Yours Truly, Zombies. (Supernatural)

Chapter 3: Alyssa

I covered my mouth as the moat holding back tears broke down. Waterworks sprang from my eyes and poured down my cheeks, and soon my whole face was soaked.


He really did care. He use to love me. Love mom. Love Dean. Why had I ever thought differently? I always pictured a cruel man who ditched my mother after he found out she had his baby.

But no. Of course not.


The only thing that kept me from feeling grief about his death was the thought of him being awful. Like, freaking abusive.


I hiccuped, trying to stay quiet. I hadn't cried in a long time, and I wasn't gonna let Dean see me like this now.

I closed my eyes for a second and decided to play the next video. Click, Play.

"It's me again."

"I know you're not too happy with me. I understand. Right now, I need you to open the jewelry box." I looked at the wooden box.

"Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about."

"Now, there's a key under the mattress in your crib." I paused the video, and sprinted to the master bedroom. I lifted the mattress in the wooden crib and threw it carelessly on the floor, sending up a cloud of dust.

My eyes devoured the small area, searching every crack. The, I saw it. A small, gold glint that only lasted a second. I struck out and grabbed it, ignoring the splinters from the old wood.

I ran back to the heap of photos, and didn't bother pressing play on the video. I jammed the golden key into the front of the box, and it creaked open.

Inside was a little box.

I put it down, swallowing. I couldn't do this. I just couldn't.

I reached again for the camera, but was interupted by the sound of glass breaking downstairs. I shot down the steps like a lightning bolt and saw my brother pinning someone to the ground.

"Dean!" I shrieked, completeley frozen to the ground. Oh God, what if he got bit? Would I have to shoot my own blood?

The man threw off Dean, which surprised both Dean and me. He wasn't small or lean, Dean was pretty big. Now I'm not saying he's fat.

The guy is 200 pounds of pure muscle. He could pick me up with his frickin' pinky. He was 6 feet 3 inches of rage. He has a short temper.. Scratch that. He has a temper. EVERYTHING makes him angry.

And he's scary when he's angry.

Dean jumped back on his feet with a roar, and the man looked like he was gonna pee himself.

The guy, still shakin gon the floor, had dark eyes and a bony face. His short black hair stuck out, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days.

He looked, well, malnourished.

I stepped in between Dean and the man before my brother could stomp on him.

"Dean, wait. I think he needs help. I think.. I think he's still human." I said strongly. Dean's hand, which help a gun, dropped to his side.

"Mary, are you sure? Look at him! He just broke in here!" I glared at my obnoxious brother.

"Do you really doubt me?" I turned and walked over to the man, extending a hand towards him. He took it cautiously and I knew he hadn't eaten in a while.

"My name is Mary." I said as he got up slowly. "I'm Chris." Chris said quiety, watching Dean the whole time.

I laughed a bit. "That's my brother, Dean. He looks scary, but he's as terrifying as a fly when you get to know him." Dean glared at me, crossing his arms, but Chris relaxed a bit.

"My- my friends," he stammered. I nodded. "Where are they?" I flipped my bangs to the side, staring at Chris. He was really, really thin.

"Outside," he answered shortly. Dean walked outside without being told. I sat down Chris on a dusty sofa as Dean brought in about 10 more people.

All thin. All scared. My eyes swept over them, their sunken eyes, their pale skin. I would've mistaken them for zombie group without a doubt if we had been at a distance from them.

"Are you okay?" I stood up and walked closer to them, and most of them tensed up. I took a step back. "We're not going to hurt you. We're going to help you."

A little girl stepped out of the small huddle and ran straight at me. I saw Dean reach for his gun, but she hugged my leg. She only reached my hip.

"Thank you," she breathed out, squeezing my thigh with no intention of letting go. I stood for a minute, unsure of what to do. I awkwardly patted her shoulder, and she hugged me tighter still.

"I'm Alyssa." She said at last. I smiled down at her. "I'm Mary," the rest of the sunken eyed survivors gaped at us.

"Thank you for saving us Mary." I laughed a bit. "Don't forget Dean." Alyssa let go of me suddenly, and ran towards the other side of the room where Dean was. I saw his eyes open wide as she tackled his knee, gripping him.

"Thank you Mister."