us and her jaw is completely gone, must o been who i first hit. she lounges and i snap the bat down hard on her neck and watch her die, again. the sirens start blaring and ambulance pulls up alog wwith a police car and the mayors vechile. shit.
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