No One Believed: A Zombie Thriller

Luka:

"Can I stay in here with you? Mom is already sleep and since we're on lockdown I couldn't go where I was supposed to be." Luka explains.

"Why would you want to stay in here?" I reply, as he carefully helps me on the bed. "There's nothing to do and we are only two years apart so, we should find something to do. What's the saying, two minds are better than one?"

I chuckle at his attempt. "Sure."

He sits on the bed, still far from me. You could almost fit a full meter stick between us. But that's good. I don't like getting close to others. "So, what school do you go to?" He asks me. "Brook Gate. What were you supposed to do before the lockdown." I feel like this is going to get awkward quick. "I was going to my girlfriend's house. Her family invited me to dinner." He's one of them.

"So what are you?" He looks at me puzzled. "Are you one of those spoiled rich kids, with amazing grades, hella scholarships, hottest girlfriend? Oh wait, don't tell. You are a self centered bastard. Who shows pity to their patients. Which is by the way, a big no no. Well, to me anyway." He sighs and scoots closer to me. Now you can fit a ruler.

"Listen, I know I have a long way to go, but chill out. For such a pretty girl, you sure are sour." Wait, what? Pretty? My face heats up. Now he's smirking. "No one has ever called you pretty have they?" Shit he figured me out. "You are correct. I am the quiet outcast, who hates everyone and who everyone hates. I'm rude and sarcastic. I don't like making friends. And now dream about zombies and apparently have narcolepsy to top it off." That is me.

"I'm sorry." Why? "Want to watch a movie then?" That actually sounds nice. "Sure, but turn on the news first. I want to see if there are any updates."

"Stay in your homes. The number of aggressive attacks have increased by 10. Unfortunately three died. We have been getting news of how the disease can spread. Five of them being:
Blood
Spit
Coughing
Sneezing
Biting

Remember to please alert nearby police departments if you encounter any sick people.

"I didn't know it was that serious."

...

"Luka what are you doing? Stop this." He grabs my wrists tight, pulling them over my head, pinning me to the bed. He doesn't respond. He take one hand and starts rubbing my thighs slowly. Then grabbing so tight around my waist, my skin starts to break. "Luka please stop. You're hurting me." I barely managed to say as a life threatening thought went through my mind. Is he going to rape me? Fearing for my mind I look up at him. Wishing I haven't. As his eyes slowly turn red and skin rapidly paling. Then he takes a bite.

"Stop Luka no!" I yell jumping out of my sleep. Another freaking dream. "Calm down. I didn't do anything. You're going to be mad be mad at yourself. You are the one who fell asleep on my lap. So I thought in order to make this comfortable, it only makes sense to place you next to me. I didnt tell you to sleep on top of me." What the hell is he talking about?

Wait. Luka bottom. Me top. Sleep? I slept on top of Luka?! Flustered I jump off of him, falling on to the floor. "Calm down would you." He sighs.

"Sorry for um, sleeping on you." This is so awkward. "No problem just never tell my girlfriend. She would get the wrong idea." Omg. "By the way. Why were you calling out my name in your sleep?" Kill me now. Not wanting to speak. I pick up my journal and begin to write what I remember from my dream down and handed it to Luka.

He seems shocked that I gave him my journal on my own accord. Every second that passes feels like hell and his eyes grow wider. Then he looks at me. "You thought I was going to rape you, then at the last second I turn into a zombie and eat you?" Kill me now please. "I'll take that as a yes?" Please.

"I didnt mean to dream it. It just happened." I whisper. "Hey don't feel embarrassed. I mean, it's not everyday someone has a raping zombie wet dream about me." Why does he have to joke about this. "It's fine. Want to get breakfast?" He asks. "Um, sure. Let me clean up some first." He only nods, pulling out his phone.

After I finished up, I was about to grab the door handle, but paused.

"Why haven't you called me?"

"Babe I'm sorry. I was.....busy." Is he on the phone with his girlfriend? Why put it on speaker?

"Busy doing what?"

"I was helping a patient. She tends to black out randomly. So I carried her to her room and spent some time with her to keep her mind off of her issues."

"Did you see the news? You should know what's going on in the world, but instead you're hanging out with a mental hoe. She probably faked it to get your attention."

"I thought that at first, but she isn't like that. She's really cool and doesnt have many friends at scho-"

"She's a high school student. What is she 15? 13?"

"17."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you didn't check on me, because your having a good time with a crazy 17 year old girl. IN HER BEDROOM!"

"Yes, but not what you are thinking. Tiffany just listen to m-" She hung up.

I slowly open the door and sit next to Luka. "Girlfriend problems?" I ask.

"Girlfriend problems indeed."