Only Time (UNEDITED AND ON HOLD)

The end is the begining /1

Everybody's screaming, the world is falling to pieces.

I scream out for my brother "George, George!" My voice lost amongst the chaos outside.

I look out the window in the living room and nearly gag, tears stream down my face as through the chaos I see rotting men, women and children gorging themselves on my parents and younger brother.

I panic and rush upstairs to my room.

I slam the door shut behind me then make sure my room's secure, I grab the key from my shelf and lock myself in while I search for weapons of some description.

As I ransack my room I come across my baseball bat collection and thank god, I examine them and decided to grab two of the three.

I am now armed with a metal baseball bat and a wooden bat.

Out my window I can see the hoard, for lack of a better word, of broken people drifting slowly away.

They lumber down the street, a few creatures speed up at the sight and sound of someone running across their path. I slide down with my back to the wall below my window.

All I feel is a flash of inevitability when I hear the screams brake and die, the inevitability of my death.

I must've fallen asleep because I wake up the next morning sat on the floor in front of my bed.

It's quiet. Too quiet, did they kill everyone? Did it only take one night to destroy my come town?

Standing up slowly and stretching I then creep over to my window and peer past the curtains, seeing no dead people walking around makes me instantly relieved but then I see them.

Bloody and barely there at all the remains of my family are in a revolting heap surrounded by a swarm of flies.

I gag.

I feel empty yet stuffed full of emotions, but I can't cry, I can't scream, I can't comfort myself, all I can do is sit on the floor with my back to the wall and hug my knees into my chest.

"Breathe Maisy, breathe." I mutter to myself.

A few minutes pass and I don't hear anything so I decide to take a risk and go check the rest of the house is secure.

I stand up and bring the key, that has been in my hand since yesterday, into the keyhole of the door.

About to twist the key and push open the door I glance down at my clothes and realise that an oversized shirt and some shorts are hardly what I want to wear while possibly running away from these...things.

I take the key out of the lock and place it on the shelf, looking down at my hand I see red marks from where I had been gripping it through the night.

I wipe my hand on my shorts.

Yanking open my wardrobe doors I shift through all the clothes till I find some thick leggings and a long sleeved shirt.

Leggings, yeah seems like a weird choice but I'm quite flexible and I went through a phase where I did karate. Kicking was always my favourite and I don't want the restriction of jeans if I'm unarmed.

Looking around my room I see my grey hoodie lying on the floor, as I pick it up and get changed I'm looking for any bags I can use.

All my bags are downstairs except one and I'm glad that I use a backpack for school and not one of those impractical handbags, I decide to pack it later . I'm dressed now in dark leggings, maroon shirt and a plain grey hoodie, I just stand for a minute or so just thinking.

I grab a few belts and put them on so that they can hold the two bats whilst I grip the metal one tightly with my right hand.

I'm ready.

I inch towards the door and place my hand on the nob, turning it slowly I pull the door towards myself.

When the door is almost fully open I look out cautiously but I don't see anything unusual so I creep out, closing the door behind me.

I'm push back against it as one of them lunges for me, swinging my arm I aim to smash it's skull with my metal bat.

I hear the sickening crack and squelch of its head as the bat connects with it knocking the creature away from me, it slumps to the ground unmoving.

I think it's really dead now, I jab it with my bat.

Yeah, it's dead for sure this time. Dead dead.

"That was intense."

Jerking my head up I find myself facing a person, a living breathing one, I want to brake down in tears at the fact that I'm not alone anymore.

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?" I force out as I study the boy in front of me.

He seems to be only a few years older than me, he has a sort of rugged look about him, his clothes are torn in places and are splattered with blood.

"I'm Ashton Greeves, and I'm here because I was checking for survivors. Looks like I found one." As he replies I notice his eyes are either a really dark blue or brown but I can't tell from the lack of light.

"Maisy Brice." I say standing up straighter however he's still much taller than me.

Dark hair cut short is the next thing I notice about him, it's not in some ridiculous mess or hanging in front of his eyes.

"Shall we skip the formalities for now? You know, with the whole apocalypse thing happening." Ashton smirks slightly but there is no amusement in his eyes.

"Is that the only weapon you have?" I say gesturing toward a bloody kitchen knife in his left hand.

"Yes, I see you're well equipped." I look at him as he says that and I decide to trust him just a little, I open the door behind me and motion for him to go in.

After he's inside my room I survey the landing and listen hardly daring to breathe, once I am convince that we are alone I join him.

"Grab the bat." I instruct him as he looks away from the window towards me.

"Over there." Ashton moves towards where I'm pointing and pulls my last baseball bat out from the glass trophy cabinet were I keep all my sports awards and signed objects.

"Thanks." He nods at me.

"Yeah, yeah. I can hardly put my life in your hands when all you have is a big knife, because that's what this means. I'm trusting you to cover my back and help me not die and in turn I will help you not die." For a moment he looks startled by my sudden speech, then he just nods his head.

"I understand, I'll help you not die." A ghost of a smile forms on his lips but I turn away to lock the door and when I look back it's gone.

"Well then, nice to meet you Ashton Greeves." I reach out to shake his hand.

"You too Miss Maisy Brice." This time I see him smile as his hand closes around mine and I think to myself, maybe we can survive this.