Blood Type Z

Prologue

         I sat there, with eyes of a damned creature looking for an answer. Just staring at a ripped projection screen, just like the rest of them...Waiting...and waiting. Nothing in this corrupted world is right anymore, not in the right direction,not the right thing to do. There is no right or wrong now, just madness in a cup, waiting for you to take that little sip of taste and lose your mind of all you dreamed, hated, admired, loved, and lived for....We're just a bunch of fucking cockroaches, waiting to be stepped on.

Chapter One

         "Oh fuck! Ah goddamn it no! He's got my fucking arm! Rachel Shoot! Shoot him now!". Blood started to poor from Stan's limb as the monster chewed it right off like meat from a chicken bone."I can't get a clear shot Stan, stop moving!" shouted Rachel as she is helplessly pointing her firearm's iron sight towards the two. Rachel closes her eyes and hopes for the best as she grips the gun tightly and over hugs the trigger with her small middle finger. Bam! "Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck!", Stan says in relief as he pushes over the dead corpse off of him, "Shit, now I'm going to turn into one of them. Baby you've got to go without me." Stan puts his blood dripping hand on his beautiful redheaded wife's face and wipes her tear, leaving a blood swipe. "You made me so proud all these years, and now it's finally pay off. I love you baby...Kill me." Rachel pours from her brown, broken eyes and weeps out, "Forgive me honey, I'll always remember you" Boom!

         "Wow, that's it? She just killed him like that with ease? So fucking lame." Clark complains as he hunching in his seat in disappointment.

         Clark Churchill, a 23 year old brown short spiked haired loser that is smaller than the average man, I like to bully him for that. I've known Clark since we started out as small badass freshmens in high school. We met by getting our asses handed to in dodgeball from the big kids. Long story, short, This clown has been a brother that I always wanted, too bad I got a sister instead. "Shhh! Talk after the movie for once please!?" Emily whispered to Clark who's now checking his phone for notifications.Emily Downsberg is Clark's girlfriend, a pretty red haired bossy bitch who wears too much make up for a clown. They've been together since high school, so about 4 years mabye? Too long.

         "Does he do this every time?", Stacey whispered from my right. Stacey...uhh..Stacey. A friend of Emily's, met from their job at some beat up coffee shop. Clark's bright idea of having a wonderful double date, dick."Ehhh not really, only when he is on his period" Stacey was an alright girl, but what happened with my ex left me numb and not wanting to be with anyone for a while, but I at least I am showing some effort that I'm trying to improve, untiI went to scratch my head in embarrassment of my best friend's stupid manners. My right hand goes up and I tip the large soda that was sitting on the cup holder between me and my date! It tips over and the hit of the impact from her lap opened the lid and painted her blue skirt a new color. Stacey shouted at me in anger, "Ugh!! Kenrick, what the fuck?!"

         Kenrick Demodocus Soter is my name, yeah I know it's a stupid name but my parents originating names from your race is a good way to stay traditional. I hate Greek names. I don't really mind how my body looks, I've got some muscles but I ain't a body builder. I kinda like my green eyes, but i wish they were darker, that's why i have my long wooshy hair to cover it from time to time.The thing that sucks is that brown hair is common as hell and I like to be different from the world. The only thing that really bothers me about myself is this huge scar I have in the back of my neck, not sure where or when I got it but it leaves me curious sometimes.

