A single zombie trips over a souless corpse and falls onto a car which brings it to life. The screaming car starts attracting all other of the zombies in the area to the single one. Tripping over each other, confused like and looking around for fresh prey.
Besides the car alarm, it is complete silence in the area. The painful moans from the disgusting yet interesting creatures have stopped for the time being. There are no screams or shooting and all it is are blood covered roads with bodies on top of bodies, limbs upon limbs. A zombie comes around the corner, joining the party, investigating the car alarm. It hopes to find food but with no luck.
Then all of a sudden, it drops on the floor and makes a very quick thud when it makes contact with the cold, wet road. The zombies turn around to look at where the noise came from when they pick up the scent of Jordan. They smell the 29 year old, 5'12 Puerto Rican standing under the sign that reads Coller St. and begins limping towards him. They trip over each other and struggle to get back up to continue their pursuit.
"Oh shit," Jordan says. He begins to run across the street that leads to Franklin Av. and stops at the corner. "Shit shit shit." Jordan looks down the hill which seems to be clear and non-zombiefested. He runs down hill but then catches glance of a path leading to two apartment buildings. He decides to go hide in one of the apartments for a day. He chooses the left building.
Arriving at the door, he notices the door after the first door, the one that actually grants access into the building, open. Cautious, he opens the door slowly and closes it behind him before passing the second door to check if the coast is clear. Peeking his head in, he notices blood all over the place but no signs of the undead. He walks up the steps and starts checking door by door to see which is open. He ends up at apartment 1F and checks if it's unlock.
It is indeed unlocked. He opens it a little but hesitates to enter. He leaves it be and checks the other doors on the first floor. The only other door unlocked is 1E which is right next to 1F of course. Jordan enters apartment 1E and checks it out. He notices the classic Chinese culture upon entering and feels a little discomfort. Not that he rejects the culture, but merely because he doesn't really understand. Sadly, he doesn't find anything useful in the apartment so he decides to check out apartment 1F.
The moment he opens the door, he is welcomed by a little mix of Chinese, Hispanic culture; mostly hispanic though. He walks up to the table right in front of him and looks to his left. He notices a homemade room made for one person and a bookshelf right outside of the room. He examines the pictures.
"Uh," Jordan says to himself. "They're Hispanic. They look Puerto Rican! I guess they just got some of their stuff at a Chinese place or something. Oh well. It feels good to sorta be around familiar culture." He looks into the homemade room. "So I'm guessing this "room" belongs to a girl..."
The room is half a size of the average living room, maybe even a little less. It's wood wall is covered by posters of her favorite bands and actors. The girl's twin bed is pink and it's blankets are messy. The real wall, the apartment wall, is covered by a wardrobe and bookshelves. They both are occupied by clothes upon clothes UPON clothes.
The girl also has a bag full of her panties on the floor, next to a bag of makeup. Her hanger is next to the wood wall and even more clothes are hanged on it. Jordan can tell she is clothing crazy and unquie. Her clothes are a full of varies style groups. Then, he notices a picture of a girl and a boy next to her bed on dresser with a fish tank on top.
"This must be her and her boyfriend," Jordan says to himself when he picks up the photo. "I wonder if they made it out alive. I hope so. They look so cute together." Jordan wipes the sweat from his brow and turns over the photo. He reads what is there.
"For my dear Alexandra, I want you to know I think you're amazing and perfect. You shouldn't hurt yourself. You're too goddamn beautiful. Just remember that. Always. - Tate"
"Huh... I guess their love story is quite a saga. Especially her life story. Hm... So I guess I'm in the home of Alexandra. Huh? What's this?" Jordan lifts another photo of her and a boy together. He looks at the back.
"Babe, I'm sorry for everything I've done... I was foolish. I understand why you won't take me back... Anyway, I hope another guy makes you happy. Two years together is pretty long, honey. I'll treasure it always. Remember: I pinkie promise to try to stop cutting if you promise to play games with me. You gotta love that rule. - Conner"
"Jesus... I bet this is quite a love triangle. Kids these days." Jordan puts the photos in his pocket. "Just in case." He notices the phone light up on the messy bed full of stuffed animals and picks it up.
"Reminder: Lift your head and stay strong. Don't take shit from anyone and smile on. Don't cut, darling. Have a nice day."
"She really must be something if she needs to remind herself this." Jordan said. He puts the phone in his pocket as well and walks out towards the kitchen. "I'm fucking hungry. I hope they have-" Jordan stops talking and looks at all the food on the counter. These are the bags that haven't met with a cabinet yet. "Oh fuck yes." As Jordan walks in, he notices something odd. There is a half made sandwich on the counter and a knife on the floor with mayonnaise on it. He picks it up.
Jordan slowly looks it over. He can't help but feel as if something is wrong and then it hits him. It's still wet. He wipes the knife to make sure he is right and not to his surprise, he is. It's fresh mayonnaise on a knife and the bread on the counter looks fresh too. Probably because the bag with the bread in it is still open. Alerted, he looks around the house to make sure they're home and okay but no soul but his is in that house. He concluded they left in a hurry or something after checking the bathroom and the two rooms which are Alex's aunt's and mom's room.
"Okay, so what the hell." Jordan said. "Fuck it." He went back into the kitchen and made himself some food. He ate it like a gaint, shoving most of it into his mouth before chopping down on it. "Oh my god, this is so good." Chop chop nom nom. He adores hit masterpiece until he hears a knock. "The hell..." He swallows the last bits of his food until going out into the living room. He stands in the middle and listens closely.
Knock knock knock. It's coming from the door. He walks slowly up to the door. "Wait," Jordan quickly tip toes back into the kitchen and grabs a knife. "So cliche." He walks back up to the door and-
"Hey, hey dude!" a voice calls out to him. It's coming from behind the door. "Dude, open up. I know the owner of this apartment."
"What..." He says to himself. Jordan lowers the knife and puts it in his jeans behind him. He opens to the door half way. "Who are you?"
"Whoa, dude. Relax. I'm with a group of people not far from here. We're suppose to keep watch in certain areas and bring them back to our camp for safety. I'm Collek." he said.
Light lit in Jordan's eyes as he said, "Camp? Survivors? Where man? Take me."
"Okay, man. Ease up," Collek chuckled. "I said I know the owners of this apartment. I actually need something. Can you go inside and get me the teenager's phone? She's at out camp and she really wants it."
"Oh, yeah no problem." Jordan turns around and was about to walk when he remembers he has it in his pocket. "Wait I have it-" TUH. A single blow sends Jordan falling onto the floor.
"COME!" Collek yells. A group of three men cam rushing in and took away Jordan. Collek followed behind out of the building. "Those Safe Haven people took our teenagers. I guess we'll have to settle with him until we find them and take them. I spotted them. THEY ARE MINE. YOU DO NOT COME AND TAKE WHAT IS MINE."
"Yes sir."
"Of course, sir."
"Yes, sir. All yours."
"Of course they're mine, you pricks. Now put him in the car and fuck off."
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Book 1 - Slit My Wrist, Hope to Die
Fiksi Ilmiah*Sexual Content, Bloody Content, Mature Language, Death* (Smut is requested by the girl who requested this story.) NOTE: ( I am only writing this for a girl I promised to write this for. The story may be odd but that is for the girl. If you dislike...
