Dangerous Fellows

♡Chapter 3. Home Sweet Home♡

The darkness of the night started to fade slowly into day, still lingering a tint of blue and purple that slowly faded into pale orange and yellow. 

Streams of light slowly began to fill the room from a small window the office had.

The rays of light settling across you sleeping features.

You grunted softly, slowly regaining conscious. A yawn escaped your mouth as you sat up to stretch, your back aching from sleeping on the floor.

You brought your hand up to your face and began to rub the sleep away from your eyes as they started to adjust to the light which beamed directly in your face.

You sat there for a while, not quite understanding where you were until, it all rushed back to your head.

The apocalypse.

You frowned, feeling a pang of disappointment that it all hadn't been just a horrible nightmare.

You sighed, knowing today was the day you were going back home and hopefully, your mother would be there and safe, waiting to accept you into the warmth of her arms.

There was a feeling deep within your heart, it was heavy. The thought of your mother made you unease, what if she wasn't okay? You shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind from all the possibilities which continued to constantly pop up inside your mind. No use though, you couldn't control what went on inside your mind, your conscience was too loud to control all the beastly things it said. 

You groaned loudly and shook your head frantically, hoping that all those thoughts would just vanish into the blue. That wasn't the case though, they refused to leave you be so you just gave in and hauled yourself onto your feet. You stood there for a while, unsure of what to do next until you spotted your backpack. Quickly, you grabbed it and unzipped it, dumping everything inside onto the office desk. There was only books, art supplies, and a small energy bar. You smiled in triumph and grabbed the energy bar, unwrapping it and hungrily munching down on it. You only ate half of it, fearing that you'd end up regretting it if you ended up eating the whole thing. You licked the crumbs off of your lips, putting the rest of the snack back into your bag as you proceeded to inspect the rest of your belongings. The utensils could maybe work, you grabbed the box where all of the art supplies were located in and opened it. You found a few pencils and a single pair of scissors, you faintly smiled This could be turned into weapons..! You had never really tried doing this, but the thought had came to you many times during class. Quickly, you grabbed a wooden pencil and started carving it with the scissors to sharpen it. 
After a few minutes of repeatedly doing the same thing with your pencils, you took the scissors and tried to split it in two so they could be used as small pocket knives. It was difficult though, especially since it wasn't exactly one of those cheap scissors. It was one of the ones teachers had, you had stolen it a while back from the teacher you so hated. It didn't matter though, you'd most likely never see him again. 
It took plenty of time before you managed to split the scissors, stuffing them into your front pocket jeans. You turned to last thing that had been in your backpack, the books. You stared at them for the longest time, trying to think of how they could become useful, it then dawned on you. You grabbed the books and tore out the pages before shoving it into your backpack. They could be used for a fire later one, it was vital to have the pages while the thick covers were an utter waste. "Well.. I should head out now..." You muttered to yourself, putting on your backpack and unlocking the the door. You silently crept out of the office room and scanned your surroundings. The sun allowed you to see the bloody scene even more clearly, it was revolting..! That deep red color stained the ground, walls, and scattered furniture. You winced and decided it wasn't worth observing any longer, silently making your way to the broken glass door. You carefully opened it and stepped out of the building and onto the street. It was all so quiet, so much that it sent shivers down your spine as you walked to the direction of your school. Only then could you then find the path home.

You walked around silently until you came upon the back of your school. You felt relief mixed with unease, it was only yesterday that you were running away from this building just so you could come back the next day. You sighed and decided to walk around instead of going inside, assuming that this place was no invested with those deadly beings. You took out one of your sharpened pencils and gripped it tightly to the point where your knuckles turned white. You didn't care, you just wanted to get out of this as quick as possible.
Fortunately, you were able to make it to the front of the school without any trouble. You still held the pencil firmly as you continued walking steadily towards the direction where your house was located. "H-HELP!!" You heard a distant voice scream, it pricked up your senses as you froze in place and frantically looked in every direction for danger. "HELP!" The same voice called out as you hesitantly began your way towards where the voice was coming from. Then, there they were. It was a man in his mid-fifties with three zombies gathered around him, tearing open his stomach to the point where his guts could be seen. "HELP ME!!" He was screaming in agony as the beasts feasted upon his bloody organs, you felt like throwing up right then and there but, you forced yourself not to. The man then spotted you, his wide brown eyes staring directly at you, "(Y/N)! HELP!" It was your professor, he was desperate for your aid. You shook your head slowly, "Forgive me...!" You said under your breath as you slowly backed away from the scene, leaving your teacher to his demise. 

You were running, refusing to bring yourself to all the guilt of leaving behind the man who had been teaching you. "Dammit..!" You hissed softly as tears formed in your eyes, it was too late for redemption. He was doomed to death, it was only a matter of time before he died of blood loss or shock. You continued to run through the neighborhood you found yourself in, trying to clear your mind from the gruesome experience. It was tormenting you, fogging your mind with brutal thoughts, your lack of focus was so much that you ended up tripping over your own feet. "Ugh.." You looked at your hands, they were scraped due to having made an attempt to save yourself from the fall. You softly exhaled and forced yourself back onto your feet. You took a moment to look where exactly you were, you then realized you were only about one block away from your home. You smiled, "Yes!" You exclaimed as the feeling of warmth filled your heart. The idea that you were only a block away from reuniting with your mother, the only person you cared for in this cynical world. Just as you were about to sprint all the way home, soft groaning could be heard from behind you. You started to shake as you slowly turned to look what was producing the sound. Your eyes widened as you saw what it was, as expected, it was a zombie. It was limping towards you, why now!? You quickly reached for one of the scissors blades you had in your pocket, this one was sure to only follow you home if you were to run. Its tongue was visible, dangling out of its crooked jaw as it rushed towards me. You took a deep, shaky breath as you braced yourself for attack as it launched itself towards you. You quickly dodged by stepping away from its reach. The zombie's groans grew louder as you then quickly push-kicked the creature, causing it to stumble backwards and fall. You took advantage of it being on the ground to the stomp onto its head, you heard a loud, disgusting crunch that sent blood everywhere. It was still slightly twitching, as you continued to stomp on its head until it stopped. Your pants and shoes were covered in blood as she removed yourself from the zombie. Its face was completely squished with blood and other things oozing out of it. You quickly looked away, it was a horrifying sight and you couldn't bear to be near it anymore so you ran towards home. 


A certain house came into view, it was your home. You quickly rushed towards the entrance of the house with high hopes of finding your mother to be safe. You took slowly reached for the knob and twisted it open, "Weird.. It's not locked..." You said to yourself, it was certainly suspicious since it was usually locked. You hesitantly pushed open the door, bracing yourself to whatever would await inside the house. Your eyes went wide as you stared in disbelief, it was all a disaster. Everything had been trashed, there was broken glass scattered around the floor along with other trash. As you took a step further into this chaos, could make out one of the things laying on the floor. It was a wooden board with words carved into it. You carefully picked it up and read it aloud,
"Home sweet home..."