         Stacey shoots up and leaves to my left in disgust while Emily is barking at me, "Ugh your dumb-ass friend is an idiot Clark I swear! Come on Stacey let's clean you up". "Good one dummy", Clark says as he passes by my seat, also exiting to my left. Damn, I did fuck up pretty bad. I let a long sigh and get up to walk the stairs of shame as my best friend waits for me at the bottom with an annoying smile. "I'm so sorry man I didn't mean to ruin the date", I apologize. "Bro It's fine, I'm not even into werewolf movies", he says as he pats my shoulder leading me to the exit of the room. " So what now?" I ask. "Now you stay single and get home before your mom gets mad at yo-" Clark bumps into a man with rough scruff on his chin and an unpleasant look in his eye. "Watch it kid before I stick you ass in a can and smash you with my left foot" He threatens. "Honey", a lady I'm assuming he is married to put her hand on his shoulder and gives him this look. Not a dirty or scolding look, but a look with an expression telling that man to put off the anger aside and just let the kid go. She was a beautiful woman indeed so if I was that man I'd shut my damn mouth up for the lady. The man sighs and looks as if he disappointed her in a way, " Look just don't let that happen again alright?" he says. "Yes sir", Clark replies with a terror-stricken face and a voice of a 7 year-old who just got in trouble. That does not really happen too often so it was pretty fucking funny. The man walked off with his wife who, I just noticed, was wearing a fedora, people still wear fedoras? Clark started to sound like a bad-ass when the guy left, "I could have had him you know? Put me in a can, what kind of stupid saying that! I should have just punched him right there and take his girl" he assumed what "could have" happened. It gets kind of annoying when he goes off like this, so I like to ask," Then why didn't you do anything at that moment?". He looked at me and replied, " Well, you can't just do that in front of the mans girlfriend I mean that is just breaking the dudes book of law". He literally just said he'd kick his ass and steal his girlfriend?! Goddamn it Clark.

         " Alright alright let's just take you home" We lost the girls but we didn't car because we were making fun of that ridiculous movie. We got to my car, actually my mom's BMW, and start to head out of the Red Rock Casino's garage. I drop the loser off his house and head over to mine to knock the fu-" Ken...Ken..Kenny...KENRICK!!" MY mom yells. "Ahh fuck what mom, WHAT?!" I reply in agony of man's greatest challenge, waking up too early. "Kenrick you watch your mouth before I slap it off your face", my mom(Mira) says to me taking my bed sheets off. "Ugh I can't wait to move out so I don't have to get up early, wait why am I even suppose to woke up so damn early today?!" I asked while getting up. " You've gotta go and get your sister some graduation balloons for her surprise grad party tomorrow, and you need to get a lot of them because everyone's coming! Uncle Keith is coming from Louisiana, Aunt Jackie and her two cats, as always. Also Frank from my work is coming, you remember him right?". " The guy with the weird mustache?", I asked." Yes the guy with the weird mustache, he's really nice and he even got an early present for Susan", my mom said."Fine I'll go, only if you give me extra cash so I can buy some Powerade", I freaking love Powerade, I always drank orange and blue because they were heaven. My mom left to go get the cash from her purse, and I think she isn't really fond of what my room is like. My room is A very dark blue, kinda like an emo indigo, but I hate Indigo. My bed is a beautifully queen sized throne with 4 of those awesome squishy pillows, yes, squishy pillows. I have no posters, what's the point of them anyways? You're going to move out sooner or later. I got a nice flat screen on the top right of my room, but I think the masks on my wall freak my mom out the most, obviously.

         My masks are very unique and detailed and explain every personal flaw about me. The first is on-"Here's the money Ken, please buy about 8 balloons and get yourself one powerade, ONE!" My mom says as she barges in."Got it".

         I get up to go to my wardrobe, what should I wear? I don't really care, it's too early to care for anything really. I'll just put on these tight black jeans I got with these beautiful,black, white striped PF Flyers. I'll also wear my favorite gray hoodie, why is it my favorite? It's got the word "Nope." on it, how awesome is that?! I make my way down the hall to my living room and go to the right where my kitchen is. Some orange juice sounds spectacular right now. I get a bottle from my kitchen cabinet and fill the baby up with some OJ and cap it for the small trip. As I twist the cap on my mother is exiting the house and tells me a few reminders, "make sure to leave the balloons somewhere hidden, like your closet or something, just so your sister doesn't know the surprise". "Alright", I reply. As she heads out I follow through the door and go to my right where the market is, Food 4 Less isn't as good as Albertsons but it's way closer to me.

