Empty Shells
Chapter 2
I’m just a kid, my parents tell me. No. I am not a kid. I am 18 years old but seem like a kid because of the way my parents treat me. Like Rubbish. Shit. Luggage. Worthless Pile of Crap. I don’t want to feel that at this very moment. I wasn’t sure if I should be happy that my parents are probably dead or sad because they aren’t going to come home and beat me to a pulp. I decided to stay mutual.
I shivered knowing that they are patrolling the streets at this very minute, their groaning and feet shuffling sends goosebumps all over my body. I slowly crawled over to the window, my blanket wrapped around my body like a cocoon. I felt safe this way. I peered over the window sill and watched the lifeless bodies walk into walls, eat off each other’s bodies, groan some more and fall to the ground but come right back up.
How was I going to get out of this place? I can’t stay here forever. I have to go out in the day time. I need to get ready to run in the morning. I heard the screech of a cat from inside and watched the dead instantly walk over to the sound. I get this feeling that they respond to sound. Maybe they can’t see, hear, and smell maybe even touch? I felt like throwing up as I watched the dead tear the poor cat apart and left the lifeless body twitching on the floor, blood and organs laid sprawled everywhere. I had a feeling this one won’t be coming back.
How did this even happen? Why are there ‘dead’ people walking on my street, eating the things that move, taking away the things I love, my freedom. I was planning to run away on my birthday that was two days from here. Two days and I was prepared to grab the freedom I had left and run with it. I couldn’t stand to think about staying here any longer, my stomach flipped once I thought about the sick things my parents do. Why do I even call them my parents? Are they even my biological parents? Or something worse. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was a kidnapped baby, taken away from her biological parent’s true love for her only to be put into a house that is now surrounded by the dead.
I had to get out of here but how? I slowly crawled away from the window and made my way towards the door, careful not to make a sound and they somehow hear me, if they possibly could. I opened the door and crawled out. I think I am going to move around in a crawled position, that way I won’t be putting too much weight on the old floor boards. I crept into my parent’s room, I have never been in there before. I used to try and sneak in when I was younger but I ended up getting beat up. One time I had to fix my shoelaces outside of their door, dad came flying out and accused me of trying to peek underneath the door and hit me so hard.
He used to call me the worst things possible that saying it now would be a sin. I felt a tear trickle slowly down my cheek and quickly wiped it away and slowly opened my parent’s door. I felt like I was doing a crime but that doesn’t work. I gasped. Something isn’t right here. There were tables filled with metal objects and little gadget looking things. I crawled into the room and shut the door behind me, slowly feeling the strength reach my legs I stood up and observed the room.
A small bed right in the corner of the room, tables and computers with metal objects filled room with scattered objects everywhere on the floor. I walked towards one of the tables and gently picked up the metal object. I realised what the shape of it was. A gun. So this is whatthey look like up close.
My first thought instantly was so this is what my dad has been doing his whole life, that’s why he doesn’t want me seeing it. Second thought was something I was surprised about. You could use this to escape this prison Ari. You could gain your freedom with these things. I clenched the gun in my hand; there were probably at least 10 different types of guns. I placed the gun down; it looked like a rifle type and quickly tried out the weight of every other gun. They were surprisingly very light weighted, must be new illegal designer ones that dad has been creating especially with the amount of equipment everywhere.
I decided to use these it was my only chance to get out of this hell hole. I grabbed them one by one and put them outside of the door and went back in to look for the supplies and ammo for the guns. I’m still surprised at how much I know so far about guns, maybe there is more information on how to use them on this blue print looking things on the table. I looked at the sheets and skimmed over each and every one of them which took at least 4 hours…
My eyes were acting up and constantly tried to close but I forced them to stay awake and open. It was around in estimation 03:23:55, well that’s what the really high tech looking clock says on the desk. I started feeling hungry and dashed downstairs and opened the cupboard, all this food was absolutely, like luxury to me. I was never allowed to open it and eat food from it. When I went to school I was only allowed a muesli bar and an apple. That’s it.
