My breathing had gotten a bit easier now, but I knew I was not going to live through this night unscathed. I was almost certain that one of his teeth were embedded in my skin and I could feel the blood oozing out of it. I wanted to say something or at least move. But my legs felt heavy.I heard the sound of footsteps and I knew that I was about to lose consciousness soon. I tried to get up on shaky legs, but fell back to the ground. A strong pair of arms grabbed me and helped me stand up. When I regained control of my feet, I recognized the familiar warmth. Jaden?As soon as I was able to hold his hand, I leaned into him and tried to smile. “Sorry... I didn't want to cause you trouble,” I said as I squeezed his hand softlyJaden smiled sadly, “You never had caused me trouble,” he muttered, his gaze focused on our joined handsI sighed deeply, “I hope you know that I really am sorry” I whisperedhe chuckled lightly and looked at me, “it doesn't matter anyway, everything ended happily”
COLLIN POV I walked the lonely street of New York with blood dripping down my bat, since the apocalypse I have never had any good rest and I hope this ends soon. I was fully alerted in case of any zombies. I entered an abandoned Shopping mall, I sighted a body which already decayed laying on the floor. I sighed as I kept walking into the shopping mall taking every bottle and snack that could take me to survive for a few weeks.The whole place smelled like moldy meat and dead bodies. I looked around trying to find a place to go and finally, I spotted some food stalls.I went up to one of them and took the only edible thing inside of it. It was chicken.I walked out of the market not even knowing how long I'd been there and decided to sleep somewhere until my head hurts enough to make me forget where I am or what happened.I went through the streets and the entire time I just stared at the sky watching how the clouds passed by slowly. “Hey hands up" I heard someone yell to me,
I got home and ate something. I was really tired and hungry and it hurt to walk straight but I couldn't waste another day in this state.I took off my shoes and went upstairs. After closing my bedroom door, I climbed under the covers falling asleep instantly.When I woke up I noticed that everything felt different, like the world wasn't the same and I couldn't figure out what was wrong. The bed felt more comfortable than usual and so did my clothes, I was wearing something much lighter, more comfortable and softer compared to the last time I had been in my old bedroom. I also noticed that the air felt better too.I thought about waking up everyone to talk but then remembered that we would all be dead soon, I didn't want them worrying about me while their alive. I didn't want to think about all the things that are going to happen when everyone's corpses decompose on these roads and in these stores. So I decided to stay silent and enjoy everything.For a while everything seemed perfec
Collin was awakened by the alarm. With a groan, he sat up on his bed and looked at the clock. It was only six in the morning; he had to start getting ready for work or he wouldn't have time to eat before coming back home. He threw on some clean clothes and brushed his teeth and hair before leaving the apartment. He enters the street of New York ignoring the corpses that lay On the road a d avoiding being seen by zombies in front of him. His eyes are focused on the sidewalk as he walks to the subway station and when he arrives he gets on an empty train and sits down facing the door. His head rested against the cool glass window of the doors trying to get his mind off of what happened the night before. After ten minutes or so of silent contemplation, Collin starts to worry about the safety of his family members, but he still seeks to look for his missing family. Suddenly he sighed a zombie in a train ticketer uniform heading towards him looking him directly in the eye. When they mad
~~~After a moment, Collin awoke again. This time he realized he wasn't alone. Two people stood over him, both dressed in police uniforms. They were speaking quietly to each other in hushed voices and pointing their guns at him. "Who do you work for?" one asked him. He tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. "Answer us boy!"The other shot him once in the chest causing Collin's breath to catch. The wound bled freely and the smell burned his nostrils. It took all of his effort not to pass out. The zombie next to him lowered her weapon. She kneeled in front of him and placed her large hands on either side of his face forcing him to meet her eyes."Please don't hurt him," she said gently squeezing his cheeks as though pleading with the man in the suit to stop. "He doesn't mean no harm."The man nodded curtly to indicate that she could continue.She let go of his face and stood up. She walked past Collin and knelt beside the dead man laying next to him. She checked the pul
His mother cried, begging him not to die. His father stood in front of him, hugging him and promising he would always be there for him. His aunt, uncle, and cousin laughing and joking together. Pictures of a younger version of himself laughing with his sister. A tear slid down his face as he touched the scars running along his cheekbone. The memory of his dad, holding him close with worry in his eyes and telling him he was strong. The image of his mom and aunt kissing him goodbye, their faces filled with sadness. And finally the picture of himself getting beaten by the man in black. He could feel his eyes welling up with fresh tears as the images started fading away. His vision blurred. The sound of the wind blowing passed him became deafening. The image of his parents was gone, replaced with an image of himself and another man with blonde hair and glasses. He could see that same look in his eyes, the same fear. Collin shook his head violently trying to clear away these horrible tho
creating a dim light. They illuminated the small space beautifully, making the room seem more inviting than ever before. However, Collin wasn’t in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the room.He sat himself down on the couch next to the TV and stared blankly at the TV screen. He could see his reflection standing near the fireplace. His skin was a bit pale and thin looking; it made him look very frail, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He noticed a large bruise forming on his right jaw.There was silence throughout the entire room except for the sounds of the fire crackling and the rain pouring onto the roof. When it began to grow darker, Collin decided it was time to get ready for class.When he arrived downstairs, Mr. Jones was already waiting for him.“Good morning, Mr. Jones,” he greeted politely as he handed him his backpack.Mr. Jones nodded, “Have a good first day. Your classes will start tomorrow. We will talk about this later once your classes have begun.”Collin n
He quickly climbed out of bed and made his way to the door to open it. His eyes widened when he saw who it was. It was Mrs. Tiffany."Mrs. Tiffany?" he asked surprised.She stepped into his house with a confused expression on her face, "Yes, Collin. It's me.""You're...you're here," he said dumbfounded.She held up a bag, "I brought you an outfit for tonight. Since it's your first lesson, I thought you might want something nicer than jeans and a T-shirt.""Why?"Mrs. Tiffany frowned at him, "Because you look terrible, and I know that Mr. Jones told you to wear nice clothes every single day," she stated, her voice raising a few degrees higher.Collin rubbed his head, "I know…"Mrs. Tiffany glared at him as she walked closer to him, "Well? Aren't you going to change?"Collin shook his head, "Um…no…it's okay.""Are you sure? This is important to you, isn't it?"Collin nodded, "It's just...not exactly my style."Mrs. Tiffany sighed and said, "Well, it's the only thing I could come up with