Everything Else I Held Dear

Where am I?

There he was. Thrashing and squirming away from what seemed to be a bloody hand jutting out from around a corner. My heart skipped a beat. What the hell is going on?!

"HeLp! dO iT, NoW!!" His face was red as the hand kept tugging on his shirt, but I couldn't bring myself to whip the rusty pole down and smash through the hand's cartilege. I just stood there, fidgetting and a nervous wreck like an idiot. He started to get tired and looked up at me with the most scared and confused face I had ever seen. The distance the hand was from his body was too close! I couldn't bring the pole down... quick. THINK! Oh, how stupid I was... I immediately took his clammy hand and tugged. We fell on the floor as I quickly stood to face whatever was holding on to him. But... there was nothing. Hold on... what? Why did we fall so easily? What's going on?!

"BWUAHAHAHAHAHUEHUEHUE!!" There on the floor lay a red faced guy, cracking up and rolling on the floor while holding on to his stomach. A while ago he had been terrified and desperate. I quickly got down to his level. I shook him a few times, furious and again: confused.

"Hey, HEY! Shut the FUCK up. Tell m--ARGHS:LQNXOOEXVGAV:KAVGXALKSL!!" I screeched as the hand flew up and landed on my lap. I jumped up in disgust, startled. He once again started to laugh away. I've had enough. I went ahead and proceeded to punch him in the nuts. He coiled into a ball as a sharp but lasting pain went through him.

"What the... hell? Aw.....shit." He said through clenched teeth.

"What the hell, man! What's going on? I just had an amputated hand fall unto my lap!" I hollered in fury at him. He sat up, regaining his breath. He smirked and chuckled.

"You should've seen your face... Oh, NO! Whatever shall I do?" He mocked my voice," Hell... I just thought it'd be funny. Sheesh... anyways, what the hell were you doing in that room? You were just all tipsy turvy," His face suddenly turned into concern.

"Well...," rubbing my head, I tried to remember as hard as I could how I got there in the first place," I don't know... who are you? Were am I? It looks like an office building. Why's everything torn to shreds? And most of all... what the fuck is up with the hand, dude!" I rambled, looking everywhere as I was confused as fuck. He looked down at the ground as his ash-blonde hair got in the way of his metallic gray eyes. He then bit his lip as he looked at me weird.

"You mean you don't... know? Holy shit... what the fuck happened to YOU? Hold on... what's the last thing you remember?" Urgency clouded his eyes. The onlya while ago boy who had been super serious and mysterious was still... super serious and mysterious. I raised my eyebrows in an "Oh, what the heck" gesture.

"Um... the last thing I remember... oh, I was at my school and I was with two friends at our lockers," then I hesitated. It seemed there was more to it. A dust bunny far away... you could tell it was there, just not quite sure it was dust, "but... I think I went to the bathroom. All of a sudden, there was a fire drill. My luck. Anyways... I think I went to the bathroom door to escape but I couldn't open the door... like something heavy was there. That's all I remember before opening the door, really." I shrugged. He looked confused and just shook his head and stood.

"Follow me," He simply ordered and began to walk his way through the fallen debris, but before he could go on, I tugged on his hoodie. He quickly wipped his head back to face me, "what?"

"Why haven't you told me what's going on, huh? You keep avoiding the question. I'm a pretty straight forward girl, so I won't play along with your secretive games. I hate secrets." I growled and put an unwavering face. He grinned.

"Good. Because you'll need that there." He continued on.

"There? Wher-- uh, nevermind. I guess I'll just have to find out, won't I?!" I flew my hands up in the air and slapped them back down to my legs in frustration.

"Come on..." he simply breathed. It seemed he could just simply do things. I followed, not really caring that he was a complete stranger based on the fact that I had a bit of amnesia, I woke up here and I had an amputated hand fall unto my lap already. We made our way down quietly, the whole thing deserted, broken glass and sprinkles of blood here and there, which unnerved me. Why would there be blood all around? Once we got out though, I was surprised once again. There were streetlights down, crashed cars littering the streets and some buildings were in flames! It was deserted, just like the building, and blood pools marking the streets like Dalmatian Dog coats. The only thing filling the void of silence was the squeaking of rusty hinges on signs and the buzzing of flies. There was also heaps of what seemed like drenched bundles of clothes. What the heck is going on?! I reached into my pocket, remembering my phone was supposed to be there. He noticed my search and shook his head.

"It's useless. Ever since it happened, the lines had gone down," well... so much for my phone.It just took a few hours for almost everything to shut down. It's been only a few weeks since. But that's enough time for everything to go to hell. It's a surprise you're still alive. We'll get you to our medics and we'll figure things out on how your body could hold and sustain many days of coma without medical attention." He didn't look back throughout everything he had said. His face was stone and we finally approached a vehicle. A black Hummer to be exact. We immediately slammed the door shut behind us. I looked at the back seat full with several types of weapons. For some reason this felt like the movie: Zombieland. BAD ASS MOVIE BY THE WAY. I raised an eyebrow. Maybe he did this on purpose.

"Hey, did you see Zombiela--"

"Shhh.... you see that girl walking over there?" He cut me off and pointed out the bloodstained girl, stumbling around. Holy... was she on her period? What? No... what the hell am I thinking. Then my face turned completely pale in realization. Zombieland, weapons, hummers, torn up buildings, blood, crashed cars, deserted cities.... bloody staggering people. "Stay quiet. Saves your life. Oh, wait here and I'll show you how it's done." He grinned slyly and picked up a magnum. Small but powerful. He jumped out and walked casually up to the girl. She groaned and started reaching at him, her black blood drooling down into her pajamas and slippers.... her slipper so soaked they squished and squashed in blood and created puddles behind her. But she showed no signs of disgust or pain...

Am I in a Zombie Apocalypse?

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