Water was retrieved from the school bubblers and when I was sick I wasn’t allowed to stay at home or have any medication, I had to make myself get better soon by sleeping at recess and lunch in the library.I grabbed a jar full of little biscuits and stuffed my mouth with them. Wait. I need to be wary about how much food I am going to eat. Who knows how long I am going to be stuck here.
I slowed down on eating the biscuits and placed them back in the pantry before sprinting back upstairs and continued reading the thick books and notes dad left. A thought came to my head. Has anyone even called the police yet? Are there people still alive hiding away in their house? Are there only the walking dead on this street or has it spread out into every area of the United States?! I started panicking. I have to do something. But what could I do? What can a small, weak and frail person like me be able to ‘beat’ these disgusting, rotting bodies that walk around on the streets.
I decided to avoid having any lights on in the whole house except for a single candle stick that I found in the pantry. I searched for a lighter, I needed it. I spotted at least 3 and grabbed them. I need to make supplies. I have to get out of this place; I ain’t staying here and anticipating death. I’m going to make it out of this. Alive. This time I need to be prepared. But I need to learn more about the dead.
I was running quietly around the house, grabbing a large but light, black back pack from the study, candles, torches and lighters, ammo and supplies for the guns and whatever was there, easy to pack and fulfilling food and bottles of water, blankets and a few spare clothes from mum’s wardrobe, definitely a first aid kit…and a knife. A sharp knife with ragged cuts on the blade. I lightly dragged the knife over my finger, a blob of blood appeared and it instantly proved to me that it was sharp enough to cut through more than just the surface of my finger.
I needed what I needed. I don’t have time to brush my teeth and do all that. I don’t even have proper hygiene products. I am in a fucking zombie apocalypse.
I shivered knowing that they are patrolling the streets at this very minute, their groaning and feet shuffling sends goosebumps all over my body. I slowly crawled over to the window, my blanket wrapped around my body like a cocoon. I felt safe this way. I peered over the window sill and watched the lifeless bodies walk into walls, eat off each other’s bodies, groan some more and fall to the ground but come right back up.
How was I going to get out of this place? I can’t stay here forever. I have to go out in the day time. I need to get ready to run in the morning. I heard the screech of a cat from inside and watched the dead instantly walk over to the sound. I get this feeling that they respond to sound. Maybe they can’t see, hear, and smell maybe even touch? I felt like throwing up as I watched the dead tear the poor cat apart and left the lifeless body twitching on the floor, blood and organs laid sprawled everywhere. I had a feeling this one won’t be coming back.
How did this even happen? Why are there ‘dead’ people walking on my street, eating the things that move, taking away the things I love, my freedom. I was planning to run away on my birthday that was two days from here. Two days and I was prepared to grab the freedom I had left and run with it. I couldn’t stand to think about staying here any longer, my stomach flipped once I thought about the sick things my parents do. Why do I even call them my parents? Are they even my biological parents? Or something worse. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was a kidnapped baby, taken away from her biological parent’s true love for her only to be put into a house that is now surrounded by the dead.
I had to get out of here but how? I slowly crawled away from the window and made my way towards the door, careful not to make a sound and they somehow hear me, if they possibly could. I opened the door and crawled out. I think I am going to move around in a crawled position, that way I won’t be putting too much weight on the old floor boards. I crept into my parent’s room, I have never been in there before. I used to try and sneak in when I was younger but I ended up getting beat up. One time I had to fix my shoelaces outside of their door, dad came flying out and accused me of trying to peek underneath the door and hit me so hard.
He used to call me the worst things possible that saying it now would be a sin. I felt a tear trickle slowly down my cheek and quickly wiped it away and slowly opened my parent’s door. I felt like I was doing a crime but that doesn’t work. I gasped. Something isn’t right here. There were tables filled with metal objects and little gadget looking things. I crawled into the room and shut the door behind me, slowly feeling the strength reach my legs I stood up and observed the room.