         I make my way out of my front lawn, passing by my front porch that is surrounded by the dying bushes we forget to water. I cross the street where the parking lot of a gas station is located. Usually I see a beat up mobile home parked in the same spot, but it wasn't there and I now realize I forgot to close the damn door! Shit! Awe, but I'm this far already, and it's almost 3 miles away (not really) I'll be quick I promise. I get to the station that stands alone with no customers around and Mr. Gillons cleaning the coffee machine. Mr. Gillons was a 67 year old man whose wife left him for working at a gas station for too long, stupid whore. I walk to the sidewalk corner of the station to push the button that let's you cross the street. No cars are in the streets, what kind of shit is that? I cross it anyway without waiting for the walking signal, while drinking the OJ, wow it's actually pretty full. Who the hell goes to the market at seven in the morning?! Crazy people out there man. Usuall, the market would be a ghost town, atleast in my area it would, I try not to let the overwhelming crowd of cars bother me and walk into the storejust to see the registers to my left are all busy with huge lines, even a lady in a yellow dress and big green glasses with three carts is trying to hurry her process up, but dang! There's a man with a suit and tie, looking like if he was about to go to work ,but made a quick stop here. Wait, it can't be a quick stop, he's got four carts filled to the top and two baskets with him! His items were even falling off! An apple juice carton fell and splattered all over the floor, but no one cared because it was too busy for the employees to even look at the mess. The register, next to the suit and tie guy, has a large overweight man with a blue coat and a balding, comb over haircut arguing with a furious short chubby woman in a shirt two sizes small for her that was black and white striped, they were fighting over who was infront of who and actually held up everyone behind them, causing a minor mob in that register lane. What the hell has gotten into people?! I try to ignore the craziness and walk to my right, leading me to the sweets and meats section. I walk down the market, shoulder bumping every human I possibly see, why is everyone here and in such a damn hurry? I go down the sections of the market and until I run into the "Graduation" part that's in the middle of the store, they usually change it when different holidays comes and such. I grab about seven or six balloons and head over to the drinks section to get me a blue and orange colored powerades, mmm! I go to the back of the almost never ending line of the "15 items or less" register. It doesn't take too long, about like 23 minutes maybe? The place gets even more crowded than when I first got here, so I get the fuck out as quickly as possible. When I exit I notice cars aren't even parked due to the lot being overfilled! Even the red curbs have cars parked, that's fucking illegal! Jeez people can't you just wait? Damn. I walk to the cross street from where I came from and push the crossing button. Holy shit! Cars are speeding by like bullets and even going past the red lights! What in the world is going on here?! I start to panic and run across the street when it looks safe enough.

         I'm almost there until a car from the street on the left turns and goes directly towards me. I jump to the left just before it reaches my leg, but I lost the grip of the bag carrying my powerades and they get destroyed with the car's impact.I yell to the driver and make my way to where he crashed on a pine tree that was a decoration for the gas station "Noooo! You fucking asshole! What the hell was that for?" I stomp my way to the driver in with a furious face that no one would fuck with, not even myself. " Hey you little shit you almo-", I turn and put my hand on the hood and bend down to look at a man with long blonde hair and hazel eyes looking at me as his head is laying on the car horn. " What the fuck", I said while looking at his crushed forehead that was oozing some kind of blue liquid. I back away with fear and run back to my house for safety. I get home in one piece and run inside the opened front door and close it. I run to my room to hide the balloons in my closet, I need to get some damn sleep. I still have an empty crushed bottle of some OJ in my back pocket, damn, I wish I had a trash can in my room. I walk out of my kingdom and see my sister down the hall turned around. "Susan?", I call out, "Why are you up so early?". She turns around, and I stand there looking at my sister who's face looks as if you used a meat grinder on the right side of her head where the temple is, and her cheek looked as if somebody repeatedly cut it with scissors until you could see the whole right side of her teeth...

Chapter 2

         "Susan? What, how, are you okay? ??" She replies with an unrealistic groaning of pain. My half faced sister starts to walk towards me with her arms up, think of Frankenstein but with blood covered mickey pajamas and a blue sweater on him. Oh god what am I saying?! I shouldn't be joking at a time like this! "Suzie, we gotta get you to a hospital quickly or you'll die!!" Susan screams and runs towards me, so I turn my ass around and run for my life, but as I turn my sister did some awesome dolphin dive to me and got a hold of my leg, tripping me to the ground. I turn my body upward and around to see Susan trying to see how good my pants taste, she is biting me! "Shit! Get the fuck off me! Are you trying to take a chunk outta me?!" I yell at her. I get my right foot that's free and kick her head as hard as I can, splitting the top right of her off her face. Luckily she didn't get bite my pants, wait I just killed my sister! "Fuck! I'm sorry Suzie!" Holy shit!! I just killed my sister! I go up to her, moving my left leg away from her hand. I crawl up to her, but she's not moving a single limp or muscle. I get lower to her chest to see if she's still breathing, instead I hear her heart beating in triplets!" What the hell? Hearts can do that?" I put my head up ,"I'm so sorry little sis! You attacked me what was I suppose to do?! Are you okay? Fuck mom is going to kill me next!"

