The Fallen

Chapter One

I sat, my head leaning against the solid white bricked wall and my eyes focused on the droplets of water trickling down the dusty, cracked glass window. We weren't safe here, but then again we weren't safe anywhere anymore.

I remembered it all in detail, my clammy hands gripping the gun tightly, my finger ready to pull the trigger. The sweat dripping from my forehead and the warm tears burning my tired eyes. The unforgettable sight of the pale grey skinned monster, covered in dark maroon blood and the bloodshot eyes which seemed to stare into my soul gave me chills.

But then...I remembered who the insane infected being used to be.
My eyes began filling with tears at the thought of what I did...I'm a murderer. What if she wasn't gone!? What if there really is a cure!? And I killed her, oh god I killed her! I covered my face with my bruised, aching hands and began to tear up once again.

"STOP! Mom! No stop!" I bawled my eyes out as I aimed the pistol at her or it, whatever she was anymore. Her short bitten arm attempted to claw at my throat, I backed up with trembling legs, avoiding the lethal swipe. Her clothes were torn and there was blood everywhere, but not just her own.

"STOP! STOP!" I screeched at the top of my lungs, but it didn't stop. She continued to growl and slowly approach closer. By how slow she was limping towards, it was as though she didn't want to harm me, but I knew deep down inside she was gone, my mom was gone. All she wanted now was to feed on my flesh for her own survival, my own mother wanted me dead.

"I'm sorry" I closed my eyes as I reluctantly fired the grey shiny pistol, the ringing sound was followed by the disturbing noise of the body colliding with the solid tiled kitchen floor. I immediately fell to my knees and regretted my decision. The bullet was jammed right between her eyes, which haltingly rolled back into her skull. Fresh blood oozed out from the bullet wound and I wanted to vomit. The whole scene made me feel so sick, I hoped it was a nightmare and that I would wake up, but I didn't...I couldn't, everything that had happened was all real. A puddle of blood soon formed and soaked my blue pyjama trousers.

"Oh my god" My brother clasped his hand over his mouth at the horrific view as he ran in. I looked up at his blood splattered face, my vision blurry from all the crying.

"Cmon" His voice shook as he pulled me up to my feet by my shoulders. He took the pistol from my weak clutch and held it firmly in his own.

"We need to leave" He announced, his voice still quivering with fear but he tried to put on a brave act for me, to reassure me that we were going to be alright, to reassure me that we were going to make it. I weeped even more when I saw my father layed on the floor, his intestines hanging out and half eaten.

"How did this happen!?" I cried and came to a hault. Both my parents were gone, was there even a reason for me to live anymore?

"Aquila" My brother wrapped his arms around me, engulfing me into a hug. "Listen, we are going to be okay, we just need to be brave, it's what they would have wanted" He stared into my hazel eyes and I stared back into his deep coffee coloured ones. I nodded my head in agreement and tried to pull myself together.

I guess you could say I was lucky, lucky my father owned a pistol and that I wasn't the one opposite the gun. But sometimes, I think to myself, would it really be that bad if I had died? I can't stop thinking about that day and how I would give anything to go back and save them.

The disease spreaded like wildfire, within days it had infected most of the UK and within a week, Europe. I know that within months it will be everywhere across the globe and there would be no escaping it. Each day is another day in hell, the world was dying, I knew that and soon there would be nothing left.