No One Believed: A Zombie Thriller

The Outside:

Blood. Bodies. Fire.

The world is in complete chaos. " Anne let's go!" I look around the parking lot searching for an unlocked car, but nothing comes up. "Come on, come on. Someone has to had left their car on in all of this chaos." I shout frustrated. Wait. Where is Anne? I spin around, searching frantically for the little pale girl, with blue eyes, and long blonde hair. "Anne!" No. No. No. I couldn't had lost her. She was right beside me. She's going to die on her own. I run, skidding around cars, with a new objective. Find Anne.

And that's when I heard the gunshot that would change my view on the world. Instinctively, I throw my arms around my head, ducking behind the first car I see. Then I hear sniffling. "Anne?" I whisper yell. "Is that you Morgana?" I sigh in relief. "Come here honey." She doesn't reply. Doesn't move. I swiftly crawl to where I believe she's at and when I look at the little girl, crying her eyes out, it hurts my heart. Even more blood is splattered on her face and clothes. Her pale skin bruising in spots that weren't there before. What hurts most, is her lively eyes stricken with fear, as she holds a gun in front of her, with a deadly grip. I turn to look at the poor soul to rile up this little girl. But it wasn't what I was expecting. It wasn't a sick. It was a live human being. They're still breathing trying to reach us.

"Anne, what happened?" I ask, afraid of her answer. "H-he tried to t-to-touch on me. He said if I-I don't comply, he'll slice my throat." A new wave of anger flows through me. The world is going to shit, but this isn't acceptable. I snatch the gun out of Anne's hand and aim at the man. "You're a sick fuck, you know that." I growl. Something tugs on my arm, as the man begs for his life. "Morgana don't do it. Look, I found my mom's car. It's a RV. If we could get out of the city, we'll be fine. Please don't kill him. Please." Anne continues to plead and plead and plead. Then I snap out of it. "Omg." My hands begin to shake. I was about to kill a human being. I was going to kill him. "We need to go. The sicks are breaking through the door." Anne drags me to her mom's car, struggling with the key for a bit. "Morgana I need you." She crys out. I snatch the keys out of her hand and hop into the driver's seat. She runs to the other side, buckling in her seatbelt. She turns on the radio, as I pull out of the parking lot.

"The number of incidents have increased tremendously. We don't know the origin or what it means for the world. Mike I can't lie to these people anymore. I have to tell them the truth. I don't know if any of you will believe me or are listening to this, but this is the end. The government has left us. They caused this outbreak. This isn't an illness. This is a virus. A virus that will wipe us out. Our government attacked other nations with the same virus we have, claiming the end of the world. They didn't think it would bring back the dead, but it did. I just want to say that, I love my family. My wife, my little girl, and our adorable puppy. I hope you three are safe and dadd- Argggggggg!"

What was that? "Maybe he stubbed his toe or something." Anne whispers to herself. Silently mumbling random things. We both know he didn't stub his toe. And we both know he will never see his family again. This all started, because of our nation. Because America is so screwed up, we had to screw up the rest of the world with us. Now everyone is going to die.

I pull over to the side of the road. Luckily the center was ways away from the city, but this part of town is still pretty populated. I turn to face Anne's still shaking figure. "You should get some sleep. You can take the bed, I'll keep watch, just in case we need to leave." She only nods, walking to the back of the van. I sigh, looking out of the window.

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"Get the fuck out of the car!" I jolt awake. "Shh." A hand clamps around my mouth, preventing me from being heard. "Morgana it's me. There are people outside." She whispers. I let out a breath, I didn't know I was holding and peep through the window. There's a group of men surrounded a car with a family of four, I assume. "Get out of the fucking car or I swear I'll shoot you!" A man with a glock yells at the family. They slowly pour out of the car. "Give me all of your supplies. You know, food, water, the essentials." An older man, goes back into the car pulling out bags of supplies. "We hit jackpot. Now we can get on the road and not worry about food. Plus we can get as far away from this shit hole as possible." He has the rest of the guys take the bags away. "Hey boss, what are we going to do with them?" A short guy, with greasy brown hair asks. "Tie them up. The zombies down the road heard us drive over here. They'll be here in a matter of minutes. This poor family will have to slow them down for us. We can get away while they're eating the flesh off their bones."