There will be blood

The dream part 1

Before we left the construction site, I took one last look at kimmy's body. it was so pale, lifeless, and innocent. I can't believe she was stripped of her youth. Her blood stained the concrete that was around her. her hand was covering her wound. I would love to take revenge if I wasn't so dam scared of the zombies, cause if they can do this to Kimmy they can do this to me.

And as Tyler and I leave I think about my parents. what happened to them? are they still alive? I'm so worried, even though I shouldn't be so much. cause my parents weren't there for me, why should I be there for them. it's so hard, you want to hate someone from what they did to you, but you love them so much you can't hate them.

"Where to next?" Tyler asked. " we're headed to the harbor." "what? why?" "cause we're getting a boat and sail to the island." I answered.

We head our way to the harbor. We pass buildings that are collapsed and blood smearing from one side of the street to the other.

We were close to the harbor, about 20 minutes. a group of zombies stopped us.

Tyler grabbed magazines that he must've brought, and wrapped them around his arms and put tape on it so it can hold.

" What the hell are you doing?!!!" I yell at Tyler, but trying not to yell to loud to attract more zombies. "I'm teaching these fuckers a lesson!" Tyler says as he grabs a few knifes and gets out of the truck.

He runs to them and pushes one down while stabbing another in the eye. I'm freaked out and push the gas petal and rammed into the swarm of zombies. unlike Tyler I don't like getting my hands dirty......of blood.

I feel the adrenalin racing in me and the anger. I start chanting "ya!......go!.....kill 'em."

I'm going to take revenge on kimmy's death. And I don't care if I die doing so.

Tyler is stabbing zombies, kicking them on the ground, and punching them. the zombies are all around him now, and I rammed my truck into the zombies so close to him, that if he turns around his nose will touch the metal.

I crush the zombies with my big ass wheels. once they're all down Tyler gets back in the truck. his hands, clothes, and face are drenched in black blood. his hands are still griping the knifes, like he can't believe he did that and can't let go of the evidence.

I never knew under all of that perfection, was a scared little boy who was yelling, but nobody cared enough to listen, so through out the not listening came anger. and he took out his anger by killing undead dirtbags.

"You ok?" I ask while trying to grasp exactly what happened. " ya...just......tired." he answered as he was panting.

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Tyler washed his hands with a hand fill of water, and came back in the truck.

It was silent, like an empty room.

Tyler put his hand on his neck and said "uhhh so umm how are you?" he says nervously. " uhhh right now?, well good I guess, since we just re-killed the undead." I said while laughing at the last part.

As was the amazing quiet time with Tyler, I was board and checked my mail on my phone. I found a email from my dad which read:

4/20

Dear Annabelle,

I'm at white star lab with the other doctor/scientists trying to find out how to stop this plague. I'm not sure where your mother is but I hope she's with you. if......anything happens to me,... remember I love you. please stay safe, and STAY AWAY FROM BOYS!!!!! I hope you and Kimberly will make it through this. love you lots.

Sincerely ,dad.

Once I finished reading, I continued reading it over and over again, cause this is the only word from my father since he, well, went on his business trip. he sent that email was sent today.

Once I read it the last time, I giggled at no boys thing. but when I read you and Kimberly will make it through this, I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my chest. I couldn't even protect my best friend.

Then I thought about my mother. the letter said I'm not sure where your mother is, but I hope she's with you. Those words repeated in my head, I don't know where your mother is. we'll I don't know where she is either.

Maybe she's a zombie, or alive with a group of people, or she's been a snack for the zombies. every thought about my mother dying, makes me shiver. I hate my mom but I also love her. I hate what she dose to me, but I can't help but love her.

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I'm outside driving with my mom, and out of nowhere a swarm of zombies come out of the darkness. The zombies pop a tire, and we have to exit the truck. we do so. I see Kimmy walking. I yell her name and she turns around, and.......she's a fucking zombie. Kimmy starts coming toward us and grabs my mom and pulls her down. My mom kicking and screaming.

"Mom!!!"😭😫 I yell as my eyes tear up and my sight gets blury. I let the tears fall down my face and by now 40 of the zombies are on her. then I see 2 zombies fighting over her arm, which has her watch still on it. all I see is her blood smeared on their faces, hands, and ripped clothing. I yell her name again, " mom!!!"

They turn to me and walk slowly while their backs are hunched. they start at me, grabbing, pulling, and biting. I scream bloody murder as loud as I can, but that only brings more zombies to me. They're ripping into my spleen, chest, and stomach. And the pain rushes through me all over, that I can't focus on one part that hurts.

I see my own blood dripping everywhere. I'm still screaming, and I can't stop. the more pain, the louder I scream.

I also see Kimmy eating my insides, and I hope she's still human, still my best friend but she's not cause no matter how much I yell or scream, she won't stop eating me, and our friendship doesn't matter anymore.

I see zombies pulling my organs out and hear zombies slurping my blood. I start to see red, then black. the pain is too much and I let out one final scream, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

My eyes start to roll to the back of my head when.....

I wake up to myself screaming to the pain and clutching my stomach. "shhhhh shhhhh. calm down." Tyler says while shaking me. I'm breathing heavily and feeling the pain die down.

"Your alright, you must have been dreaming." Tyler says while he's lowering his voice.

" Ya, I guess so." I say while I try to catch my breath.

"What were you dreaming about?" Tyler say in sympathy and curiosity.

"I dreamt about dying." I say in a stern voice as I try to cover my fear.