Brie felt her hands begin to shake with fright as wet blood was painted wherever Mr Anderson touched. His fingers slid along the glass, clawing, trying to get to her. He was infected. He was gone.
"Adam!" She cried, not being able to wait any longer. He came rushing up the stairs, his face red from standing up too quickly. His hair stuck up in different directions and he had marks from his pillow.
The banging stopped for a moment, followed by a dry heave. Brie watched as Mr Anderson's silhouette hovered by the window, bending over and vomiting violently on their porch.
After a long second of watching him, she realized he was just like the others. He was insane, thirsty for blood. He may be a feeble man, but if this virus got anywhere near them it would be game over.
He stood, staggering towards the window that led to their living room. He stepped back, and then Brie gasped as she saw him lunge forward.
"Get back in the basement!" She yelled, pushing Melissa forward and watching as Mr Anderson dived into the window with all his might.
He tumbled messily. A loud smash pierced their eyes and they instinctively flinched as glass flew in all directions. Brie winced harder as she heard a door slam. The basement?
Adam seemed frozen, staring at the limp body on the floor. They watched as it twitched and Mr Anderson rose back to life, lifting his floppy head up to inspect his prey once more.
"Come to the basement," Brie begged, "this is getting too dangerous." She grabbed onto Adam's arm, tugging, hoping he'd listen. He whipped his hair out of his eyes and took a look back at the mess created.
"Why is my neighbour flying through the window?" He yelled, moving to storm forward and confront Mr Anderson.
"Are you stupid? He has the virus. Get away from him!" Brie turned and pushed onto the door handle to the basement. The door didn't budge.
"Melissa, honey? Why is the door locked?" Adam's voice slightly raised in panic and he spotted what was going on.
"I'm scared!" Her muffled voice wobbled from the other side of the door. "I don't want the man to get me."
"Melissa, the scary man is going to get me too. We can hide together." Adam tried the door handle again, looking at Brie with wide eyes.
As Brie glanced back, she realized Mr Anderson had stood up and was hobbling towards them, leaving puddles of blood behind him.
"How is he alive and standing after losing so much blood?!" She felt herself choking out a terrified sob, glancing around the floor for an object of any sort. She picked up a huge shard of glass and passed it to Adam.
Adam lunged forward as the old man reached out to grab her. The glass punctured him in the chest once again and he seemed to lose his balance.
"Melissa, I thought we were going to stick together?" Brie thought sounding confident would be helpful, but her sobs began to hiccup with urgency.
She turned around and watched as Mr Anderson pulled himself to his feet and growled impatiently. His eyes weren't moving, nor were his facial features. It was like any aspect of the man before was gone. This wasn't Mr Anderson. It was a monster.
As he closed in, Brie felt her body almost fall weak with relief as she heard the lock sliding and the door swung open. They rushed in and slammed the door behind them, locking it once again.
Adam pushed his back against the door. They could hear Mr Anderson clawing his nails into the weak wood, scraping the surface yet no noises of pain were made. He was so dehumanized Brie doubted he had a single thought left.
She glanced at Melissa, feeling a rage build up. "Melissa, that wa dangerous."
Melissa's head dropped in shame. "I didn't know what to do." She sniffed.
Brie sighed and gave her a quick pat on the head. "It's fine, but don't do that again. We could've gotten very hurt."
Another bang came from the door. They sat stiller than statues. Nobody dared to move while the monster stood there, listening for a sign of life. Silence lingered for a minute or so before his heavy footsteps began to fade away.
"He's gone..." Adam muttered, sweat dripping from his face. He took off his shirt and fanned himself with his hands.
"Good riddance." Brie let out a big breath of exhaustion and sighed as her stomach growled in response.
"We forgot the food." Brie suddenly realized, glancing back at the basement door, debating the friendliness of the silence.
"No, Brie. Don't even think about it." Adam warned, seeing the look in her eyes. A want for validation. A need to be useful.
"I want to help. All I've done so far is cause a mess."
Adam glared at her in disbelief. "At least give it a few hours. That thing is still up there." He squinted and turned around, distracted.
Brie noticed the basement was getting heated. She glanced around to find some sort of vent, but to no avail. The air was thick with moisture and the heat was beginning to burn her nostrils. She felt at the walls. They were damp and the wallpaper would most likely start to peel soon. Usually, the door to the basement was always open, with people going in and out all day. Adam worked as a photographer. He used the basement to take portraits. It was clever, but not once had they thought it would get this hot.
"We need fresh air soon too. I think we have to leave and find somewhere else to stay. We'll run out of supplies." Brie pondered out loud.
"We can do that." Adam checked his phone. "It's 9 AM at the moment. Let's leave at noon on the dot.
