Out Of Sight -A Zombie Novel

Once

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I stood behind the stage, listening to a host introduce a band up onto it. I quickly signaled the cop (which earlier I found out was named Andy) as it was his Que. to hop onto the stage and steal the spotlight.

Andy nodded and did just that, (hopping onto the stage) while I unplugged the microphones that belonged to the band. Immediately everything went silent and people began to murmur in confusion. I counted ten seconds in my head before plugging the microphones back in.

"I'm sorry to cut your music off so short, but I have a very important message, and it's very important that you listen." I heard Andy say.

I couldn't see Andy, because I was backstage, but I wasn't alone either. Standing beside me was Sam, who seemed cool and collected.

It was weird, shouldn't she be crying?

She just lost her mom, her brothers, her father, and so many more family members.

But then again, she doesn't cry anymore. Or at least not in front of people. I guess I must have zoned out while looking directly at her because I quickly snapped out of it when she spoke.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Sam asked, her tone a little too rude.

I'll let it slide though, I know she isn't a big fan of people staring at her.

"Actually, yeah there is." I stated.

Sam looked me, waiting for me to say whatever was bothering me about her.

"You haven't cried at all about your family. Do you even know if they're alive?" I asked.

Sam looked at me, her dark brown eyes trained on me.

"No I don't. But I doubt that they are." She said.

I furrowed my eyebrows, what is up with her.

"Why would you say that? Have a little faith Sammie." I was flabbergasted at her words.

Why is she so pessimistic?

"What faith? I just watched my mom turn into one of those....things! I watched her come back to life and I watched her devour my dad! So excuse me for not believing in dumb faith!" I could see the storm brewing up in Sam's eyes. She was holding it all in, trying to be strong.

"I'm not crying about it because I don't need to. She's gone, and so is my dad. There is nothing I can do to change that!" She said, a couple of tears were starting to form in her eyes, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"You have to let yourself feel that pain. Or you'll never move on." I told her gently, as if anything I say will unleash the tears she is trying so badly to hold in.

"Screw that. Screw feeling. Screw it. I don't need to because I'm fine." Sam said gathering herself together and wiping away two lone tears that fell out of her eyes. Sam sniffled, and let out a long sigh.

"You're not fine. I know how you feel-"

"No scarlet you don't! You still have your mom. I don't. You still have all of your nieces and nephews, I don't. So do not compare yourself to me, because you don't know what I'm feeling!" By the end of her rant she was yelling.

I wasn't scared of her, I was shocked but not scared. I felt sorry for her, and I know she hates being pitied but it's true, I pitied my best friend because she lost her parents. She doesn't know if her siblings are ok or not. She doesn't know anything from that matter, she's just as clueless as I am.

So if you ask me if I felt sorry for her and wanted to take her pain away, I would say yes. Because there is nothing more I hate, then seeing a loved one cry.

But even if I felt sorry for her, she shouldn't make me sound like everything is all right on my side because I still had my mom.

"Don't you dare make me look like the one who's being inconsiderate! News flash Samantha! My sister died and I don't know if my other siblings are alive or not. My brother is MIA, Yashira is as well. Marie won't pick her cellphone up, and Laury is dead. So don't you dare tell me I don't know how it feels to loose somebody you love! Because I do!"  I yelled.

Samantha shook her head and walked away from me with a scoff of disgust. She turned around however and came up close to my face, anger morphed into her features.

"You're pathetic" She sneered, pointing a finger in my face.

Anger flared up inside me. I pushed Samantha back, away from my personal space.

"No, I'm not. You're pathetic! You're pathetic because you're acting like a whiny bitch! You're pathetic because you seem the need to feel that everytime you get hurt nobody in the world can understand, like you're the only one who lost somebody! That's pathetic, you Samantha are Pathetic." I screamed, feeling myself get hot.

Sam seemed close to tears again, I was probably already crying but she seemed so determined to not let me see her cry.

Before she could retaliate, everyone who was in front of the stage started screaming. These weren't like simple 'oh shit I just got scared' scream. No. It was much more painful and much more louder.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose, and I felt myself go cold when I heard someone yell.

"Zombies!"

Sam and I quickly forgot about our useless argument and ran around the stage to where Andy was being bitten. My hands cupped my mouth, as I was too shocked at what I was seeing.

His blue eyes were wide as red thick blood started spurting out of his neck. I watched as he helplessly tried to get the zombie off him, all the while letting out a blood curling scream.

"Scarlet come on we need to go find your mom!" Sam said, tugging the sleeve of my shirt.

I watched, compelled to the stop,  as Andy's lovely blue eyes went cold.

"Come on!" She said.

I directed my attention to the crowd and noticed that mostly everybody was running, trying to get away from the people who were on the floor getting their intestines eaten. That's where I finally snapped out of my shock state and ran with Samantha to my mom's car. 

Alarmingly, I ran as fast as I could to the car, trying my best to get through the maze of scared civilians.  From the corner of my eye, I watched as a two year old got ripped out of her mothers arms, and into the terrifying mess of zombies. I covered my mouth in horror, as her tiny screams filled the air.

I stopped running, feeling out of breath, and feeling everything start to son around me. The stench of blood was everywhere. Blood was everywhere. People lying on the floor, dead, hundreds of others running for their lives. Kids my age climbing trees and crying from fear.

I felt Sam pull me towards the truck, but It felt as if I had no control whatsoever over myself. Like I was somehow in a spell. Screams, the horrible, heart breaking, blood curling, horrible screams filled the air.

Somehow we managed to reach the car, and dive inside it. My mom looked at our frightened states and asked us what was wrong repeatedly.

I was still shaken up from seeing Andy, the two year old, and the many others die, but I looked up at my mom and tried to answer her as best as I could.

"Chaos. Chaos all around."