p.o.v. of Mike
Boom! Boom! Boom! The door almost flew off it's hinges as my mother, Amanda, pounded it with her fist. "Micheal Cody Peterson! If you don't open this door now I will call your father!" She screams.
I block her out. She's too pissed to speak in her right mind. She has no idea what I, Mike Peterson, can do. I am a genius; a true great mind of history, but no one can know. They won't be able to wrap their tiny minds around my skills.
"Mike, Honey" She says, calming her voice,"I don't wanna call the cops, they'll just wreck the damn house. You come out right now. Please?" I keep quiet, "Alrighty then." I hear her dialing a number. Only three digits. Shit. She wasn't bluffing.
"Hello? Yes y'all have heard from me before..."
No! No, no, no, no, no! She can't! My blood begins to boil. My head aches. I then do the most rash thing I have ever done; I typed in my code on the pad on my wall. The cabinet opens. I reach way back. I snag my syringe, backpack, knife, pistol, watch, and water purifier. I slice a hole in my screen hanging on my window with my knife. They'll think someone cut it open to kidnap me.
I kick it open and climb on to the fire escape. From there I climb down nine stories to the ground. Then I'm off.
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I pull the keys out of my pocket and unlock my car. I pull out of the lot and drive down beach avenue. As soon as I reach river road I slow down. Marcus is waving to me. I stop. I roll the window down and the smell of ciggarettes washes over me. Marcus starts to speak but sees the worry in my face and stops. He frowns a crooked frown. "Whats the matter kid?" he asks.
An hour of explaining later, Marcus offers me a sip of his whiskey, but I refuse. I have to think strait.
Marcus stares into my eyes with his penetrating eyes. He questions me one last time, "What are you doing with that suringe?"
I tighten my grip on my gun in case he disagrees with me or my plan. "I plan to release a plauge upon the entire human race. It is what you would refer to as 'zombie juice' or 'zombie elixer' but I prefer 'The Zombie Plauge of 2026'. I will be notorius for sending mankind back to the stone age. But I have programed the zombies to ignore me and my offspring; they will know better than to betraty me.
He nodded, "Talk to you later, dude. Good luck."
I hopped in the car and pulled out. It was time to recruit.
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p.o.v. of Carter "Shorty"
I had been dancing in the club for hours when he walked in. Upon his first step in he took a deep breath as the smell of smoke seemed to sweep him over and rob him of all hopes of being "cool" in this club. He coughed. Loud. I heard Robert, my high school friend shout, "Pussy!"
The newcomer, Mike, seemed to make his eyes dance from eye to eye solving the mystery of who would say such a thing. "Who the hell thinks they can talk to me like that?!"
He shoved his way through the crowd. He made it to where I was and stared at me. "Was that you?" He yelled.
I shook my head.
"Who was it, then?" He mouthed.
I pointed at Robert. Mistake. Rob jumped on me in an instant, pounding at my face screaming, "You rat! You good for nothing rat!"
What the big deal was I didn't know.
Next thing I knew Mike tackled Rob and they toppled over me. Robert got one last swing at me before I blacked out.
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