The finest hours of the apocalypse

Chapter 1: The Beginning

AUTHOR'S NOTE: the picture is of the two brothers you will find out about as you read on. Just know that it goes from youngest to oldest (left-younger right-older)

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"Everyone and anyone that is listening to this message please stay calm during this situation" the static over took the radio in the truck, but you could make out the words 'chemical' and 'virus'. I reached out to turn the volume down.

It was silent in the truck. I still couldn't believe what had happened earlier that day. Maybe they left for a serious reason. A reason that would've seriously helped me.

In the mist of my thoughts I was snapped back to reality when I spotted two guys with back packs signaling for help on the side of the road. I came to a halt and rolled the window down.
"Do you guys need any help?" I asked dumbly, obviously they're going to need help. It's the apocalypse.

"Yeah" "yes please" the two said in unison. They looked like they were in their teenage years, like me. One looked a little older than the other. I thought, I don't need anymore baggage. But then I thought, that's probably what my parents we're thinking when they left me. I let out a sigh and then smiled.

"Get in" I watched them through the rear view mirror as they came into the car. It was silent for a couple long seconds, then I unbuckled and turned around to face them in my seat. "I'm Adrian" I stuck my hand out for them to shake.

"I'm Ezekiel" the older looking one brought his hand to mine and shook it.

"I'm Brett" the other one did the same.

"I have a couple questions" I had some things I wanted to know about the two hitch hikers.

"Okay" Ezekiel said going along with it.

"Okay, how old are you two?" I asked.

"Well I'm sixteen" Ezekiel put a hand to his chest as he answered.

"I'm fifteen" Brett casually answered.

"Okay cool. I'm fourteen" they both got wide eyed to my answer. "What is it?"

"It's just..." Ezekiel looked towards Brett for help.

"Can you properly operate a vehicle?" Brett asked nervously. I laughed and then replied.

"Does it look like I can operate a vehicle?" They looked at each other again. "Oh my god! Will you two stop with the looking!" They instantly looked away from each other "thank you and for your information I've had lessons on how to drive, okay. I haven't had a lot but I know the basics"

"Well I..I have a license" Ezekiel looked at me when he spoke.

"And I have the keys" I eyed them hard just before I turned to face the road ahead and quietly stated "and this is my truck now"

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It's been about fifteen minutes since I stopped to pick up those guys. They've been chattering away in the back about the potential apocalypse.

"Do you think if I build up my
B/O, it'll deflect the zombies?" I heard Brett ask in the back. I wasn't really sure if he was joking or being serious.

"Well your immense musk build up didn't really help us back at the house" Ezekiel replied. I heard Brett laugh. What was Ezekiel talking about? Was he attacked by zombies inside of his house? Was he infected?!

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" I asked eager for some information. Brett got ready to tell me what he told Ezekiel.

"Ok so I asked Zeek, do yo-" Ezekiel cut him off by hitting the back of his hand on Brett's chest.

"No dude" I looked at Ezekiel through the rear view mirror "she wants to know what happened at the house" their attention was turned towards me now. I stopped the truck, took the key out of the ignition, and turned around in my seat.

"Yeah, so go on" I said.

"They were talking on the news about a outbreak or something so we" he glanced at Brett "started packing, then we heard a loud crash, like a window downstairs broke. I snuck down to see what it was and....it was just walking around. I went back upstairs and told Brett that we had to go, now. Our uncle wasn't home and we had to leave. The thing is that there wasn't a car to leave in so we started down the road and then there you were, this fourteen year old girl driving this big truck." They laughed, I smiled "that's when we started signaling for your help and that's also when I knew that you were in the same position we were in"

I smiled. That's when Brett started talking.

"What's your story?" Brett asked.

"Same thing with the news, but a couple different details. I packed after my dad told me what happened on the news" I held it together at the thought of that moment "when I was ready to leave I went downstairs... The family car was gone along with my parents" I paused, everything was silent "but um...the truck was still in the garage so I decided to save myself, to do what I had to, to survive. Alone"

They slumped back in there seats. I mean what is someone suppose to say after that. After a couple seconds Brett sat up.

"Hey that sucks, but you stopped to help out two random guys you saw on the side of the road just because of the kindness in your heart. At least they did one think right"
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