Susan screams and grabs my chest to pull me in close. This isn't Susan. This isn't the girl I protected my whole life from all the bullies and bad boyfriends, or the girl I grew up with my entire life. I'm definitely not face to face with my sister...I'm face to face with a horrifying, blue liquid dipping monster. Her eyes were plain white with no red strings or pupils, a blank space to see only enemies. She had blue veins covering her face all around, even her neck, her arms and hands had them too, like vines on fallen tree. Her skin had a soul-less gray tone to it, The worst feature was her voice....It sounded like a bear yelling at it's prey, a bull roaring to it's target, a monster calling out to it's food. It tried eating me, why? I can't think of that right now, I need to get off. I grab it's shirt and headbutt the creature's head down to the tile, making the back of the skull crack with a splatter of more blue liquid leaking from it. I push forward to lung back on my feet and run to the living room to collect the only gun in my house, my father's handcannon. It was an enormous weapon of choice, It was a stain-less steel silver gun with a natural wood handle.I've only seen it once in the sun and the steel shines as bright as the president's flag pin. It's barrel looked like an upside down tear drop with a sharp edge at the bottom, it stretched 8 inches long with a velocity over 2,500 feet per second, a pretty fucking powerful gun. It had your standard six bullet clip with .46 colt bullets to reload it. My father was a piece of shit, but a good marksman buyer.

He has a 30 bullet box in the case so I have to make my shots count. I'll get the gun, and use a bullet that's already loaded in it! I break the red wooded case with my left elbow and grab the heavy hitter with my right hand, turning around to aim and end the nightmare that has just stood up. It looks up at me with anger, so I shall put it out of it's misery.

'click'

'click''click'

Shit.

She yells with blue shit spurring out of her mouth and runs towards me, pulling a psycho Frankenstein this time. I grab her my the shoulders and pull her to the floor on my right side and I put my whole weight on her to keep her down and I...

The wooden piece of the handcannon was slowly turning blue as my sisters skull was being pushed in by brutal force, folding her face in half and exposing all the rotten muscles. The gun kept moving up and down and up and down, and my sister was getting quieter after every contact. I heard her crying when she fell off the slide at her elementary school in the third grade. It was a sunny Tuesday and I was visiting during her recess because I had just got off of school. She was the cutest little girl from all the other kids, always smiling and laughing at every little thing. She loved to eat Kit Kat bars all the time and her face would get messy no matter how many times you told her to wipe her face.I loved her so much, and now I'm laying on top of that little girl with my head resting on the soaked tile that is coming from the leaking head who's soul has desolated it's master. Screaming, I hear screaming and crying. Nothing more or less is coming from my wretched breath. Her blue water is covering my face and dripping as I lift my head, avoiding to see any facial recognition from the monster.

I lift up and try to pull myself up, what am I supposed to do now, what do I tell mom? Mom!! I run to my kitchen to pick up the house phone that sits next to my fridge. The phone rings as I'm tapping my foot and looking around, terrified. More scared than ever, I'm never scared. That's what one of my masks on my wall is for, the one with the scorched hor-" Please leave a message, after the tone." Darn it, I gotta keep trying. Missed call after missed call, I give up by slamming the phone down and breaking it. What do I do? Come on Ken, think, think... An arm grabs my right arm's wrist and pulls me down, slamming against my tile right next to my sister's destroyed head.

I turn around on my back and it's another one of those things!! It seems that it was a police officer before it got turned into these infected creatures. He was very built and stood about 6'3 high. He grabbed the sides of my shoulders and picked me up with a large amount of strength and rose me to an eye level of a demon. "Uhhh, is there a problem officer'? I ask knowing I'm totally screwed. He roars and tosses me to the wall on the right of him, dropping my mom's favorite Elvis poster above me."Ah! Jesus!" He leaps to me, landing on me and grabbing my head and attempting to pull it upward. " Damn! Ahh! No!l" I grab his torn wrists and rip his hands off, making him fall on me, but I prevent that by pushing him on my right and climb on top. I've noticed that these things have very, very soft skin that can easily be shredded or split. "Leave me, ALONE!" I scream as I push my fist straight through the center of the officer's face, making a hole and hurting the hell out of my hand. "Impressive." I look above me to see who whispered that, it was a man in a black coat with white stitching all around. "Who the hell are you?!" I ask as he walks away in the kitchen. I get up from the corpse and make my way to the kitchen, only to see emptiness and a stove left on. Where the heck did this guy go? I need to get out of here as soon as possible! I turn quick to the front door and sprint in fear to find what is causing all this.

