I was young and small, not even 16 pixels tall. My father was preparing the crops in the front yard while my mother worked on her flower garden. Me and my twin brother, Jason were playing cowboys in the backyard, pretending to tie each other to minecart rails, while the other person gives the minecart a shove and quickly “unties” the person before the minecart hits them. It was quite fun and we did it for hours upon hours. We played some capture the flowers, where we basically fight each other and try to take the other person’s flower and return it to their own flower pot. It was just an average day at my house.
My mother stayed at home each day to take care of me and my brother, while my father went out to work at the mine. He would mine for hours, sometimes even 16 hours a day! He got to keep 30% of all the minerals he found, while the other 70% went to the town. Then, 50% of what the town gets that week, would be evenly distributed amongst the townspeople; the townspeople of Vesrael.
Vesrael was a good town, wait… no. It’s a GREAT town. The mayor is a great leader. The doctors are very good at their jobs, though they very rarely need to help anyone, because accidents rarely occur in this town. It’s been about 4 months since any accidents have occurred in Vesrael, most likely because our low population means less people to get hurt. The last accident was when the street patroller forgot to turn on the powered rails after Energy Saving’s Day and a sudden stop on the rail caused somebody to fly out of their minecart and get a concussion. But like I was saying, Vesrael is probably the best town in this entire realm, and I was hoping that it would stay that way forever... but I was wrong.
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14 years passed by, and the city was still doing pretty well. Felix and I just graduated middle school and we were studying for high school. My father was out at the mine and my mother was at the hospital. She was recently in an accident and she was put into a coma. My mother no longer stays at home, because my brother and I outgrew needing to be taken care of. She now works as a detonations expert. They were preparing to detonate an apartment building that went out of business about 2 years ago. They were counting down to detonation, but they didn’t do a full evacuation… my mother got crushed by falling rubble inside the building.
Felix and I were at home playing wooltoss (a game we invented) when we heard a knock at the door. Felix ran to answer it. It was the mayor. “I have terrible news,” he said, as he walked inside slowly, “There was an accident at the mine. The ceiling collapsed. There were no survivors.”
My brother collapsed to the ground in tears, while I stood in shock. “I’m sorry,” said the mayor as he walked out the door.
CHAPTER 2
Three weeks passed. My mother was still in a coma at the hospital. Felix and I were forced to make our own meals and fend for ourselves constantly. We hadn’t been able to study for high school. Instead, we were cooking and each had low paying jobs. I was cutting grass for the neighbours and my brother was cooking meals for the elders.
I was sleeping in my bed. It was midnight. I was having a re-occurring nightmare about my father. It’s the same nightmare over and over again with no change whatsoever. It’s the 4th time I’ve had this dream in 5 days. Though I had no idea, that I would soon be living a nightmare…
“Wake up! Wake up!”
I woke up in my bed, with my brother standing beside me. “We gotta go!”
I stood up, and looked out the window. Dead bodies were scattered throughout the streets. One stood out in particular. It was lying outside of the pharmacy’s door. A chunk of his neck was missing, and blood was pouring out. It was quite obvious that he was dead, until its fist clenched. My brother grabbed my arm and pulled me downstairs. “Grab something sharp,” he said as he ripped a glass bottle out of the brewing machine and smashed it, turning it into a razor sharp weapon of destruction.
I ran into my father’s bedroom and grabbed his pickaxe out of its casing. I ran toward my brother. “If it’s groaning and bleeding, stab its head. If not, leave it alone,” Felix said as he kicked down the door.
We ran outside into the city. My brother started stabbing these things in the head. I stood there watching. Was my brother turning into a maniac? One of these things started stumbling towards me, groaning. His arm was bleeding. If it’s groaning and bleeding, stab its head. I took a swing with my pickaxe and it went right through its forehead. It fell to the ground. I ran after my brother. “What do we do?” I asked him.
“Get out of the town. We’ll figure out what to do after that.”
“Wait. What about mom?” I asked.
