The Rise Of The Undead

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The Undead Three

"Dinner's up ladies!" A cops yells just as a security guard slides two trays under a small slot into our cell.

Nichole jumps down from her top bunk, picks up her tray and digs in. I crawl out from my bottom bunk and grab the other tray. The tray consists of orange mush, green mush and white mush. "You've gotta be kidding me." I mutter angrily.

"Nope." Nichole says with a mouthful of green mush. "So eat it before I do because they don't feed us very often here." She gives me a stern look and nods her head pointing to my tray.

I look at the stuff they call food here and sigh. Maybe it's not as bad as it looks? I dip my finger in the white mush and slowly bring it to my mouth. As fast as it gets in my mouth, it comes right back out; spitting it all over the floor. I give the tray a disgusted look then walk up to the top bunk bed and drop it in front of Nichole-who's sitting cross legged. "I think I'll pass on that."

Nichole shrugs and puts another mouthful in her mouth. "Suit yourselves." She says spraying food in my face.

I scrunch my nose up wipe the mush off my face. "Ew..."

She giggles and gives me a sheepish smile. "Ope... Sorry."

"That's okay..." I sigh and flop myself on my metal bunk with a thin cushion on top of it then lay my head on the thin pillow. "I just don't get why I'm here."

I hear her sigh like she knows what I'm talking about. Well, she does. "Cause to everyone else: you killed somebody." She mutters.

"But why wouldn't they just warn everybody that there are things-that look like people running around that may just try to eat you?" I ask annoyed.

"Who would trust the government after that Shawn?" She shrugs. "I sure as hell wouldn't if I saw that on the news. Things with the citizens of America could get real fucked up real fast!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I say sadly. I just hope that they get it under control again fast. It really brings me down to know that other people have died from this. I mean and that would be a really painful death! Ugh I need to get my mind off of this! I wonder if Katt's okay? I don't know what I would do if something happened to my other half. I hope I can get out of here before school's over. "Hey what time is it?"

Nichole snorts and rolls her eyes. "Yeah okay, let me just check my watch-oh wait! That's right, they took it so I wouldn't kill myself with it." She says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes at not her, but my own stupidness. "Whatever, I just need to get out of here-and fast. It's my sisters seventeenth birthday today so I need to get home."

"Well sorry sweetie, but that ain't happening anytime soon."

"Why? How long have you been here for?" I ask.

She looks down and shrugs. "Two weeks tomorrow."

"Two weeks?!"

"Yup. To the rest of the world, you killed somebody. So it's not like they can just let you go. If they did; they'd be in even more trouble than they are now."

My eyes water at the point she just made. It's true. Not only am I going to miss Katt's seventeenth birthday but I may miss her twenty first birthday or her fortieth. "Are we ever going to get out of here?" I ask, my voice breaking as I speak.

She wipes what looks like a tear from her eye but it happened so fast I'm not sure. She seems like her walls have gone up a while ago and that she doesn't let them down to often. So I'm guessing it was just something in her eye. "I hope so. I have a seven year old brother to get home to. I'm all he's got left."