I make my way out of my house just to find complete madness in the neighborhood. People screaming, cars crashing, it feels like I'm in a horror movie! A police car crashed into my neighbor's tree, that's probably the one who attacked me earlier. I head back to the gas station to see if Mr.Gillons is still alive to help. Thankfully, I return to the station in one piece and encounter the old man just outside the door barricading it with the store's trash can. "Mr.G! Are you alright?!"

"Yeah one of those bastards tried to eat me alive! Bit my goddamn finger off." He shouted over the screaming and crashing of vehicles. "Jesus! We need to get to the hospital fast and I need a ride to my mom, can you get me a lift?". "Follow me kid my truck is right over here". We head over to the side with the store's mini parking space CRASH! SPLAT! I open my eyes to see myself on the floor, remembering Gillons pushing me. I look towards my feet to see a pair of legs in work slacks, and the same shoes that Mr.Gillons wears to work everyday.

Chapter 3

"Kid..." A raspy voice tells me above. I stand up, shaking in fear and turning my head slowly up to see half of a man that I grew up with on top of a gray BMW. "My left pocket, keys.." He says in agony and dropping his head on the hood. I look to the driver's seat and it's one of those pieces of shits driving it with no arms. I look down furious at the scene and quickly grab his keys out of the pocket without realizing what is really going on. I run behind the car and into the 'Big Blue', as Gillons always called it. I climb in and lock all 4 doors. What the hell am I doing, I don't even have my license! I slam my fist against the dashboard, crying. Crying seems to be the only salvation that this earth is offering to me as I burn in it's hell. I thought my dad was the worst asshole I ever thought off, now he has competition with these things. I get my drowned face of the wheel and wipe the pathetic water off my face. Let's get this over with.

The keys insert and my journey begins, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained". I take a hold of the seat belt and buckle myself in and pull out of the space and turn the wheel to make the truck go towards the nearest exit. I know these things from learning with my mom. She used to always freak out and scream when I would run yellow lights fast. Mom, I miss you so much, please help me.. I get to the the cross streets of Streten and Bloom and drive pass the red light, swerving from crashed cars and speeding vans. As I drive I see kids around nine years old, tearing apart a couple who were riding bikes to a safe haven. A little girl scoops the women's eye out to eat it like a meatball from a spaghetti bowl. The man pulling the little girl away gets trampled by a little boy who scratches his scalp off as if it were an orange getting peeled.

I turn my head, quickly forgetting what pleasures the Devil's eyes. A school bus is heading directly in front of me, so close I swerve to my right looking at the bus driver.One thing I really like about myself that I learned over the years of my boxing phase is to focus on every little detail in an emergency situation and find the foremost solution to the problem, such as this one. No one liked to spar with me because I'd always find myself around them. It's a wonderful defense system that created me. Think of it as time slowing down and me seeing the best outcome there is. As the bus swerved to my other side, the driver's neck was being torn off from his right with those things pulling it off. The monster was butt ass naked with a burnt bottom half, from his chest down you saw everything melting off from his muscles, seriously, everything. My eyes turn to the left seeing the back of Gillons' truck aiming for a kiss to the front of the bus. Shit, I can try to destroy the windshield to escape or taking the easy way out and jumping out the door, but as I do those things it'll be too late.

The bus couldn't have hit me any harder as the Big Blue rises over the bus and tumbles over it. Windows crashing and metal grinding is the last thing I heard before the truck starts to slide down the street.

