The next morning, I woke in a state. I was covered in sweat. I sat up at what felt like the speed of light, and felt something in both of my hands. I lifted my hands up above the cover and, to my horror, it was the contents of the box. The note and the knife. Only this time the knife wasn't covered in blood. I looked at the note one more time and remembered something. It was Christmas day.
For the next half-hour, I was pacing around my spacious room thinking about what this mysterious writer meant about 'the Christmas present'. That's when it struck me. My mum and step-dad usually woke me on Christmas day. I took the knife just in case, and cautiously, opened my door and walked out of my room. I heard groaning, and that's when I noticed that I didn't have those dreams out of coincidence. I walked towards my parents bedroom door, and slowly and quietly opened the door. Then is when I felt like my heart was destroyed into a million pieces. My step-dad was quiet literally eating out my mum. My mum had a gaping hole in her belly, blood dripping out her mouth, and my step-dad was on top of her eating her insides. In that moment I may have over-reacted but I just did it. I threw the knife straight into my step-dads head.
I never liked that motherfucker anyway.
So it was Christmas day and I had already killed someone and lost my mother. And if I have to say, the first kill is the worst because after you've done it, you don't know what to do afterwards. I finally thought about all that video games had taught me, so I pulled the knife out of his head, grabbed a bunch of my personal belongings, clothes, a blanket, and my favourite book series 'The Hunger Games', Yes they came out in 2012, but I still love them, and put them all into a small lightweight suitcase of mine and walked out the door. That is when I thought I should probably get some food for the road. So I went back in to the unlocked house and got a plastic bag and filled it with some food from my fridge.
After walking about a quarter of a mile, I noticed that I was walking past the local shop. I small bit of information, the local shop in my village is one of the only places my phone can get signal. So I quickly whipped out my iPhone 9S, and decided to call one of my best mates. 'Harry Warner' I whispered to myself. So without hesitating I called the number. 'Dammit!' I hissed. He didn't answer. I called again, the exact same outcome. I did not dare to think that Harry had become a Zombie. I called one more time, just to be sure. 'Sup Jordan, what do you want?' He said to me in a slow and tired voice. 'Were you sleeping?' I replied. 'No,' he said sarcastically 'I was having a shit.' I was aware he didn't know of the Zombie apocalypse happening just outside his door. 'Oh and to answer your question, I'm okay apart from the fucking Zombie apocalypse!!' I shouted over the phone. 'Holy shit, I know the protocol, I'm on my way!' He said to me. 'Don't forget Jack.' I said just before he hung up. 'Ohhhhh okay...' He moaned to me.
Oh and FYI, me, Harry and Jack - Jack is Harrys brother - made a plan just in-case a Zombie apocalypse did occur. Harry and Jack would get in Harrys van and they would come pick me up. After planning this I did some research and made the assumption that if a Zombie apocalypse did happen, there would only be one airport left functioning in the UK. The only problem was that it was in Edinburgh, Scotland. So I told them that if it did happen, we were going to have to travel up to Scotland. Luckily though, Harrys girlfriend lived up in Scotland, and he visited her every-so-often, so he knew the route.
Authors Note: I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. I combined Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 to make a longer Chapter 2. I also did this as they both linked together and it would help you to crave in your mind whats going to happen next. I will upload Chapter 3 (which was Chapter 4) next week or maybe even closer to Christmas day.
Many Thanks; UniosOfFifteenland
