The Day We Became Human

Part 6-The front

6 months later

"Mom I can't find my uniform!" God it was so annoying: the woman who would often clean our home would always misplace it.

I always tell her not to worry but she never ever listens, that's probably not her fault I can't expect her to know how to speak English when the only words I know how to say in Spanish are 'no habla español' and 'nada'. Thank God for this zombie apocalypse otherwise I would have failed Spanish.

"Have you checked the compartment under your bed?" I ran over to it, hope spilling through my fingertips as I fumbled around for the key to unlock the metal draw like compartment, situated underneath my bed. I sigh in relief thankful that I wasn't going to get a mouthful from my dear friend about the usual 'you take way too long to get ready' lecture.

"Thanks mom!" There was a knock at the door down stairs. Iris.

"I will be down in a minute!" I screamed so she'd hear me. I pulled on the tedious grey uniform. I was used to it so it didn't bother me; that I was wearing what looked like a frumpy grey polyester bag. I rushed down the stairs.

"Didn't take long at all." her black lips moved, her voice tinted with sarcasm as I stared at her.

"Anything to delay seeing you know who." I sung "plus let's not forget that time when-". she cut me off.

"Alright Lyra we don't need to be proven wrong let's go we are late." she said a small smile creeping on to her pale face.

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"Now seeing as you have completed training you and all the other squadrons will be briefed, then you will be going on to the field, luckily we have not yet seen sightings of the biters since my altercations with them a few months back, but just to be safe we will take three of the aircraft's most developed fighters out to the Fort Hood military base in Texas and see what is out there and if there are any survivors. Lyra may I have a word? The rest of you are dismissed." His voice hurt my ears and when he said my name it was like someone scratching a fork across a ceramic plate. He was just so draining but I'd managed to put up with it for the hours and hours of training with him; I'm sure I could put up with it for the many more hours to come.

"What?" I spat.

"You are one of the most developed fighters therefore you will be one of many, including me, who will be going out. Thought I'd tell you in advance... and also we need to keep any hatred for each other at home and work as partners if we want to live. Got it? " I stared at him blankly.

"Should be easy. We've had enough practice haven't we?". we'd agreed to no longer show hostility towards each other in public for both of our family's sake.

"Yes we have, great we're on the same page. We're done here." I turned on the heel of my army boots and exited through the grey doors.

Jude's POV

I knew it wasn't going to be easy with her always making the stupid remarks. She knows what buttons to press, that's why I've decided to keep a level head.

I mean over the last six months we've just gotten on with things.

I don't understand what triggered the hatred, but I am older and as the older one I have to be mature about things, but I wasn't having that stupid immature bit-- Keep a level head Jude.

Dad would always tell me that anger didn't solve anything and it's like it's his voice keeping me calm. When I was around age ten I suffered from ADHD, in other words: Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. My mom blamed herself for it when the doctor told us the causes of ADHD.