High School of the Dead: Day Zero (volume 1)

chapter 1 day 1

In the morning of California a young teen woke up in his bed, rubbing his bruised spots on his face. Till someone shout downs stairs.

????: Boy! Get your ass up!! Your dad is here!!

The young teen sighs relief and get up and check his body, few scars and couple tattos, one is eagle wings on his back and tribal tattos on his arms.

He begin to grab his clothes and books and sorting them in luggage and bags. And put on a white tshirt, rip jeans and a jacket and walked down.

He walked out of the room and walked down the stairs. But the only thing he got at downstair was a back slapped from his stepfather.

???: couldn't you be more grateful i wake you up?

Marshall: yeah yeah, whatever, Rick.

Rick: what was that? You ungrateful bastard, when your mother heard of this.....

Marshall walked out of the house and flip his middle finger behind him and toward rick as Which pissed him off.

Marshall walked to his father truck, tossing his luggage and bags in the cargo bed and hop inside the passenger seats. He rolled the window  down and keep flipping his middle finger but not looking at rick.

His father chuckled and drives off, out of the suburban neighborhoods.

Clint: so what that all about

He grinned and rubbed his son hair as Marshall groan.

Clint: and you look shit, eh nothing much worse then me back in Afghanistan.

Marshall look at him,

Marshall: well just say, had a fight, rick came, arrest me, blaming shit i didnt do.....

Clint look at him and knods,

Clint: and your mom.... how is she?

Marshall: well.... kinda abit split like she agree on rick, i get punish by them sometime she get clingy...... i dont know she took me in, i join up gangs because i feel i part in a pac, but heh im always second in command..... wish you took me instead.

Clint: *sighs* i know sport.... but if i do i had to watch over you and take you to my jobs....

Marshall look off to the window and mumbles.

Marshall: i dont care, im just your burden, wish i was never your son, maybe i be someone else to you...

Clint stop on the brakes, with thrown Marshall slammed dashboard and slam back to his seat.

Marshall: WHAT THE HELL DAD!?!?!?

Clint: NO LISTEN HEAR..... your not a burden, nor your just a broken condom child, or anything, your my son, my kin, my own flesh, my own offspring and im so damn proud your here... but sometimes i am a burden to you, never there for you..... wish i did more

He look out and press the gas down. Marshall look down and look at his dad and see the hurt in his eyes.

Marshall: you know, dad.. your not a burden, i always love you, because i look up to you as my own hero, maybe i am a screw up but hey we both screw up?

Clint: *chuckles* you got that right... oh i forgot to mention

He check his pockets and fish around.

Clint: where...is that...fuck.....where is it...

He soon pull out a small black box and he bring it front of his son face.

Marshall: *eyes widen* no...

Clint: yes..

Marshall: noo...