The Downfall of YouTube

Christopher - Death

"That's something that I don't have an answer to, unfortunately," I say, not looking away from the sunlit road. "That's okay!" Jack says happily, still gazing at the forest we were driving by. "All that matters is that we're getting closer to Mark." "That's right," Phil says, snuggled up against Dan. He was fiddling with a covered throwing knife.

After a few moments of silence, Dan speaks up. "Hey, Christopher, you live near Wade, right?" "Yeah, why?" "Well, maybe Mark's staying there with Wade and Bob..." He trails off as I immediately step on the brakes, turning around the black car. Dan smirks at me through the rear-view mirror.

I see Jack smile through and I take a left, causing us to head out of town. "Sadly, I have no idea which house is Wade's, but I do know that it's in this general area," I say, motioning to the multiple houses around us. I choose a random driveway and park the mustang. I pull the hatchet out of my backpack, missing the heaviness of the ax. Also because it would be easier to get into the houses better. From what it looked like, the whole area was evacuated. Nothing was left, and there were hardly any signs of life.

      Dan, Phil, Jack and I head up to the door. Dan is in the front and tries to open the front door to the creamed colored house I parked in front of. It was locked, so I hit the doorknob repeatedly in an attempt to get the door open. Each hit was a loud "bang" that echoed throughout the community. When the metal frame finally gave in, it fell to the ground, causing more noise. I hit the door in and it hits the wall inside the home.

      I become alert, hatchet raised. Jack had both of his pistols up and ready and Dan and Phil did the same with their choice of weaponry. I look around the front room; it was extremely clean, but also extremely empty. Just furniture seemed to remain in the room.

      I take a few steps forward with Jack right behind me. Dan and Phil take the hallway to find the kitchen. Maybe the previous owners of this place had left a few cans of something.

      "Hey Jack, isn't it crazy?" I say, looking through drawers of a nightstand. We had found ourselves in the master bedroom by wandering.

       Jack looks up from the dresser drawer he's looking through. "What do you mean?"

      "It's been one day since the 'zombie apocalypse' begun. In this one, singular day, I've done things I never would have normally. I'm just flabbergasted," I say, turning back to the nightstand, reaching my arm deep into the wood case. I pull out a small revolver with a smile of triumph. "They musta forgotten this baby," I cheer, putting it in my pocket.

      Jack walks over to me, giving up on the drawer he was searching. "C'mon, let's look in other houses," he ushers me, pulling me to the door by the arm. That's when we heard a huge thud echo through the home.

      We run to the source of the noise. It was just Phil, who had knocked over a bunch of pots and pans, along with a few cans of food. "Oh my God, Phil! Ya scared ta shit outta me!" Jack exclaims, slightly aggravated.

      "Sorry..." Phil apologizes meekly, as soft as a whisper.

      I put out a hand and help Phil up. "It's okay Phil; you just scared us, all right?"

      "Y-yeah... thanks," Phil replies, looking down.
  
      "Guys, let's pack those cans up and head to another house, okay?" Jack decides. We put the cans evenly into four backpacks and walk to the door leading outside when we see exactly what non of us wanted in a million years. A horde of freshly decaying zombies approached from the road. There were at least 50, slowly crawling towards the four of us. All I could muster as everyone got into a defensive circle was a simple "Oh, shit."

      Jack was the first to shoot, his double pistols working as a sort of magic, putting a few down. But there were too many. Dan's shotgun had also been a big efficient, but he ran out of ammo very quickly. Phil was doing great with the bow, never missing a single shot. Me, on the other hand, was randomly shooting with my pistols. I had never been a good shot and had no other option than to break away from the group and physically stab the zombies with everything I had.

      But like I had said before, we were overrun. They had too much power in numbers, and I was forced back to the circle that Jack, Dan, Phil and I had created. Jack had cleared it up a bit, so I had an opportunity to get a few more kills in with my knives. Then that's when it happened. The horde somehow cut me off from the rest of the group and I was alone with empty pistols, a damaged knife, and a hatchet.

      Everything was a chaotic mess, and I couldn't see anything other than hordes of zombies circling around me and probably my allies. I try to hit every zombie I can in the head with my knife. The newly turned, fleshy zombies trapped me. I was surrounded, with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no one to save me. This was the end, and I was afraid to die. I squint my eyes and curl into a ball, bracing myself for the excruciating pain to come. I knew that a bite would hurt like hell. I drop my knife and backpack as I relax. If I'm going out. It should be peaceful... I'm ready.

      Goodbye, world.