Zombiestuck- Not Okay

Chapter 1

"Heroes aren't always the ones who win. They're the ones who lose, sometimes. But they keep fighting, they keep coming back. They don't give up. That's what makes them heroes" -Cassandra Clare

Jake

My eyes snapped open and were quickly blinded by a light, not bright enough to actually hurt me, but bright enough to startle me right after having my eyes shut for hours. I instinctively squeezed them shut and took a second to process what was going on.

It's morning, I thought with a sigh. I rolled over to grab my glasses and check the clock, just like I did every morning. But that's not what happened. Instead I fell off the bed. What the heck? My nightstand was usually right there... wait...

I opened my eyes and stood up to see that I was in fact not in my bedroom. Now I was thoroughly confused. Where am I?

I could just barely make out an unfamiliar room lit up by a set of flickering overhead lights and a big window streaming in afternoon sun. There were three more empty but clearly used beds and a table across the room, with a halfway opened door in the corner leading into a hallway I couldn't see.

Suddenly I remembered something. Sburb.

The thought only confused me more. What happened to the game? Where was I? How did I fall asleep? How did I get here? Where were my glasses? What was going on?!

I looked down. I was wearing tan shorts, white sneakers and a pale yellow shirt with the Hope symbol on it. I don't even own this.

Suddenly I heard footsteps. I panicked and ducked behind the bed, because apparently in the moment I had decided that would actually be helpful in the event that there was some psychopathic killer after me. The silence of me holding my breath in fear was broken by the sound of the door creaking open, followed by a thankfully familiar voice.

"Jake?"

I recognized it instantly and stood up to see the blurred figure of Dirk leaning against the doorframe, in black jeans and a heart symbol t-shirt. The sight of him calmed me down a little and slowed the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my head. At least I wasn't the only one in this place, whatever it was.

"You're awake", he said.

"Yeah, I... where are we?" I asked, squinting as I looked around the room. He walked over to the table and handed me my glasses, which just made me feel silly for not having found them myself.

"I don't really know", he shrugged.

I put on my glasses and turned to the window to see if I could recognize anything now.

"You might not want to-" he started, but I had already looked down at the street below. I screamed and staggered back. Crowded in the streets were sickly-looking humanoid figures, covered in gashes and blood. I turned back to Dirk, my heart racing and my mind already filling to the brim with all sorts of horrifying explanations for what I had seen.

"Are those..." I trailed off. He nodded.

Zombies.

I sat down on the bed, struggling to take in the situation. He grabbed a piece of paper off the table and sat next to me.

"I woke up and it was just you and me. It was only a couple hours ago, but you weren't waking up for some reason so I decided to walk around the place and see what it was. I think it's some kind of research facility. There's a kitchen, a lab, and a couple rooms full of weapons, but I have no idea how we got here."