“This whole thing started in the hospital. Anyone in there is dead meat,” he said as he ran down the street, stabbing these things.
I stood there staring at him. I couldn’t believe that he just gave up on mom like that. I turned around and ran towards the hospital.
CHAPTER 3
I arrived at the hospital. Nurses and doctors were running out of the hospital screaming. I quickly ran up to the hospital door and towards the elevator. I started pounding on the button. The light tuned on and the door opened. A pretty blonde girl was standing in there, surrounded by dead bodies. She was holding a golden sword, with blood dripping from its tip. She looked me in the eye. “Going up?”
I smiled and hopped in, quickly pressing the 6th button. The door closed on one of those crazy people’s heads, crushing it. The girl laughed. “So, how are you holding up with this plague?” she asked.
“Plague? I don’t understand.”
She replied, “It’s some crazy new disease. Basically, if you get bit or scratched, the disease gets passed onto you, and you become one of these freaks.”
That would explain the bite marks on those people outside. We arrived on the 6th floor. I ran out the elevator door, and I sprinted down the hall towards the room my mother was in. The door was already opened. The girl followed me as I crept open the door and walked in. My mother was gone.
I fell to the ground in front of the empty bed, almost in tears but I held them back. The girl put her hand on my shoulder, “C’mon. We’re getting out of here.”
I stood up and stared at the blood filled bed and walked out the door. I followed the girl as she walked down the stairs, “What’s your name?” she asked.
I didn’t reply, still being in shock of my mother being gone, “I’m Orlanda,” she said awkwardly.
We walked down the stairs to the bottom floor. I was tired out, panting like a dog after chasing its tail for an hour. She seemed energetic and ready to kill. She busted down the door on the 2nd floor and walked out into the hallway. She turned to her left and ran towards the first door. As she opened up the door, one of those infected things ran at me, as if it didn’t even see her. I stuck my pickaxe through its skull. The body fell to the ground, as did Orlanda. She started crying. I walked towards her, “That was my father,” she said.
It was then that I realized that we were going through the same pain. I grabbed her arm and pulled here towards the staircase. All of here energy was lost, as she walked slowly down the stairs. I opened up the door on the bottom floor. It was quiet. The floor was scattered with dead bodies. Everybody in the hospital must have either died or got out. Orlanda and I walked towards the revolving door and walked out onto the streets. I looked around. I saw some infected things stumbling around like a bunch of drunks, but no signs of anybody uninfected… This includes my brother.
Note from the author: This story is nowhere near done. I will be updating this story as much as possible. I hope you like it. Also, feel free to leave replies saying what you would like to see happen, and maybe it'll make the cut.
Hm, very nice, I must say! I was planning on writing a undead Apocolypse based fan fiction the other day, if I end up posting it I will make sure I out in a link for this on the page! Keep up the great work.
My mother stayed at home each day to take care of me and my brother, while my father went out to work at the mine. He would mine for hours, sometimes even 16 hours a day! He got to keep 30% of all the minerals he found, while the other 70% went to the town. Then, 50% of what the town gets that week, would be evenly distributed amongst the townspeople; the townspeople of Vesrael.
Vesrael was a good town, wait… no. It’s a GREAT town. The mayor is a great leader. The doctors are very good at their jobs, though they very rarely need to help anyone, because accidents rarely occur in this town. It’s been about 4 months since any accidents have occurred in Vesrael, most likely because our low population means less people to get hurt. The last accident was when the street patroller forgot to turn on the powered rails after Energy Saving’s Day and a sudden stop on the rail caused somebody to fly out of their minecart and get a concussion. But like I was saying, Vesrael is probably the best town in this entire realm, and I was hoping that it would stay that way forever... but I was wrong.
Felix and I were at home playing wooltoss (a game we invented) when we heard a knock at the door. Felix ran to answer it. It was the mayor. “I have terrible news,” he said, as he walked inside slowly, “There was an accident at the mine. The ceiling collapsed. There were no survivors.”
