Death Under The Fur

Chapter 1

Waking up on the couch with the TV still on and half spilt yogurt on the ground, Jackson groans while half under the influence of insomnia.

"Jesus Christ my head..." Jackson moans. As the TV blares some random 90s sitcom, he's hanging around in the kitchen waiting for his toast to cook. He still doesn't remember anything from last night but him watching some old films at 1 o'clock.

The toaster pops and he proceeds to butter his toast. Suddenly, He hears the news instantly break and he storms into the living room just to see this:

Breaking news, the Algenton Furmane Labs has heavily combusted following a series of events with "Genetic Engineering." no one is sure that is the case, and many believe that an apocalypse may occur. Other news is that Jennifer Lopez is now in custo-

Before it could continue, Jackson already turned the TV off and sighed. Suddenly, His phone rang with a blaring screech.

"Hello...?" Jackson mumbles under his breath.

"Dude, the labs exploded!" Said Francis. Francis was one of Jackson's nut job friends who dared to do a lot of stupid stuff, and Jackson could guess what he wanted to do.

"let me guess, you want to sneak into the labs and get wasted, am I right about that?" Jackson guessed.

"You just read my mind- wait no, not get wasted Dude, I was thinking that we could see what the fu-"

"No." Jackson sharply answered, and hung up. Of course he wasn't going to go to some blown up, most likely radioactive genetic laboratory, as a matter of fact, he was going to watch some Netflix. He turns on the TV and gets a shock.

Breaking news, unknown figures have emerged from the laboratory and somewhat hold the resemblance to "Zombies." Police are investigating and will report with further information. If you find any of these unknown anomalies around, take precautionary measures and report any incidents to your local force. I'm Taylor Faukins signing out.

"Zombies? What the fuck?" Jackson Questioned in shock as his ears lowered.

*RING RING* Jackson picks up the phone, knowing it would be Francis.

"Dude, there are zombies at the labs." Jackson exclaimed over the phone.

"Yeah I know, I just shot one with a pistol I found in my dads drawer." Francis calmly replied.

"DUDE, THERE ARE ZOMBIES ON THE FUCKING LOOSE, AND YOU'RE ACTING LIKE IF YOU JUST CAME OUT OF A HOT TUB!" Jackson shouts.

Francis pauses, and shoots another round. "So you wanna go and spy on Jenny tonight?"

"You know what? You're probably fine." Jackson says as he hangs up on the naive friend. Luckily, Jackson remembers that his dad used to be in the military, and kept guns in the basement of his house.

"Thank fuck, I might as well run up a block or two." Jackson suggests to himself. Jackson locks up and runs up the road to his parents place, where his dad has predicted the unexpected doomsday.

*Knock knock* The door opens.

"Son what in the fuck are you doing out here?! Get in!" Jackson's Dad exclaims to his son.

"So Dad, you obviously known what happened. Right?" Jackson questions.

"Oh no... Not at all mate." His Dad sarcastically says in a lower tone. Jackson was making some coffee while his Dad told him what he though was happening. It was mostly crazy stuff, but nonetheless, Jackson listened.

"So, you have stuff in the basement, right?" Jackson asked. His Dad silently gets up and unlocks the door to the basement, and steps down to turn on the light. The light shines from the beams of glass on the ceiling onto the eroded concrete floor.

"This is where I've prepared all my life for this day, ever since I was a little pup like you, I was under the fear of the undead, but I've sworn that if they ever threw up at my doorstep, I would take a bigger shit on the whole of a cemetery. Jackson's Father explained.

"Dad, please. That sounds weird." Jackson Mumbles in embarrassment. His Father opened a box that said "For reanimated situations" while giving his "speech." The munitions crate held a shotgun, a desert eagle, a machete, and an automatic of some kind. He hands Jackson the shotgun and the machete as he grabs the rest of the ammunition, guns and a half corroded hatchet.

"The hatchet was my first. DO NOT TOUCH IT, BOY, do you understand?" Jackson's Dad directly tells his son. Jackson nods his head in confirmation and gulps down.

"OK, let's go and fuck us a zombie!" Jacksons Father exclaims.

"Dad, no." Jackson stutters quietly. His Father opens and locks the door.

His Dad determined for this day, howls. "Now Lets go save someone, me and you!"

"Jesus christ Graham..."