Vampires vs. Zombies

Chapter 2: 2 years later

The group and I crouched around the forest until we came to a small opening. The season just turned to summer; the trees were an illuminate green as the sun shun down on them. 

It was a small opening; a meadow surrounded by the rest of the forest with a large white house in the middle. I took a deep breath and smiled. "Well don't this look nice. Jason would love this." I exhaled exhaustively. Jack glanced at me with sympathy. 

After 3 months of the apocalypse, we noticed shortly after it wasn't just the classical zombies that roamed the earth raving for flesh, It was a battle of vampires too. around that time we were stuck hiding in the woods as two creatures battled in the open. When Jason was with us, he helped us escape alive by a small cave leading us into the sewage. It was the first time our life was on the line. When we reached a small town, he found two walkie-talkies and gave one to me when we rested in a worn-down apartment complex. 

"I'm going out alone for a while to search for more food supplies. We're running low. I'll be fine-- I'll contact you every 15 minutes to insure you I'm okay." He told me. I bared my teeth at him. "You are no better than all of us in this hell! Don't think you can go out there alone for one simple task." I spat. He only grew a stern look and walked away without any mercy on my emotions. "Sure I can. You're the same ol' spite of a nag, you know that?" He laughed as if he was making a warm joke. His smile turned into a hard rock frown. "I only kept sticking with you because you are my friend. I don't need you to look after me." The last thing he would say to me as he left through the door. I clenched my fist in anger and punched a hole in the wall. I winced in emotional pain and screamed to let my frustration out. "Ungrateful bastard...!" Pam bent down and gave me a hug. I broke down to my knees and sobbed in her arms. "How could he... how could he say such awful things like that?!" I yelled, my voice muffled in Pam's shirt. Everybody stood in silence, letting me what I needed to do best.

I stood in the opening, looking at the white house as I thought about Jason. About 4 days after he left for scavenging, he took longer and longer to contact us on the walkie-talkie. After the 7th day, he stopped completely altogether. We all agreed on the decision he was dead. It hurt when I think about it from time to time. 

Walking carefully to the white house, I pulled out my obsidian knife that has been dull after the number of uses. I positioned myself to the rotten door, and pointed at it to the group. "Get your firearm ready. Just to be on the safe side in case anythings inside." I whispered. With Pam, Jack, Cassidy and Emily moving forward with their pistols ready, they nodded their heads to give the signal to open the door. I held up 3 fingers and counted down. "3...2...1." I gestured, and opened the door slowly and cautiously. In total silence, nothing flashed out or limped out gurgling. "Let's go in. Don't lower your weapons. We need to inspect the house to make sure there's nothing inside." I said, and slowly walked in the white house. Standing in a small circle, I put my knife back and took out my pistol. "Alright. I'll check the upstairs, Pam and Cassidy check the living, dining and kitchen, Jack and Emily will search downstairs. If you see anything, scream. Got it?" I whispered among the group. Everybody nodded obediently and moved out. Walking upstairs, I drew my pistol close to my face on standby. At the top of the staircase, there was a long narrow hallway. 5 doors. 4 on each side of the hall and one on the end. The door was open, and by the looks of the interior, it was the bathroom. Opening one door at a time on each side of the hall, I confirmed they were all bedrooms. Thankfully, I found nothing I needed to waste bullets on. But I still had to check cautiously to be on the safe side. I checked the closets and under the beds (none were storage) and everything was clear. Even the bathroom.

walking downstairs as my job was finally done, I checked on Pam and Cassidy. "How's everything so far? You find anything suspicious?" I asked as the girls gathered. Pam scrunched her face in response. "No. Nothing. All we found is a pantry full of food. By the looks of it, if we round it properly, it could last us for a couple months." She said. I smiled in satisfaction. "That's fucking great! We hit the jackpot on that one." I replied. I turned to Cassidy. "What about you?" I asked. She shook her head. "Nothing susp--" "AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" A sudden scream from Emily downstairs cut Cassidy off. Immediately, I rushed down in the basement and came to a wide opening. It was bigger than I thought. furnished too. It was a rec room. Looking to my left, I saw Emily on the ground as Jack struggled to push a massive zombie off her. Whipping out my pistol, I shot it clean through the head, saving Emily from almost getting bitten. She pushed against the lifeless body and curled up on the ground crying in fear. I stood there in the same spot as I was before, observing the dead body with a stern expression. Pam rushed over to Emily and helped her up. Cassidy glared at me with cold eyes, which broke my concentration. 

"You killed a zombie and you didn't comfort the victim when they almost died? What the fuck?" She grimaced, and walked over to Emily. Emily glanced up at me and buried her face back into Pam's arms. Without saying a single word, I walked back upstairs to the top floor and locked myself in one of the bedrooms. Curling up in a small ball as I laid in the surprisingly clean bed, I couldn't help but let out all my confusion and frustration. 

About 10 minutes after clearing out my confused thoughts after what the fuck just happened, I heard a subtle knock at the door. Without my permission, the door opened and softly closed. There was a moment of silence in "Do you mind if I come in...?" A deep voice asked. It was Jack. I didn't reply. Sitting on the edge of the bed beside me, I didn't look back to see him. He heaved a deep breath. "You must be taking it pretty hard. Not just by what happened, but the emotion you built up all this time. I understand." He explained. My eye twitched. "No, you don't." I mumbled a reply. Jack shook his head. "When Jason left, you hardened up pretty bad. I guess bottling it up just broke when something like this happened." He said. I flinched. "...It doesn't mater. He walked out on his own like the cocky bastard he is and never came back because he died from stupidity. There's nothing to bottle up from it." I said strictly. It was a lie. He knew it. I was making a fool of myself. But he never said anything. Instead, he lid down behind me and wrapped his arms over my waste. My heart skipped a beat. "Yes there is. You had a reason. You loved him." I shook my head as a tear ran down my cheek. "No. I never loved him. He meant something to me, but all the care I gave him, he threw it all away like trash." I said, my voice shaking, but cold. Jack turned me around and let me bury my face in his chest. "Fuck him." I cursed. Jack held my head softly. 

"Do you... like anyone?" He asked randomly. I hesitated to answer a question like that so suddenly. He chuckled and patted my head. "You don't have to answer right away. Just get some sleep." He said. "Bah. In your--" "I don't care. Get some sleep." He repeated. For once I let in without complaint, and we both slowly drifted to sleep.