Watch Me Die Again

"There's something bad happening." The little boys voice faltered, his wide glassy brown eyes sweeping over my face for a second time. Struggling to keep the serious mask of authority necessary to not dampen his lively imagination, I nodded enthusiastically, tousling his hair the the gentle swish of my hand. Jamie's little-boy fantasies would never cease to entertain me, yet the alarming amount of fear in his tone remained jostling up thoughts in the very back crevice of my mind. "C'mon James, you're the man of the house now buddy. Ain't nothin' scary enough to jar you!" My little brother grinned, quickly forgetting his childish fears the moment the words fell from my mouth.
"I'm silly Rowan, Luke was just talking shit about-"
Jamie coughed and quickly apologized under his breath for the language, not even needing to see the incredulous smirk on my face.
"-stuff I mean. Stuff about zombies and things he'd heard his ma' talking about. They wanted to move somewhere safe where zombies weren't goin' eat their brains." James giggled, stepping into his room; the satin of his Transformer's pajamas almost glossy in the light. "'Night Rowan!"
The door slowly clicked shut, leaving me alone in the family room with the thought of decaying corpses roaming behind my eyes.

16 year old Rowan Kingsley is the only one in her family who seems to give a damn about anything these days. With the recent death of her father, Rowan's mother has fallen into a deep state of depression resulting in the often absence of an adult figure that is much needed. Her younger brother, Jamie, is her main priority, and she has stepped up to look after him when her mother seemed to have opted out of all responsibilities. An outbreak of an unidentifiable parasitic disease is sweeping across the world; being labeled as the 'zombie apocalypse'. Rowan is thrown into this new gory and harsh world with the only goal but to keep both herself and her brother alive; but the dead aren't the only ones to fear.