The chilly air pierces the holes of my sweater, making me shiver in the light of the moon. A grunt and a shift of a heavy foot crinkles and breaks many leaves that have fallen to the ground in the October month. I hear my breath pick up speed, heavy and forceful out of my lungs. I have the strong urge to run out of that field, and forget all about what I came for. But I can't, because people important to me is in the maze of the abandoned corn, now grown to over 15 feet above the ground. Another of a sideways, dragging foot, and another, and then ten more.
I remove the safety setting of the rifle, the little black nob clicking into place. The cold hard wooden stock of the rifle is cold against the corner of my face as I lift the firearm up, holding the forearm in place. I breath heavily, ears and eyes alert. The trigger is ready to fire, ready to give the relief to the creatures that haunt the world. The creatures that stole away my sister, and who captured my little sisters. This time, I will not fail like I did with Lexi, I will take Lilijana and Sapphire home. The creatures will pay.
The zombies will pay.
It was a normal day at Joutel Middle School, cold and rainy, but sunny and bright. People buzzing around, the popular girls trying to get to Damon Pavlov, the most idiotic and rude boy in school. An 8th grader, he thought he was all this and that, switching girlfriends every other day. It is a shame that he is my step brother.
"So, how's life?"
Turning around, I face my two best friends, Allannah Allen and Antonio Rodriquez. As usual, the two looked like twins. The dark chocolate brown hair with maroon and milk chocolate highlights, with oval faces and rich, chocolate brown eyes. A darker skin tone, like those in Mexico.
Allannah's brown hair is tied up in a messy bun, her baby hairs carefully framing her face, and a soft brown as a eyeshadow with the tiniest amount of mascara on the lashes. The loose, amethyst sweater and skinny jeans keeping her warm and cozy in the chilly weather of October. A quiet, mature young female, she was. Kind and sweet, she couldn't hurt the wing of a fly even if it hurt her. The caregiver friend.
Antonio's brown hair, messy and untamed as usual. Long and fluffy and soft, like feathers. A light grey hoodie and navy jeans. His brilliant white smile was like snow, clean and pure. He was the one with all the stories and jokes. He sees someone frowning, he makes it his mission to make the smile for the rest of the week. His jaw on the left side uneven, due to a biking accident in '98. Trying to do a 360 with a spin. The bike was in worse shape than him though.
We look like triplets.
"It's fine. Will is drunk, as usual." Will, my biological father, a drunkie sense my beautiful mother, Alyssa passed away three years ago. "And like usual, again, fell asleep in my bed." The jerk still tries to sleep in my bed. It used to be Ma's, but gave it to me when she passed.
"I have made the offer before, you could move to my house if you want to. Alyssa wouldn't blame you." Antonio says again, for the millionth time in the past year.
"You know why I can't."
A loud squeak ringed bright in the air, and a push and a shove indicated that it was time to go in. Chatter ringed throughout the narrow halls, a right turn and another to get to the eighth grade hall. Bright red lockers contrasted the sandstone tan ceiling. Saying goodbye to Allannah and Antonio, I walk to the locker and press my right ring finger against the fingerpad. Whipping open, I lunge back to avoid the slam of the door. Putting my stuff in the locker, I grab my books and close the door, walking to Mrs. Green's chemistry class.
I look at the clock, 8:49. Only two hours have passed since the start of the school day.
The paper below looks back at me with equations that I have no idea how the heck to solve, and yet it says "You dumb dumb. A dumb-dumb dumb-dumb dumb-dumb. Too scared to solve me, dumb-dumb?" The eyes of the 0's make me feel nauseous. I can't wait for choir. One half an hour left.
