The Z's

Part 1: Ty

"Ty, get the hell up!!" I heard someone yell, breaking my sleep.

After a second or two, I realized who was calling me. I jumped up to see my sister, Allyse, standing in the doorway.

Allyse and I were both nineteen years old— twins! I was born first; I came out ten minutes before she made her appearance to the world, so I have always seen her as my little sister.

The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew what was wrong. It was the day we were dreading.

Allyse's appearance wasn't one she would normally go for most of the time she was well put together. Her long black hair was secured by an elastic band, tied up in a messy ponytail on top of her head. She was dressed in an old, wrinkled t-shirt and jeans. Her brown skin glistened with sweat from running.

She looked down at me with her soft, hazel eyes full of nothing but fear.

"Fuck! They're here?!" I asked her.

She nodded her head and replied, "Mark heard them coming from the distance they are close" . Go find the others and tell them we need to move now." I told her there was no time to waste and she ran off.

"Damn," I thought to myself. I was sure this place would be safe for a little while longer—I guess they had other plans for us. The trackers are getting better at their jobs, I suppose.

We're in an abandoned building in one of the fallen cities as the human called them. I think it used to be some type of factory or something. There are a lot of abandoned cities due to either Z and/or people moved to the safe haven, So who didn't get the virus left so they would not join the dead. It seems like the perfect way to hide for a while. But these trackers are going to make it so nowhere is safe for us anymore .

The Z virus so moved fast that no one really came with a real name. People just start is The Z from a play off of disease and Z being the end of the alphabet. I think they were clever but I can't find anything clever about it when so many people are dead because of it.

I broke from my own thoughts and I shot up out of bed and quickly got dressed, grabbing a pair of black jeans and a slightly dirty red t-shirt with a pair of black sneakers that were almost on their last leg.

A few minutes later, Allyse came back with the others.

Standing to Allyse's right was Mark,trying his best to hide the look of a panic. Mark was the third oldest; eighteen and the heart of the group. Between running around on watch and making it back to me, his short, blonde hair was a complete mess. It fell right above his eyes and his tan skin appeared moist from the sweat of both panicking and running.

"What's going on?" Ava asked me. I looked down into her silver eyes and pale skin, perfectly paired to her loosely coiled white hair. Ava, the youngest of the group, was only thirteen years old. The Z didn't just get us powers, for some the virus was bad in their systems to the point that they barely survived it, it always altered their physical traits too.

Ava was the joy of our group—the only one who could effortlessly turn darkness into light. "Mark was on the lookout and sensed the trackers coming." I told everyone.

They all looked scared as they scanned the room with fearful eyes. Gasps and mutters left their mouths as they scanned each other's faces for solace, or rather, answers they knew they wouldn't find. We've been through this type of thing before. I saw the worry plastered on their skin but I knew my own feelings on this whole matter had to be swept to the side. They needed- always needed me. I pulled down the hem of my red shirt, relaxing my shoulders. "We need to move fast! I know we don't have our next safe house yet but we need to go now," "This ain't our first rodeo, guys. Let's not make a move like it is. Essentials only and I need to see some hustle!" I announced it to them.