Feared

The World Sucks

There was fire everywhere, and people were running around screaming, being chased by other people.

The people chasing other people looked to be dead, and I wondered if that's how I looked now.

I saw someone bleeding on the ground, so I approached.

It was a boy who looked to be about ten years old.

But instead of helping him, I started to eat him.

I bit into his arm, and he screamed.

Paying no attention to his cries, I ripped his arm clean off.

"No! Henry!", I heard someone call.

I looked behind me to see another boy who I recognized as Vinnie Thomas.

He was in my class.

He tried to get to the boy, now dubbed Henry, but someone held him back.

"We don't have any weapons. We can't face a zombie, we have to get out of here! We have to leave him.", Vinnie's twin, Foster said sadly.

"He's our brother, Foster! We can't leave him!", cried Vinnie.

"We must.", replied Foster.

And with that, he pulled Vinnie away, all while Vinnie was screaming to his little brother.

I was repulsed by what I had done, but I had no control.

I continued my meal.

Slowly, the boy's screams died down.

He was dead.

Silently crying in my head, I pulled away, and shambled on.

There was a school bus that had been overturned, and someone's hand stuck out the window, motionless.

Down the street, a little girl cried for her dead mother, before she too was overwhelmed by zombies.

The world sucks, I thought.

I continued down the street and passed an old movie theater that had been in our town since the sixties.

Old Man Willis used to own the place, and that had been where I got my first job.

Now, people were looting the place, and Old Man Willis lay face down on the sidewalk, dead.

I mourned his loss silently.

I heard gunshots in the distance that were getting closer, and I followed the sound.

There was three people, two men and a woman down by the post office, shooting anything that moved.

I crept behind one of the men and bit his shoulder.

"You're bit!", shouted the woman.

"I don't wanna die!", screamed the man.

They then proceeded to shoot each other, while the other man made a hasty escape.

I didn't see where he went, or I guess I would have unwillingly followed him.

Everywhere you looked, there was death and destruction.

My heart ached for all of the people who's lives would be forever ruined tonight.

And there wasn't anything I could do to stop myself, let alone any of the other zombies.

For the first time since I was a little kid, I was scared, and I wanted my mom.

Or at least, someone, who could tell me that everything would be okay.

It would be nice to hear it, even if it was a lie.

Suddenly, I saw Connor's eight year old sister, Kellie, stumbling down the street.

She still had her My Little Pony backpack on.

Being a brony, I smiled slightly.

Then, I realized that she was infected.

Her hand was missing, she was limping, and she had blood all over her face.

I had this animal like instinct.

Protect your young.

My young? What the heck, Kellie wasn't my young, we weren't even related.

But I had known her for most of her life.

Suddenly, she was gone.

She wasn't killed or anything, but while I was thinking, she had apparently shambled off, and now, I was distracted by another thing.

Food.

I smelled blood, and it was close.

There was blood everywhere, but I could smell fresh blood, and it was close.

It ended up being a teenage boy, one I knew well.

He was my fourteen year old cousin, Milo, and he was bleeding from a large scrape on his leg.

He was limping, frantically trying to get away from a pack of zombies.

I tried to call out his name, but before I could, he slammed the front door of my house and locked it.

I guess my family was holed up in my house.

I unwillingly tried to break down the door, but it was either too strong, or I was too weak.

I heard my mom talking.

"Where the heck is Dorian? I hope he's okay.", she said, sounding worried.

"Mom, I don't know how to tell you this...", started Martin.

It was quiet for a little while before my dad spoke up.

"What is it son?", he asked.

"I ran into Dorian on the way home...", Martin continued with his voice breaking.

"Oh, I hope he's okay.", mom said, obviously not noticing the crack in his voice.

"Mom, he was a zombie. Somehow he got bitten.", sobbed my brother.

It was silent for a while, before my mother finally spoke again.

"I don't believe you.", she whispered.

"Mom", Martin tried to say.

"YOU'RE LYING!", she screeched.

Then, a minute later, she seemed to accept the awful truth, and the sounds of her sobs filled the air.

It was heartbreaking.

Soon, the rest of the family started crying too.

I heard a gunshot in the distance, and I staggered after it. When I got to the scene, there was a man already surrounded by zombies. One tore off his left arm, and began eating it. Another ripped some of his hair out, tearing a chunk of his scalp with it.
After about ten minutes, they left the dead body alone.

I moved toward the body, but another zombie got there first.

Apparently not wanting to share, he hunched over the body and screeched at me territorially.

I shuffled off, trying desperately to forget everything I had witnessed today, hoping beyond hope that all of this was a dream, even though deep down, I knew it was not.

All around me people continued to fight for their lives, and my vision blurred as I thought of the fact that I could never again go home to my family.

I really wished that I had told my mom that I loved her before I left for school this morning.