Opening my eyes, I see an upside down gas station through the windowless windshield. Holy crap, how am I even alive. I don't feel any sharp pains but when I looked down I saw a blood covered wheel, and looked up to the roof and saw a large amount of blood dripping above my head. I'm hanging from my seat as the belt locks me to it. I hear them, they're screaming. Damn they know I'm in here! What should I do! I need to get out as soon as I can. Three are shouting in different tones, while I hear the groaning of the demons. I look to my bottom right for the red eject button, pushing it to give me a small pain-in-the-ass fall on the hood. No, NO! They have me!! I feel arms and hands grabbing my shirt and shoulders and dragging me across the shards of the window and out on the street! I'm losing focus now, I'm panicking! A group of them, I don't even know but it seems like a million, hoard over me to try out if I actually taste like Greek yogurt. The closest one to me had yellow broken teeth with missing craters of his skin and eyes of two moons. His half tongue sticks out as he goes in for a munch.

A boot kicks the thing's yellow teeth out. I look up only to see a blur of a person swinging an ax around, chopping and splitting the monsters heads away. At one point about four of them surrounded him from all sides, and you know what this bastard does? He pulls back the ax and throws a 360 degree spin, accurately splitting all of the creature's necks open and making there heads hang back on a small amount of skin that is still attached to the back of their necks. My vision clears up as I hear, "Get the hell up man!" I finally realize what he says and I try to jolt up, resulting in a massive dizzy trip that made me stagger a bit and holding my head as if I were trying to pull it off myself. I'm assuming he sees me struggling and comes over to put my arm around him for a better grip on myself. "Just a little bit farther, we're almost there just STAY ALIVE!", he screams as if he had already lost others before me. We start to head to the gas station called Love-Mart, but are we even going to make it? I limp like a one legged kangaroo and turn my head around to see the furious herd of hell sprinting to it's salvation.

"Steven open the door!" A man in a biker vest comes out and grabs the guy helping me out and says in disappointment, "You fucking idiot." He pulls him away from me and I stumble to my knees and look up to him telling me, "Sorry, we're not taking any customers right now." His black shoe ejects onto my forehead, pushing me back a few feet closer to the horde.

Chapter 4

My head. My goddamn head hurts. The incruciating pain is making my brain throb to the point to where it needs fresh air, out of my skull and out of the horrid memories that I've seen this past hour. I look forward into the weeping sky as it laughs at me. I look down to see huge pink letters reading "Love-Mart". I'm remembering where I'm at, the herd! I get up from the ground, trying to keep my conscious from leaking out of my ears. My legs get a grip onto the terrible earth and I put my mind in place. I turn slowly around , waiting to see if a wretched face was there waiting for me. Then....it hit me. I went into my void, just like I did back with Big Blue and the bus incident. Only one is close to me and it seems to be a male. Legs and arms still attached but he only has his index and middle finger on his left hand. Come on Ken think. This thing has a half fleshed neck, I could try pushing that weak spot to the floor, making him stagger out of my way. Time to try my theory out. As time resumed, My hand shoots to his bitten neck, only making the situation worse. I feel the inside of his chest as my hand digs into the bite, giving him the advantage of getting closer. The only thing separating us is my right hand pushing his shoulder. My head pain starts to get a hold of me. No! NO! I'm losing grip! Damn it! I can feel his breath on my face! Please!

A shot gets fired and I get a view of the horde right through the creature's forehead. I turn around to look for a gunner, instead I see a grandma with a rose and white dress holding a 9mm pistol in one hand, and a purple hand bag in the other hand, right on top of the Love-Mart! I push the beast off of me and take out my blue covered arm out of the corpse. I turn back to the lady and she brings over a ladder and throws it to the floor. I wondered why she couldn't just place it ready for me, but I dont thing old ladies are fit for carrying ladders, but then again, she has one hell of a shot! Shit, I gotta go. I run to set the ladder up as she is aiming down the sight, ready for any bastard who dares to touch me. Setting it up, shots getting fired, I start to freak out and get nervous. I finally put it in place and start climbing. "I'm out! Hurry up now!", she yells as I climb as fast as possible. Two of them, one male and one female, grab each side of the ladder and pull it apart, leaving me no choice but to jump up and reach out for the bottom side of the large L that hung above me. I get a hold of myself and put my left knee up to adjust myself on my feet, the L on Love starts to make a suspicious noise of it giving out, so I quickly look up to the old lady who has her purple purse out for me to grab onto. Again, leaving me with no choice but to jump to my aged savior. The L falls and crushes the males head and the females legs. This incredibly strong lady helps me up onto the roof with her.

