Dream Diaries

Night Trial Record 2: Zombieland

It always starts with the perfect family, doesn't it? 

You go to the theatre to watch a scary movie and it sets the scene for you; a perfect little family moves into a perfect little town in a perfect little house and everything seems like a dream come true. How did they get so lucky to be in the perfect situation? Everything they possible could want, the world grants them like they're living in a dream. It all seems like something that you wish you had until you find out what really happens behind closed doors, or in our case, when everything went to hell.

We did just move into a new house that dizzy summer afternoon, and everything seemed to be going just right. The pessimistic side of me knew that it all wouldn't last long, at least for me it wouldn't. How could things go right for the odd child out? My older brother and younger sister were the goody two shoes everyone hated but loved at the same time. Arthur was captain of the football team and the math league at our last school. He had a ton of friends, and a girlfriend who looked like a literal barbie doll who all the other guys wished they had. Amelia was the cute little schoolgirl with perfect pigtails who cried whenever she got a bad grade in school. She had a lot of friends also as many younger kids do, but she was also the teachers pet. They helped created the picture perfect family everyone thought we were, then there was me. I was the odd middle child with her hair always an unnatural color, and quite frankly that was the only colorful part about me. I didn't have many friends, well not friends who I actually saw face to face. I had a decent following online for all of the creepy stories I wrote and collaborated on. Not a soul knew about this side of me, and I didn't plan on anyone finding out anytime soon. For all the world knew, I was the creepy goth kid who stuck out everywhere like a sore thumb. I bet you're wondering, where is this story going? When is something actually going to get interesting? Well in my true authors style, things got horrific real fast.

Not even a day after we moved into our new home, all hell broke loose literally. Every news outlet in the area was going on about how the entire town was being quarantined over some crazy outbreak disease that was making people ravenous, braindead, and blood thirsty. Naturally this made everyone either freak out, or go running to their soon death thinking they could be like Michonne from The Walking Dead. Me on the other hand knew almost exactly what to do, I've written enough stories about this exact thing happening. While the whole town was swallowed by chaos, I rushed my family into the garage as soon as we got back to the house. "We need to stay calm, as long as we stay inside until this all blows over we'll be fine." I said to everyone before running inside after my father to gather some weapons and other essentials that would last us a few days. In the car we decided the garage was the best place to hole up considering there was no glass doors or other flimsy entry ways. Being surrounded by cement and metal doors would be our best bet until we could venture into the house and secure it.

My dad grabbed a duffle bag and grabbed food, clothes, and a few sleeping bags while he gave me the key to the gun safe. I grabbed the only gun he ever owned (strictly for emergency of course) then grabbed enough kitchen knives for all of us to wield. It would have to do in the meantime anyway, anything can become a weapon if you're creative enough anyway. On my way back to the garage I bumped into someone and it made me drop the weapons all over the floor. The person turned around and I recognized it as my neighbor who greeted us the night we moved in with a casserole. "So fucking cheesy." I remembered saying which resulted in a scolding from my mother that lasted the rest of the night. When I studied his face more clearly, I noticed his eyes were bloodshot like all of the blood vessels burst at once. His mouth was also gaped open, and he started reaching for me with an expressionless look in his bloody eyes. "Fucking nasty!" I shouted and backed away then tripped over my own feet and fell to the ground. Now, this could go one of two ways: either someone was going to save me, or I would somehow scramble around and fight him off and manage to grab a knife and fight him off. There was no way this is how I was going to die, it just wasn't an option.

Just like how it happened in the movies, my nasty neighbor fell on top of me and was pawing at me like his life depended on it. It was absolutely terrifying but I forced myself to stay calm as I wiggled around while fending him off to grab one of the knives I dropped to stab him in the head. That was what I was supposed to do, wasn't I? In every zombie movie there ever was, the rule was always to go for the head. If you ruin the brain, what else was left to power the undead? So when my fingers finally wrapped around the blade, I brought it up and wasted no time making sure I buried it in the poor mans skull. He fell lifeless against my body, and it was at that moment that I noticed how rancid he really smelled. "Jesus, you decay fast don't you?" I said as I pushed his rotting body off my own and ran into the garage where I left my family. 

My poor mother was in absolute distress. "What the hell is going on?" I demanded when I saw Arthur was nowhere to be found. She couldn't seem to find her words as she pointed to the garage door which had a perfect view of the driveway. I ran to the door and opened it to find Arthur standing there without saying a word. His posture was slightly hunched over and looking out into the chaos. "Arthur!" My mom screams and pushes past me and runs towards him. Arthur doesn't even turn around to the sound of his voice, and that's when I got a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Mom..." I said cautiously as she approached my brother. She looked upset and angry like she wanted to scold him, but when she turned him to face her she broke down. His face looked like the blood was drained from it, and his blue veins pertruded from his face. The dead give away as to what happened was his eyes so red and filled with blood, just like my neighbors had been.  "Mom he's gone!" I shouted but she just wasn't hearing me. She feel to the ground in a heap and started crying and begging the sky to tell her what had happened like it held all of the answers. I kept shouting that he was gone, and she needed to get back inside but she just wouldn't listen. All of the noise made Arthur turn his head towards my mom and almost in slow motion, he lunged for her.

"No!" I screamed and ran towards her and pounced on him right after he jumped on her. My mom just lied their motionless with shock as I wrestled with Arthur to get him off of her. After I finally did, he pounced on top of me. It really caught me off guard, so off guard that the knife I had clattered out of reach. This is it, I'm going to die. I thought, At least I would die the heros death that I always gave my characters. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the end when I heard a loud bang, and Arthurs body fall limp on top of me. When I opened my eyes I saw my dad standing over me with the pistol I grabbed in one hand, and Amelie clinging onto his other hand. 

"I thought you told everyone to stay inside?"