Humanity's Epilogue (a zombie apocalypse story)
What is the most awesome thing ever? That's right, zombies. 'Nuff said, friend. Also, I'm going to put up songs that I think fit the chapters of my story. Hopefully I'll get to use some of the Devil Wears Prada's zombie EP. Those are some awesome songs. So, I hope you like it! ^_^
(The song for this chapter is My Silent Undoing by Queen Adreena. A beautiful, twisted song that gives me goosebumps.)
I felt my heart's every pound that day. Every excruciating, painful pound. Every beat, every disgusting, betraying beat was a lie. How could it beat? How? With everything I'd done, the innocent person I'd hurt.
That life I held so dearly once was worth nothing now. I wasn't alive, inside I was dead. A fleshy, rotting body, exuded of life. I was nothing but a zombie. I belonged outside, to moan and scream and shuffle with all the other worthless corpses. Only a lucky head-shot away from what I wanted all along. Eternal, forgiving, wonderful death.
I stared at his little face. His once tanned skin was pale now, pasty and veiny. It was like he was already dead. I felt my heart beat-pound its way to my throat. I couldn't speak, not with this in front of me. I couldn't cry, although that was all I wanted to do. His eyes were closed, and I put my hand on his chest. I felt HIS heart, slowly, slowly, beat. Softly, slowly. I was a monster.
"Hows Micheal?" I heard Shane say softly, peering at my face. I turned around to face him. He had this look, like he knew I was a terrible person. I knew what he was thinking. Oh yes, I knew.
"Its all my fault..." I whispered, looking back at the bedridden boy's arm, so small, so frail, wrapped up to disguise the terrible, festering disease underneath. A deadly bite from the living dead, incurable. The only fate he had was to turn. My baby brother, only eight summers old, going to join the hoard. I inhaled, struggling with an intense urge to cry my eyes out.
"No, sweetie its not, no, no no. It was THEIR fault." he wrapped me in his arms, and glared pointedly at the open window, where loud moans of the undead seeped in. It was maddening, those moans. Sometimes, just that sound was enough to make somebody go bat-shite and kill themselves. I broke out of his embrace, those warm arms I didn't deserve. As soon as I stepped away, nostalgia kicked in. I shook my head, closing the window. The noise was muffled, at least for now.
I looked out the now closed window, looking at each of those monsters rotting faces from afar. Our house was built on strong metal stilts, so it was extremely high up in the air. The only way down, or up, was by a hanging rope, something the creatures were too brain-dead to realize. They could barely walk straight, let alone climb a rope.
"He's gone. He's really gone. God, why am I such a terrible person. I shouldn't have ever..." I started to say, but Shane gave me a 'shut up' look. I glanced down at the ground numbly as he hugged me again, kissing my forehead. I leaned into him and slowly hugged back. It was like I was home again, in my best friends arms.
Our hug was interrupted by a loud moan of pain coming from the bed. "Mommy..." I saw my brother say. That was his nickname for me, I was the one who raised him and took care of him since he was 4. Even so long ago, when I was barely twelve, I was his mommy. I hurried to him. "Mikey." I replied looking at his sad state again.
"My arm hurts." his voice was so young, my heart dropped. His eyes were tinged in red, and already their normal ice blue were growing cloudy, soon to be plain white as all the other zombies were.
Other zombies. I was already referring to him as a zombie. I closed my eyes, "Oh, sweetheart, its okay. It'll get better." I lied, looking into those milky eyes, they knew I wasn't telling the truth.
"I got bit." he said sadly, trailing off. He turned thoughtful, and then, suddenly he started screaming. I fell back. I couldn't stand seeing him in pain, and I turned away, suddenly crying.
"Mommy! Make it stop!" he screeched in a high voice, he was always very susceptible to being hurt. He couldn't stand a small scratch, how could I expect him to tolerate the Infection burning his veins, spreading through his body. He had two hours of pain to go, then he would be dead, or rather, undead.
Just like me. Dead. Heart beating rabbit-quick, I ran out the door like a coward. Shane stayed in his spot, a witness to little Micheal's suffering.
I felt my heart's every pound that day. Every excruciating, painful pound. Every beat, every disgusting, betraying beat was a lie. How could it beat? How? With everything I'd done, the innocent person I'd hurt.
That life I held so dearly once was worth nothing now. I wasn't alive, inside I was dead. A fleshy, rotting body, exuded of life. I was nothing but a zombie. I belonged outside, to moan and scream and shuffle with all the other worthless corpses. Only a lucky head-shot away from what I wanted all along. Eternal, forgiving, wonderful death.
I stared at his little face. His once tanned skin was pale now, pasty and veiny. It was like he was already dead. I felt my heart beat-pound its way to my throat. I couldn't speak, not with this in front of me. I couldn't cry, although that was all I wanted to do. His eyes were closed, and I put my hand on his chest. I felt HIS heart, slowly, slowly, beat. Softly, slowly. I was a monster.
"Hows Micheal?" I heard Shane say softly, peering at my face. I turned around to face him. He had this look, like he knew I was a terrible person. I knew what he was thinking. Oh yes, I knew.
"Its all my fault..." I whispered, looking back at the bedridden boy's arm, so small, so frail, wrapped up to disguise the terrible, festering disease underneath. A deadly bite from the living dead, incurable. The only fate he had was to turn. My baby brother, only eight summers old, going to join the hoard. I inhaled, struggling with an intense urge to cry my eyes out.
"No, sweetie its not, no, no no. It was THEIR fault." he wrapped me in his arms, and glared pointedly at the open window, where loud moans of the undead seeped in. It was maddening, those moans. Sometimes, just that sound was enough to make somebody go bat-shite and kill themselves. I broke out of his embrace, those warm arms I didn't deserve. As soon as I stepped away, nostalgia kicked in. I shook my head, closing the window. The noise was muffled, at least for now.
I looked out the now closed window, looking at each of those monsters rotting faces from afar. Our house was built on strong metal stilts, so it was extremely high up in the air. The only way down, or up, was by a hanging rope, something the creatures were too brain-dead to realize. They could barely walk straight, let alone climb a rope.
"He's gone. He's really gone. God, why am I such a terrible person. I shouldn't have ever..." I started to say, but Shane gave me a 'shut up' look. I glanced down at the ground numbly as he hugged me again, kissing my forehead. I leaned into him and slowly hugged back. It was like I was home again, in my best friends arms.
Our hug was interrupted by a loud moan of pain coming from the bed. "Mommy..." I saw my brother say. That was his nickname for me, I was the one who raised him and took care of him since he was 4. Even so long ago, when I was barely twelve, I was his mommy. I hurried to him. "Mikey." I replied looking at his sad state again.
"My arm hurts." his voice was so young, my heart dropped. His eyes were tinged in red, and already their normal ice blue were growing cloudy, soon to be plain white as all the other zombies were.
Other zombies. I was already referring to him as a zombie. I closed my eyes, "Oh, sweetheart, its okay. It'll get better." I lied, looking into those milky eyes, they knew I wasn't telling the truth.
"I got bit." he said sadly, trailing off. He turned thoughtful, and then, suddenly he started screaming. I fell back. I couldn't stand seeing him in pain, and I turned away, suddenly crying.
"Mommy! Make it stop!" he screeched in a high voice, he was always very susceptible to being hurt. He couldn't stand a small scratch, how could I expect him to tolerate the Infection burning his veins, spreading through his body. He had two hours of pain to go, then he would be dead, or rather, undead.
Just like me. Dead. Heart beating rabbit-quick, I ran out the door like a coward. Shane stayed in his spot, a witness to little Micheal's suffering.
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