Consumed [Zombie Apocalypse] (Boyxboy)

8.) In the Dark [part 2]

~Creston's POV~

It's been two days since the power has been completely on. Occasionally, there will be a brief 15 minute period of electricity, but that has only happened five times in the past 48 hours.

And to add to that; the cell towers are all down, so that means that I can't make any calls to Joe or any of my friends. And to top it all off; no cell tower means no data.

Meaning no internet.

Meaning no connection to the outside world.

Meaning I'm completely desolate from everything going on around me.

Plus, my mother hasn't been home since the power went out, so I'm starting to run low on my food supplies.

And as if this day couldn't possibly get any worse... my phone died.

So now I'm just laying here, on my bed, staring up at the stark white ceiling thinking about how I should actually do something so that I don't die of apathy.

But, what is there to do?

Before the power went out, they told us to stay indoors. So I can't do anything outside. I'm all alone so I'm not about to whip out a game of Monopoly or Candyland to play by myself.

God this sucks!

I can't do anything that has to do with technology. That means no television, no phone, no internet, not even a radio or a...

Wait!

A radio!

I know that we have a battery run radio around here somewhere.

I quickly hop off of my bed and practically fly down the stairs to the main level, then down another flight of stairs to the musty basement. As I'm halfway down the stairs, I realize that it's pitch black and that I need a flashlight in order to be successful in finding what I'm looking for. So, I head back up the stairs and into the kitchen, to the junk drawer, where I find a small, metal, baby blue flashlight. With that in hand, I head back down to the basement.

When I reach the bottom of the steps, I click on the flashlight and shine it over the piles of dust-covered junk lying everywhere. I stand there for a minute pondering where to start looking. I decided the pile of stuff next to an old record table would be the best place to start.

After about an hour of digging, and sneezing, through the chalky clutter, I'm unsuccessful in finding what I'm looking for.

I could have sworn that we had a radio, though.

I sulk back up the stairs and just as I reached the top, something hit me.

The attic!

I head upstairs and, once I've reached the top, I look up to see the door to the attic just above my head. I stand on my tip-toes and try desperately to reach the handle, but ultimately fail.

I let out a sigh of frustration and head to my room to grab my spiny chair from my desk.

I stand up on it, cautiously, and start to wobble but I quickly regained my balance by grabbing onto the handle of the attic door.

I try to pull it down, but the door only budged slightly. I pulled again, this time slightly harder, and it moved a little bit more.

I sighed in annoyance and I pulled down on the handle again, this time with all of the strength that I could muster up.

The door came swinging down and I fell off of the chair and landed with a hard thud onto the carpet below me. Then, there is a loud clang as the ladder cascades down and opens so that you can climb up it.

I grab the flashlight that flew across the hallway and start to climb the rusting, squeaky ladder.

Once I reach the top, I turn on the flashlight and almost ran back down the ladder as fast as I possibly could.

There were spider webs everywhere!

If there's one thing that I hate more than anything in the whole entire world, it's spiders.

They're so creepy and unsettling, and just plain gross.

I shudder as a chill goes down my spine at the thought of the creepy little crawlers.

I take a gulp before stepping forward and sweeping the flashlight over the whole attic before something catches my eye.

A radio!

I quickly, but not too quickly, walk over to the radio and pick it up, almost gagging at the spider webs that were covering it.

I headed back over to the ladder when I felt something tingle on my hand. I look down at it and shriek in horror as I see a huge spider, about the size of a quarter, scurry across my hand and up my arm. It's prickly legs sending tingles throughout my whole body with every step it took.

I take my other hand and slap the ugly creature off of me and I practically throw myself down the ladder while tossing the webbed radio far away from me.

My heart is racing as I continue to wipe myself off, still with the feeling of the spider crawling up my arm.

I shudder once more and attempt to calm myself down.

I hurriedly fold the ladder back up and slam the attic door shut; thinking to myself... never again.

I head over to where I threw the radio and I tapped it with my foot, just to make sure there were no more surprises waiting for me.

I picked up the ancient thing, with as few fingers as possible, and brought it downstairs.

I looked under the sink and found a container of disinfectant wipes. I then went over to the junk drawer and found a couple of batteries of different sizes.

I sat at the table and cleaned the radio until there were absolutely no more spider webs left. After that, I crack open the back and, luckily, I had the right batteries needed for the thing to work. I popped in some batteries and turned the thing on.

Static.

I sigh and find the knob that changes the stations. I turn it for a while until I begin to hear the muffled sound of voices over the loud static sound.

I turn the knob just a tiny bit more, and the voice comes in clearly. 

Once again, said an older male voice, the White House has declared a national state of emergency. Everyone is to stay indoors at all times. Do not leave unless you are otherwise instructed to do so by government officials. If you see anyone suspicious or showing signs of disease do not approach, they are extremely dangerous and will attack.

A pang of worry surfaces as I listen to the speaker, who is starting to sound more and more animatronic with every word spoken.

I turn off the radio, knowing that if I listen to it any longer, I'll probably go insane and start assuming that the world is ending or something crazy and unrealistic like that.

In a couple of days, this will all go back to normal and everything will be fine.


I head to the living room and am about to plop down on the couch when I hear a loud banging at the door.

I freeze, fear coursing through every vein and capillary in my body.

If you see anyone suspicious or showing signs of disease do not approach, they are extremely dangerous and will attack. The man's words echoed through my head as I think about who... or what could be just beyond that door.

Another round of loud banging erupts throughout the house and I quietly head into the kitchen and grab the largest knife that I could find.

I then head towards the door, where another round of loud banging takes place.

I hold the knife up in defense, grab the handle of the door, and pull it open.