A/N: I'm ALLIIVVEE!!! Kinda. Midterms kicked my ass. I'm happy they are almost over with. Another weekend I'm going to be one. But again, hopefully sometime next week I get the next chapter out. Oh, and I hope you're liking this!! We are still nowhere near done! :D And remember to rate and comment. PLLEAASEE give me any feedback you have, I love it all! Thanks!
Tears.
Pain.
Suffering.
Relief.
Regret.
It all swirled in my mind as I drove back home. So much has happened these past 2 hours. So many dead. So many missing. Loved ones lost, forever.
My evidence laid still in the backseat, I couldn’t bare to leave my evidence back there. I would never forgive myself. But I planned on doing something right with her, not nothing.
Physically I was numb, yet I felt the heat of my tears falling down my cheeks. It was hard to see, the tears filled my eyes and everything was just a watery distortion. Thank God it was a quick drive home.
Wait, thank, GOD? Why the fuck would I do that? Look what’s just happened, who I’ve lost around me, and I’m thanking God? What the hell is wrong with me?
I got home, and saw a few zombies lingering outside the front door. I closed the doors to my car and locked the doors, promptly causing a beep from the car.
Shit.
They were aware of me. And slowly walked over towards me. Well since they know, might as well go crazy.
I fired the gun I had like crazy.
Miss. Miss. Hit in shoulder. Miss. HEADSHOT.
Ok, that’s one. Dammit still two more, and four bullets left.
I tried to calm myself down, and closed my left eye as I took aim at one head.
BOOM.
Headshot.
Fuck yeah.
I then did the same for the next, and succeeded in copying my first attempt. Two bullets left.
I ran inside, only to hear the death screams of a woman.
“MOOOMMMMM” I yelled.
“MATT!!! OHH MMYY GOODDD HEELLPP MEEE.” She yelled back, almost like she was being tortured. Not what I wanted to hear. I quickly ran inside and found a single zombie scratching at the office door. It had a giant hole in the middle of it. Fuck.
I got out the knife and stabbed the zombie in the back of the head. It was stuck on the knife, out of frustration I ripped it out with all of my might, and made quite a mess.
I turned my attention to the room, and ran in.
I felt like my heart fell into my stomach, I couldn’t believe it.
My dad, my best friend, was eating my mom at her stomach.
No.
No.
No.
Oh my god.
“DAD NOOO” I yelled.
It stopped eating my mom, who looked just about dead. It got up and turned towards me. It stumbled over, arm extended towards me. It, I mean my dad, wanted to eat me.
The hot tears fell, and I couldn’t look at what has happened to my family. They are all gone. My sister got bit. My dad is already a zombie. And he ate my mom. Not to mention my dogs are missing. My whole family has been destroyed.
“Dad, I’m sorry.” I said, raising my gun towards his head. He growled, blood and flesh dripping from his mouth. His white eyes full of primitive thought, if that. “I love you.”
*BOOM*
*Thump*
I ran to my mom and got down to her on the ground.
“Oh my god mom, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here in time. I’m-“
She cut me off. “It’s ok, Matt, you still tried. Where’s Lina? Where’s my baby girl?”
I paused. I couldn’t tell my mom her little daughter is dead as well.
“She’s in my car. She’s waitng on me to get you guys. She’s safe” I calmly told her.
“Oh, good. Take care of her Matt. Please. Don’t let anything happen to her, please.” My mom pleaded to me.
“Of course, mom. I won’t let anything happen to her. I promise.” I smiled, yet the tears kept falling. I didn’t want to look down towards the mess my father made on her.
“I love…..you….Ma-“ She couldn’t finish.
Why.
Why does this need to happen to me? Why god?
I walked out of the room, I had to to what was right. I walked out to my garage, and a shovel.
And I dug. I dug for hours. Four, deep, long holes in the front yard. The entire time, I just cried, and felt numb. Though my muscles ached, i felt nothing. My heart ached, yet I was apathetic.
Once finished with the holes, I wrapped the final two bodies in sheets. I took them to their final resting places, and placed them in their peaceful haven.
It was time to join them. There was no point, really.
The love of my life,
My little sister,
My father,
My mother,
All gone.
I have nothing left to live for. So why bother struggling to survive? I should just join them all. It would just help me skip all this crazy survival crap. It would, wouldn’t it?
I got out my gun. One bullet left. It was meant to be. I was meant to do this. God does have a plan, huh?
I closed my eyes. I felt the cold metal of the gun against the temple of my head. I took a deep breathe. I looked up one last time.
“Forgive me, Father.”
I closed my eyes, and took one last breathe.
.
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*RING RING*
“MIG YOU’RE ALIVE!? WHERE ARE YOU!?”
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“And the rest is kind of history. We met up, found the others you see before you. And found supplies like we showed you the other day. And here we are.” I finished telling the story. The story of my past. I didn’t even realize I was on the ground, just sitting there. Everyone all around me, Xoch giving me a loving embrace.
“And, that, is why I may seem a little, harsh or different at times. I don’t want to go through that again. I don’t want to lose others. I don’t want to feel like I need to kill myself. I don’t want any of you to fall to the same fate my family fell to. I love you all, and I don’t want to lose all I love all over again. It would just be too much for my heart to handle.” I confessed.
“Ah’m sorry pardner. I can’t even imagine bein’ without Big Mac or Granny Smith.” AJ tried to comfort me.
“I still can’t believe you went through it all and still seem, well, not insane.” Twi thought.
“Ha, I ask myself that everyday Twilight. If you ever think of something let me know.” I joked, trying to lighten the mood in any way.
Then, idea.
“Well, Rainbow..” I got her attention. She seemed, well, depressed. I think my story got to her, as her eyes were puffy and red.
“*sniff*… yeah?” She asked, all hoarse.
“Be honest, you think I’m no fun still?” I asked, straight faced.
“Uhm, I mean you seem cool. But, I mean, yeah. You just, kinda, um, you know, just do.” She fumbled. She’s too damn cute when she’s confused.
“So that means a no, got it.” I said confidently.
“NO! I mean, um” she tried to retort, but failed.
“No, RD, it’s ok. You don’t think I can have fun. Well, with my mood tanked like this, I think I need some fun.” I said, beginning to smirk.
Pinkie’s ears perked up.
“OHHH MAYBE WE CAN HAVE A PARTY. PARTIES ARE ALWAYS FUN I LOVE PARTIES!!! LET’S HAVE A PARTY RIGHT NOW!!” She yelled, throwing confetti everywhere.
Where did she….
Nevermind. Pinkie Pie, Matt, Pinkie Pie.
I chuckled.
“Yeah, Pinkie, a party. But not a party you’re used to or know of.” I said, smiling at Beans and Pancho.
“Ohhh boy, Matt, I like you’re thinking.” Beans said smiling back.
“Wait, what are you thinking!?!” Pancho asked, confused.
“How bout one of our party packages?” I ask, unable to contain my smile.
“OOOHHH, Matt I love you.” Pancho laughed and was all giddy. “Which one?”
“Party Package U” I said swiftly.
“OOHHH shit, Matt you sure? With these girls? I mean, I’m all for a good time, trust me I love this package. But, with them?”
Beans asked, to make sure it was ok.
“Oh yeah, now get the bin.” I told em.
They got up and got the bin.
“Girls, we will show you what we do for fun. And Dash, I will show you fun.” I said smiling.
Beans and Pancho returned with the bin. And popped the lid off.
Two 32-racks of Budweiser. 4 64-oz bottles of Jack Daniels whiskey. A pound of weed.
And a Nintendo-64 with Mario Party.
“Let’s do this.”