"Oh my gosh, you have no idea how thankful I am for you for that! Where did you even learn to do that?!". "Son, save the questions for later and get inside!". She guides me to a square door on the floor with a mini ladder. She leads me into what looks like a janitor's closet. Opening the door, I walk right behind her, walking next to the drink station and to the front where I see multiple normal humans! There's two workers that read Tommy and Gerald, both brown short haired with slightly different styles and pink overall uniforms. They stand behind the counter and at the front I see that piece of shit Steven and the bad ass who saved me reinforcing the door with the five slot machines that the store had for gambling. There is no place in Vegas that you can't gamble here.

"Hey buddy! Glad to see you're in one piece, you think you can give us a hand here?", the hero asks. I rush to the front, almost going too fast for my throbbing headache. They have to slot machines laying down, ends touching. They're now trying to lift a third one to stack on top of the two, making a reinforced door look like a casino entrance. The horde gets to the doors and the glass immediately breaks as arms fly in to try and grab onto anything they can munch on. The two are struggling to move the third slot machine to the left, I'm assuming they're want to put a fourth one to make a metal barrier.

I turn to the left and see another slot machine, I need to help them out now! I run and squat down, bear hugging the machine and lift it with full strength and slowly walking side to side like a penguin to the doors. I slam it down side ways on top of the slot machine on the right. "How the? You're not even that big!", Steven says in shock. "I guess I'm just in the moment?". "Phew! Alright now that we're safe, how about we get to some introducing? I'm Leroy",the hero says as he puts his hand on his chest. "This is Steven, over there is Mrs. Linger, and these two are Gerald and Tommy, and you are?". "Uhhh, Ken, uhm I mean Kenrick." Jesus, I sound pathetic. " Well Kenny you showed up at the right time, and if it wasn't for Mrs. Linger over there you'd be one of them out there! Why don't you go give thanks and see if she needs anything yeah? Me and Steven here will try to find a way to make this other windows unable to be breached. Tom and Gerry, You guys go above and see if there are others still living.". "Whoa whoa, since when the hell did you become leader of the Love-Mart rebellion?" Steven assumes. "Listen I'm not leading anything, I just want all of us to live through this alright?" . "Yeah okay, if it wasn't for that old hag saving that dumbass we wouldn't be in this situation right now." Steven murmured under his breath. As everyone separated to their jobs, I looked over at Mrs. Linger who is making herself a coffee at the breakfast station. She looks as if this was just an ordinary day, no fear or sorrow into her face, just anticipation for coffee.

"Hey, how's everything? Thanks again back there." She turns up to me with a blank face,".....". I looked down in embarrassment of my idiotic question. I knew she had a million answers in the back of her head, trying to claw out of her jaw, but she just couldn't make it out. "Hey, I owe you big time so if there is anything I can do, please let me know". I walk away, considering she is going to just ignore what I told her. "Wait." She says softly as I walked two steps away. I turn quickly and go back up to her, almost excited that she talked to me, "Yeah?". "Cheryl" She says in a dying voice. "What?"

"Cheryl is the only one who is still out there and is still alive, if you can bring her to me then consider us equal". Damn, this lady sounded like a mob boss who just got his goods stolen from his cooked-eyed nephew. "Okay, that's pretty fair. Where can I find this Cheryl?". " Straight down this street, not Streten but down Blue Jewel. My house is a two story building with a pink colored structure. Please bring her alive." She turns away, immediately to the back and sits on a crate, sipping her coffee away. So now I have to go get this Cheryl girl, meaning I have to get back out there! No I cannot go alone, I could ask one of the guys here if they could help? I walk over to Leroy and Steven who are still trying to find things to cover the windows before they get broken through. " Hey guys, I need some help". Steven looks at me with a disgusted face and a red nose. " What happen? Did you talk to Mrs. Linger?". "Yeah she needs me to go get some girl named Cheryl, can I get a hand here?". "Hey that doesn't sound too bad, you out there with them eating machines! Go right ahead kid!", Steven said in a sarcastic tone, "Shit, going out there would be suicide, but if there is a survivor out there in need of help then we need to get to her, are you sure she is still alive?" Leroy asked. "All I know is her location. I have no clue if she is dude". "Alright. Steven, Kenrick and I are going out there to find that girl. Can you please not bully anyone here for the time being?". Steven looks at him with a "what the hell" kind of face. "This isn't fucking high school, Lee.". This guy has a potty mouth. "We'll go first thing in the morning, the sun is about to die out and running out there with those creeps isn't the brightest idea I've had. Let's just make sure we all get some rest". "Sounds good" I let out.