A small bed right in the corner of the room, tables and computers with metal objects filled room with scattered objects everywhere on the floor. I walked towards one of the tables and gently picked up the metal object. I realised what the shape of it was. A gun. So this is whatthey look like up close.
My first thought instantly was so this is what my dad has been doing his whole life, that’s why he doesn’t want me seeing it. Second thought was something I was surprised about. You could use this to escape this prison Ari. You could gain your freedom with these things. I clenched the gun in my hand; there were probably at least 10 different types of guns. I placed the gun down; it looked like a rifle type and quickly tried out the weight of every other gun. They were surprisingly very light weighted, must be new illegal designer ones that dad has been creating especially with the amount of equipment everywhere.
I decided to use these it was my only chance to get out of this hell hole. I grabbed them one by one and put them outside of the door and went back in to look for the supplies and ammo for the guns. I’m still surprised at how much I know so far about guns, maybe there is more information on how to use them on this blue print looking things on the table. I looked at the sheets and skimmed over each and every one of them which took at least 4 hours…
My eyes were acting up and constantly tried to close but I forced them to stay awake and open. It was around in estimation 03:23:55, well that’s what the really high tech looking clock says on the desk. I started feeling hungry and dashed downstairs and opened the cupboard, all this food was absolutely, like luxury to me. I was never allowed to open it and eat food from it. When I went to school I was only allowed a muesli bar and an apple. That’s it.
Water was retrieved from the school bubblers and when I was sick I wasn’t allowed to stay at home or have any medication, I had to make myself get better soon by sleeping at recess and lunch in the library.I grabbed a jar full of little biscuits and stuffed my mouth with them. Wait. I need to be wary about how much food I am going to eat. Who knows how long I am going to be stuck here.
I slowed down on eating the biscuits and placed them back in the pantry before sprinting back upstairs and continued reading the thick books and notes dad left. A thought came to my head. Has anyone even called the police yet? Are there people still alive hiding away in their house? Are there only the walking dead on this street or has it spread out into every area of the United States?! I started panicking. I have to do something. But what could I do? What can a small, weak and frail person like me be able to ‘beat’ these disgusting, rotting bodies that walk around on the streets.
I decided to avoid having any lights on in the whole house except for a single candle stick that I found in the pantry. I searched for a lighter, I needed it. I spotted at least 3 and grabbed them. I need to make supplies. I have to get out of this place; I ain’t staying here and anticipating death. I’m going to make it out of this. Alive. This time I need to be prepared. But I need to learn more about the dead.
I was running quietly around the house, grabbing a large but light, black back pack from the study, candles, torches and lighters, ammo and supplies for the guns and whatever was there, easy to pack and fulfilling food and bottles of water, blankets and a few spare clothes from mum’s wardrobe, definitely a first aid kit…and a knife. A sharp knife with ragged cuts on the blade. I lightly dragged the knife over my finger, a blob of blood appeared and it instantly proved to me that it was sharp enough to cut through more than just the surface of my finger.
I needed what I needed. I don’t have time to brush my teeth and do all that. I don’t even have proper hygiene products. I am in a fucking zombie apocalypse.
Notes
HiiiiWell I haven't updated in a long timeee (I think...) on pretty much all of my stories and it's holidays for me atm! Going to One Direction fucking concert and I'm going to be breathing the same air as them ERMEHGERDDDDDDD!!!! *hyperventilates*
Calm down... and breath.
Sooo I haven't been writing a heap load cos I haven't been feeling well and I don't even have any internet sooo I have to walk to the nearest library just to post up chapters for YOU guys! Yes YOU!!!! The one reading this right now!!!!
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Aloraaa Xxx
Omg Theo!!!! Whats wrong with you? Why are you pointing your gun at you uncle? Please update!
3/16/14