Dead Beginnings

Chapter 5

Aaliyah’s POV

    “What's wrong?” Terry asks as I hold the bandages and aspirins he gave me.

    “I think I dropped my phone and my parents might have left like yours did. The only problem is if they left my brother and sister too.” I say slowly and and put the boxes on his bed. I untie the bloody bandana and and look at the cuts. My knee was only skimmed, it didn’t need the bandaids.

I throw the boxes in my bag and sigh. “My brother is only three and my sister is eight. There is no way in hell they can survive on their own.” I stand. For the first time since this started I had finally started to think about this stuff. I guess I’m not as in shock as I was before. 

“There is nothing we can really do.” He says though I could tell he was thinking hard now too. My stomach growls and I sigh. Terry goes through the bags pulling out two small cans of Veinna Sausages. “Lets eat.” He says handing me one of the cans. I take one and he sits on the bed.

I open the can and the water spills on my legs. I close my eyes counting to ten before I hear Terry laugh. I look at him as he takes one of the sausages out. I elbow him slightly making his can jerk sending water on his pants.

“Hey!” He says and I smile innocently. We sit there for a few minutes eating. The can was small, the sausages not filling my hunger much. There was really nothing I could do, we had to keep as much food as possible.

“I say we go to my house. My dad keeps a gun somewhere, if he didn’t take it we can use it.” I say, I’m not sure why my dad had a gun, but I knew he did.

“Extra food and knifes.” Terry says nodding. He stands up zipping up his bag and grabbing the metal bat. “Do you know how to get to your house from here?” Terry asks slumping the bag over his shoulder. I nod zipping up mine and putting it on slowly.

“I should.” I say biting my lip.

“Don’t get us lost.” Terry says. I cross my arms, and stare at him.

“Don’t get lost? Don’t tell me thats what your worried about.” I say.

“Don’t get us eaten by zombies.” Terry smirks. I sigh grabbing the second metal bat. We put the wood one in our bag to  use if necessary. We slowly head outside, there were little to no zombies.

I grab Terry’s sweater sleeve and guide him into an ally. “Lets stay away from the zombies.” I say holding the cold bat tighter. It was slightly heavy and it was hard to keep it up. Terry seemed to have no problem holding his bat.

“But we could just smash its brains with the bats.” Terry says. I rest the end of the bat on the ground and sigh.

“Lets not.” Terry shrugs. I lift the bat again and we head to the back allies. I stop hearing a muffled sound. It was someone talking! I was about to race to the voice when Terry grabbed my shoulder. There was a bright light flashing blue and zombies where surrounding it.

Me and Terry get a bit closer to try to hear the TV. “Zombies…..Go….Pentagon…..Survive.” I lean in a little more, my bat hits the ground with a loud clank as I drop it. The zombies look over at us. I scramble to pick it up as Terry grabs my arm and pulls me into an ally. I struggle to keep up and hold the bat, we race out into the street and more zombies surround us.

Terry raises his bat hitting a near zombie, blood splats on his sleeves and all over the ground. I back into Terry and raise my bat. I swing the best I could at a zombie, I hear the familiar crack as bones break. I cringe, blood pooled all over our feet.

“There is too many, come on!” Terry shouts grabbing my arm again and dashing through an open spot in the tight circle of zombies. I drop the bat, I pull away from Terry to go back for it.

“Stop.” Terry growls, “Leave the bat.” I look up seeing the zombies coming closer. I turn and race back to Terry. He looks around frantically, then I see my brown two story house. 

“My house!” I shout sprinting to it. Terry follows. I scramble up the steps, my foot slips sending my knees onto the concrete. I use my hands to break my fall and sit there for a minute dazed. Terry pulls me up and we go through to open the door. Terry shuts it and looks around. He pushes the small black shelf to hold the door closed. There was glass bowls holding nice smelling fake leaves.

I whimper a little as the pain sets in. I look down at my now heavily bleeding knees and turn my hand over to look at my palms. Terry leans on the wall, his bat was on the floor. I slowly walk into the living room, blood from my knees drop onto the carpet. 

The TV was on the ground and all of the family pictures were gone. The couch pillows were also gone. Glass was everywhere. I turn around looking at the shattered and broken down dinning room and kitchen. Terry heads into the kitchen already taking the knifes and looking for canned food.

I ball my hands into fist and back into the wall. I throw the backpack off and slide to the floor. Terry sighs, next thing I knew he was sliding down next to me.

“What is it?” He asks handing me one of the knifes.

“I’m scared.” I admit and wipe away my tears. “We could have died.. again.” I bite my lip. “If my parents didn’t go back for my brother and sister then they are most likely dead.”

Terry opens my bag taking out the bandages, he frowns putting them back in. He gets up going into my bathroom and comes back with a cloth. It looked like it was once a towel, but it was all torn.

Terry gently dabs my knees taking off all the blood. “The bandaids aren’t big enough.” He says and I close my eyes. Finally he stops, I lean on his shoulder hugging my knees close to my chest, I think I fell asleep.