Brie slowly peeked her head around the battered basement door. It had been silent for a few hours now, so they assumed they were alone. Hopefully.She creeped out, cringing as the glass on the floor crunched under her feet loudly. She was thankful for her boots. They shielded her perfectly and kept her sprained ankle in good shape. Her limp had almost disappeared, leaving her with a slight sting whenever she bent it awkwardly.Adam followed behind her, hoisting Melissa up onto his back since she didn't sleep as much."Where are we going?" She asked innocently. "Will we be looking for my family?"Brie paused for a second. "We'll keep an eye out for them, but our priority is food. You don't want to be hungry, right?" She smiled and unhooked the lock from their front door.At first glance, the street looked oddly normal. Birds were chirping loudly, there was a slight breeze. It was
Brie tiptoed carefully down the aisle. The stranger seemed confused, swinging his head around like a cat who'd stuck its head into a plastic bag. His long hair was getting trapped in things, restricting him slightly."I'll find you! You did this to me." He growled, seething with rage, clawing himself along the shelves. Brie felt at her back pocket, grabbing the knife instinctively. She backed away simultaneously.Studying his face, she grimaced as his eyes oozed with blood and strange black gunk. His skin had shriveled as if he had died years ago.Brie didn't want to fight this guy.She turned and tried to creep away into a different lane. She needed to distance herself before she made her retreat.She zigzagged strategically then managed to find the glass doors that led to freedom. She squinted as the sun hit her face. The clouds had finally parted."Are you
Brie pulled Adam to his feet. He swept Melissa off the floor, her golf club slipping and clunking on the floor loudly.The man lunged at the noise, missing greatly as the group broke into a run towards the storage room. However far it was didn't matter as Adam led the way, trying each door he found in hopes it was unlocked.Finally, they came across an unlocked door with lights blaring from inside. Adam burst into it desperately and slammed the door behind him. Brie fumbled for the lock and glanced around the room urgently, scanning for a chair or heavy object.Her brother gripped onto a table on the other side of the room, tilting his head to motion Brie to help him. Together, they pushed it into the door just in time, scraping it across the floor as a loud slam came from the other side of the door.As Brie had a second to focus, she looked around the room to realize it was the surveillance room. Wi
Brie sat with wide eyes.No way.No way was this real.On the computer screen, flashed four big words."THE WORLD IS ENDING."She scrolled through twitter, seeing tweets on how to stay alive. Apparently, it was a virus only caught if the body fluids of a carrier entered your body. Brie glanced at Adam, thinking about his wound. What about Melissa?"Okay... Focus." She patted the desk and continued to read. Hopefully, there'd be something helpful, something to keep them alive. She spotted a specific article a stranger had made a few hours ago.'Everything you need to know to survive the walkers.'Brie frowned. "Walkers?" She shrugged and kept reading.'1. Walkers are attracted to noise, movement, and smell. If their body isn't damaged enough, they will have enhanced senses. Avoid contact at all tim
As Brie searched the shop for her items, she took note of a lonely basket gathering dust on the floor. She took it off the floor, grasping it lightly and swinging it as she walked. She picked at items, humming a quiet tune to herself to fill in the cold atmosphere. The silence surprised her, but she was grateful to finally be able to think without interruption. It was calm.She spotted a pack of needles, swiping them from their home. "I'll need you." She dropped them into the basket, returning to humming innocently. It felt like she was shopping for groceries again, choosing what they were going to eat for dinner or getting snacks for a movie night. Except it wasn't going to be like that again.They were shopping for survival.Brie found herself at the entrance of the store. She glanced outside of the glass doors to find it was once again deserted, just like when they first arrived. She thought back to the blind walker,
Days passed, however, nothing too interesting seemed to occur. The world had fallen silent. The internet, which was once buzzing with information and panic, had also died. Without communication, the group seemed lost. They were getting weaker as their rations grew slim.Brie sat in the office chair of their new hideout. She spun around slowly, deep in thought. Soon enough, the power in this place would run short and they'd be engulfed in darkness, but how long did they have? Brie wanted to leave. She longed to find a group surrounded by protection. That usually happened in the movies."Adam?" She pressed a foot to the ground and halted her spinning briefly. He turned his head from where he was sat, carving into the floor with a pocket knife. Below his hand, he'd drawn tally marks of the days that had passed. He finished his line, cutting through and marking a 'seven'."Drama queen." Brie teased as he stood and pouted.
They slowly approached the station with caution, eyes glued to the building to spot any movement. Adam held a hand across his stomach with discomfort, wincing as he positioned himself awkwardly."I don't think we should approach them," Brie slowed to a stop and dragged her eyes away from the windows. "What if it's dangerous?" She insisted, seeing that Adam hadn't stopped."Either way, we're screwed if we don't find help." Adam huffed and limped forward. He paused as he watched a shadow move past the window. With a glance, it seemed to be a grown man pacing back and forth.Adam stormed forward, holding a knife down at his waist, ready to strike if anything jumped out. He reached the door, tapping on it three times with his knuckle."Hello? We're survivors looking for help." He called out, not too loud but enough to be heard. A rustle came from the inside, then Adam got impatient and tried the door han