Unexpected (A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction)

1 - Breakthrough

I had played multiple video games and I can say that I'm proud I picked up a thing or two from them. When shit really hit the fan, I knew what to do. During my English 101 class, a scream was heard from the hallways, stopping my professor's boring lecture. Naturally, during the harsh country we live in, we suspected a school shooting was going on and ducked under the desks, but somehow in my gut I felt differently. More and more screams erupted from the halls. My classmates and I stayed hidden under the desks. My professor walked to the door to see what was going on. He opened it and was immediately grabbed by a pair of skin decaying hands. My class screamed and started filing out, in a rush to do whatever they thought they could. I knew better. I stayed put. Once everyone was gone, the sounds of groaning and screaming only got louder. I grabbed my skateboard and looked out the window quickly there weren't as many of them walking around outside as there is in the building. I jumped out the window and started running through the crowd of flesh eating mongrels. A few of them tried to grab me, but their head immediately met the trucks of my skateboard. I knew the main streets would be packed, so I headed through the forest to get to my apartments. I wasn't sure if any of my family was safe or if they had already turned. I knew these forests like the back of my hand. So far, there were no geeks that I could see, although I found one walker trailing the woods and took it down with my board. I hid behind some shrubbery that was near my apartments. I could book it to my place, but there were people all over trying to scramble their families together and take their cars to leave. I sighed as I watched.

After it calmed down a bit, I ran to my apartment. The door being cracked slightly, I held my board in front me, bracing myself for god knows what. I hit the door with my hip, and it creaked open, I looked behind me to make sure there was nothing there. I walked in and knocked on the wall to draw anything out. I heard a groan and around the corner emerged my mom. Blood dripped from her mouth. Pieces of flesh hung from her teeth. My eyes hardened as I looked at her. As far as I was concerned, she wasn't my mother anymore. She growled at me sprinting towards what she thought would be her next meal; I pulled my board back and aimed for her head. She hit the floor and I continued to smash her brains to make sure she wouldn't come back. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. The world has literally gone to shit and I just murdered my mom. I shook my head, every connection that I had to this world was dead for all I knew. I dragged her body outside and tossed her over the railing. I closed the door quietly and walked to the room where zombie mom had emerged from, there I saw lying on the floor of the room was my brother. I sighed and kneeled down to his lifeless and half-eaten body. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a large knife, returning to the room I impaled it into his head and hearing the sickening squish as it went through his skull. This was supposed to be the day he came home from the military. I sighed and took the dog tags from around his neck, putting them in my pocket, and I did the same thing that I did with mom's body. I took refuge in the small space, boarding the door with heavy furniture. I walked into my room to see that it had been untouched, just how I left it this morning. I changed my clothes into a pair of skinny jeans and a hoodie. It's spring and slightly chilly outside, especially since night was coming soon. While there was still running water. I used any sort of canister, bowl, cup, bottle, or jug to fill with water. I dumped the bleach out into the tub and sanitized the bottle and the tub. I didn't need detergent as far as I was concerned. I had enough food and water to survive for at least a week or two maybe. I don't eat much and that was a good thing for once. I had nothing to do so I started building more muscle than I already had. Well  some muscle came from playing basketball and running track, but other than that my arms were pretty weak. Stretching, crunches, push-ups, wall sits, planking, anything that didn't need equipment I did. I was preparing myself for the absolute worse. Which was me running out of food and having to go out and scavenge the area, or other apartments. I could set up a barrier actually around this unit. With the tools I had and the wood from desks, TV stands, doors and tables, it would be a successful barrier. I could make a hole through the roof and make some steps to get to the top and keep watch over my unit. But for this night I laid down in my bed and cuddled in the sheets trying to get some sleep.