A static noise is heard from the janitors closet and of those workers yell,"Guys! Guys come up here! We got something!!" We all drop what we're doing and head up the ladder to the roof. I see Tommy and Gerald sitting on boxes next to a radio that is connect with a large antenna. We all hover over the radio, like it was an alien from out of this world, staring at every detail and waiting why we were called up here.

" This is an emergency broadcast to all residents in Las Vegas, Nevada. There is an infectious virus spreading around Ls Vegas and If you have been in contact with this deadly virus, you are considered a Zombie and will be shot on sight. For your safety, lock all doors and windows at will. Immediate evacuation will be limited and helicopter landings will occur to the following rooftops of these casinos: The MGM. The Wynn. The Mandalay Bay. The Rio, and the Circus Circus. These will be safe havens for those that have not been contacted with any Zombies." Steven interrupts with his irritating voice, "Zombie? What the hell is a Zombie?" "Shhh!!", Mrs. Linger says to shut him up, he gives that one face again." These Zombies will try their best to hurt you and your loved ones. If you get infected, seek shelter immediately, for this virus will begin it's process very quickly. This is Lucia Robertson speaking, if there are any out there, please contact this station. Be watchful and remember, Stay away from any Zombie.

A confused conscious is bleeding through my eyes as I stare blankly into the speaker, "They have a name?", I say with a raspy voice that wants to break down.....Zombies?

Chapter 5

The sun starts to blush a bright orange on our faces as we get informed of what, or whom we are dealing with. This is it, it finally hit me how screwed I am, how screwed it is going to get from here on out. I know things won't be the same, I know I won't either, "Shut it off, you're going to attract those things" Steven demanded. "They're called zombies", Gerald spoke as if he finally stood up for himself in years. "Whatever the hell they are!" Steven then shut it off himself. "Alright, alright let's just all find a spot in the store where we can get rest okay?" Leroy begged. Everyone just gave quick glances to each other and did not argue with the man. They all wanted to escape already, and its only been hours of this crap. Oh god.....Susan... I'm sorry I did that to you, I love you so much, no I really do, what was I supposed to do?! Ugh I need to find mom quick. Hell gets powered over by the devil's shadow as I lay my head down on a couple of some mop heads. I chose to sleep on the roof, seeing as if those things get in they won't get me in my sleep, but i didn't realize why no one chose on top with me, up until I shut my eyes. It sounds as if they're were millions of them, screaming and almost laughing of pain, gurgling in their own blue pools, you can even hear them eating themselves to death. Wait, aren't they dead already?

I take one last breathe only to find myself already seeing sunlight through my eyelids. I brace myself for the harmful morning rays of the sun and squint to a cloudy morning, the weather is catching up with us. I hear clustering object and stepping downstairs, I assume it was still morning cause I am freezing. I make my way up with a small grunt and clean myself off of the roof's gunk. I climb down the ladder, quietly to see if the store was overran yet. I see Gerald and Tommy sleeping side by side behind the counter. Mrs. Linger was by the coffee stand, sitting on the counter like a kid with a beat up newspaper. Leroy had a fire axe in one hand and a fire extinguisher in the other, looked like a fireman who got fired but still wants to become one. Lame joke Kenrick." Here, you use this", he hands me the ax."What? You're like Babe Ruth with this thing, why don't you use it?", He whips back at me, "Cause I've seen your strangth kid, you're strong, stronger than you look." I have seen my strength to be unusual from birth but it never really bothered me to use it in any sport or in my advantage. "We need to go now, hopefully those things sleep so the morning will be on our side." He makes a hand gesture to make me follow him to the ladder. I reach up to the top to see him glazing afar. " How's it look?" I ask as i take my first step off the ladder and onto the roof. "Clean, they seem to have disbanded us during nightfall". He makes his way up to the front of the store and jumps down carefully. Alright Kenrick, we're going back out there. Let's find this little girl and get this shit over with. I miss mom.