Consumed [Zombie Apocalypse] (Boyxboy)

10.) Taken

~Creston's POV~

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.

A blinding light shines onto my face and I have to use my arm to shield my eyes.

"Drop the weapon!" I hear a man yell. I then hear the sound of guns being cocked and, not wanting to get shot, I dropped the knife that I was holding onto the floor and put my hands up in surrender.

The blinding light is still shining on my face, so I have to squint to make out the figures of the people who are raiding my house.

I notice a large burly man approach me and he thrusts me against a wall. I let out a grunt as the side of my face collides with the cool hard drywall.

He roughly pats every inch of my body down thoroughly, probably making sure that I didn't have any more weapons on me.

"Is there anyone else besides you in this residence?" He questions me demandingly has he finishes frisking me.

"N-no." I manage to stutter in response. My face is still plastered against the wall, fear making me unable to move. He then grabs my small shoulders with his large hands and spins me around so that I am facing him... or that I am facing his chest rather.

I tilt my head up and his piercing green eyes meet mine. I then notice that he is wearing an army uniform. Standing behind him are two other men wearing the same thing. Except, they have very large guns, while the one standing directly in front of me does not.

The man standing in front of me lifts his hand up into the air and twirls it. Immediately the two men behind him rush off into my house and start to search every inch of it.

"Have you had contact with any persons within the last twenty-four hours?" He once again commands a question.

"N-no." I stutter back, still unsure of what exactly is going on.

He looks at me skeptically for a second. "You haven't had physical contact with a parent, sibling or any other family member within the past twenty-four hours?" He glares at me as if he expects me to tell him that I'm lying.

"No, I-I haven't." His green eyes pierce into my soul. "M-my brother is in college, a-and my mother works a-at the hospital and hasn't b-been home in two days." My words are barely audible as I stutter my way through my explanation.

He looked as if he were about to say something, but was interrupted by the two men carrying the big guns. "It's all clear, sir."

He just nods his head at them and they head out the front door.

He turns back to me and smiles.

I took a step back because his sudden change of facial expression threw me off and made me a little uneasy.

"Pack your bags," He stated candidly. I tilted my head slightly sideways and gave him a questioning look.

"We're taking you someplace safe," He explained, reading the confusion clearly written across my face.