My brother collapsed to the ground in tears, while I stood in shock. “I’m sorry,” said the mayor as he walked out the door.
I was sleeping in my bed. It was midnight. I was having a re-occurring nightmare about my father. It’s the same nightmare over and over again with no change whatsoever. It’s the 4th time I’ve had this dream in 5 days. Though I had no idea, that I would soon be living a nightmare…
“Wake up! Wake up!”
I woke up in my bed, with my brother standing beside me. “We gotta go!”
I stood up, and looked out the window. Dead bodies were scattered throughout the streets. One stood out in particular. It was lying outside of the pharmacy’s door. A chunk of his neck was missing, and blood was pouring out. It was quite obvious that he was dead, until its fist clenched. My brother grabbed my arm and pulled me downstairs. “Grab something sharp,” he said as he ripped a glass bottle out of the brewing machine and smashed it, turning it into a razor sharp weapon of destruction.
I ran into my father’s bedroom and grabbed his pickaxe out of its casing. I ran toward my brother. “If it’s groaning and bleeding, stab its head. If not, leave it alone,” Felix said as he kicked down the door.
We ran outside into the city. My brother started stabbing these things in the head. I stood there watching. Was my brother turning into a maniac? One of these things started stumbling towards me, groaning. His arm was bleeding. If it’s groaning and bleeding, stab its head. I took a swing with my pickaxe and it went right through its forehead. It fell to the ground. I ran after my brother. “What do we do?” I asked him.
“Get out of the town. We’ll figure out what to do after that.”
“Wait. What about mom?” I asked.
“This whole thing started in the hospital. Anyone in there is dead meat,” he said as he ran down the street, stabbing these things.
I stood there staring at him. I couldn’t believe that he just gave up on mom like that. I turned around and ran towards the hospital.
I smiled and hopped in, quickly pressing the 6th button. The door closed on one of those crazy people’s heads, crushing it. The girl laughed. “So, how are you holding up with this plague?” she asked.
“Plague? I don’t understand.”
She replied, “It’s some crazy new disease. Basically, if you get bit or scratched, the disease gets passed onto you, and you become one of these freaks.”
That would explain the bite marks on those people outside. We arrived on the 6th floor. I ran out the elevator door, and I sprinted down the hall towards the room my mother was in. The door was already opened. The girl followed me as I crept open the door and walked in. My mother was gone.
I fell to the ground in front of the empty bed, almost in tears but I held them back. The girl put her hand on my shoulder, “C’mon. We’re getting out of here.”
I stood up and stared at the blood filled bed and walked out the door. I followed the girl as she walked down the stairs, “What’s your name?” she asked.
I didn’t reply, still being in shock of my mother being gone, “I’m Orlanda,” she said awkwardly.
We walked down the stairs to the bottom floor. I was tired out, panting like a dog after chasing its tail for an hour. She seemed energetic and ready to kill. She busted down the door on the 2nd floor and walked out into the hallway. She turned to her left and ran towards the first door. As she opened up the door, one of those infected things ran at me, as if it didn’t even see her. I stuck my pickaxe through its skull. The body fell to the ground, as did Orlanda. She started crying. I walked towards her, “That was my father,” she said.
It was then that I realized that we were going through the same pain. I grabbed her arm and pulled here towards the staircase. All of here energy was lost, as she walked slowly down the stairs. I opened up the door on the bottom floor. It was quiet. The floor was scattered with dead bodies. Everybody in the hospital must have either died or got out. Orlanda and I walked towards the revolving door and walked out onto the streets. I looked around. I saw some infected things stumbling around like a bunch of drunks, but no signs of anybody uninfected… This includes my brother.
Note from the author: This story is nowhere near done. I will be updating this story as much as possible. I hope you like it. Also, feel free to leave replies saying what you would like to see happen, and maybe it'll make the cut.
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I am not the one to be very sentimental with books, but this made say : Oh no ! Poor guy
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