Bite Me

[Chapter One]

     I was told the world was absolutely perfect. Full of love, happiness, and peace. I was told that the world only had its ups, never it's downs. Folks told me that's all that it had  been. I can only be highly disappointed, knowing that the people I loved dearly were lying to me the whole time. A man opened my delicate eyes, and showed me the realness of life. Lyon is his name. I love Lyon dearly, his slight humor layered in kindness and honesty. He showed me that the world had its dark sides and that one day, I'd be put up to a test against them.
          Lyon claimed everyone fought against the evil, and that everyone had their times to battle it. He said that some battled it alone, and some battled it with others at their side. I had only wondered what my test would be. I waited for the evil to come to me, inviting it with open arms. That was the biggest mistake of my life. The flesh ripping monsters outside don't think so though. In fact, I don't know if they think at all. Can they tell who they once were as they're straggling about the streets, reeking of blood? Heck if I know, I'm lost in this world.

          I sit alone in the abyss of my dark room, peering through the blinds. I watch the dead, seeing people I knew feasting on the remains of other people. It's strange, how this all came upon us. We never had a warning, nor even knew something like this could happen. Did someone create this mess? Or did it invade our world by itself? Either way, someone should be punished, right? Thousands.. No.. Millions of people's lives have been taken just within the span of three hours. That's terrible.
          I begin to think about it all, thinking of those I loved. They're gone, aren't they? They're all those things? My parents weren't those things, because they were killed ten years ago, when I was only five. That's when Lyon took me in, being a family friend. I swear at the thought of Lyon being out there. He's a fighter, a survivor, but could he survive this mess? Surely if I could, he could too. Lyon has way more skills and brain power than I. He's out there, I know it. I reach for a radio in my room, one I've been trying to get a signal on for hours. I fiddle with its buttons, only static coming through. I place the radio back onto the ground, continuing to watch the dead. Suddenly as I continue to peer through the blinds, my green eyes scanning the area, I hear a slam of my back door.

"Wh-" I noised, quickly covering my mouth afterwards.

          I shouldn't make a sound, the dead are attracted to noise. Just by saying a simple word, you could have a whole pack of them on you. Whatever it was, I couldn't invite it in for a tea party. I'm still alive to survive. I jump from the blinds, crouching low and ready to kill whatever was in my house. I take out my knife from my belt and swiftly turn the corner. As I was about to stab this intruder in the head, I realized familiar features coming into play. It wasn't one of those monsters. It was a regular person, covered in blood and smelling it too. Their breathing struggled, and their eyes were closed with exhaustion. It was clear to see they were in a handful of pain. This was someone I knew, someone I had been waiting for.

"Lyon?"