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// Father and Son United. 
// Story: Out of All The Worlds... 
// by gordobraveheart 
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Father and Son United.
Detroit, Michigan.
8 days until Halloween.
2:25 P.M.



He's alive. Here I am, standing outside my fathers door, hugging him. I had no words, I only hugged him tighter as the memories we had came rushing inside my head all at once. I had tears in my eyes as he hugged me tighter and inhaled.

"I missed you pa," I said to him as we release the hug. "I...I haven't seen you in a month, pa. I'm so, so sorry I didn't come earlier." 

"Shhh..." My dad said as he pats me on the back. "It's OK Gio, it's OK. Come." He ushers me into his apartment room, leaving me standing in the door way as he walks to the limp body on the ground. The knife he used to stab the thug through the temple, it was a machete. Though, this machetes' metal sides were burnt, and the handle was wrapped in some black tape. By my guess, he made it in his second job. They made car parts using really hot metal, making it easy and gooy enough to mold the liquid into anything you want. He pulls out the machete, making the blood squirt out from the deep gash. With the machete in his left hand, he picks up the gun from the dead mans' grasp and places it in his pocket. I caught a small glimpse of the gun, and all I saw was a skinny, long barrel, most likely a revolver. 

Then he picks up my homemade weapon, the SwitchAxe Cleaver, raising a brow. "You made this?" He asks. I nod, and he does the not bad face. "Good job. Now come on, lets go inside."

Now fully entering the room, I notice that his electricity is out, and he only had candles on the floor in each corner, lighting up the whole living room and center room. It makes me stop and wonder if any other houses in the state of Michigan had electricity, none, or only a limited amount. I hear the door close and see my dad placing his machete in a brown, leather sash. He puts my S.A.C on his couch. I looked at him, noticing that all he was wearing is a black, long-sleeved sweater, torn blue denim jeans and the original, black Chuck Taylors. He had short curly hair, unlike my bush of a hairstyle, and had a five o'clock shadow. He smiled at me, wrapping me into another hug. "You hungry?"

"Yea, a little bit." I said. My stomach growled in response as my dad chuckled. 

'Remember, you have to bring food to the ponies and Nino.' My brain told me. 'You can't just leave them there to starve.'

'I know, I know." I respond. 'But how am I suppose to tell him? You expect for him to just hand over all of the food I need, wave good bye to him and expect everything will be OK?'

'....Yea pretty much.'

My dad starts walking towards the kitchen as I follow behind him. Entering the kitchen, I let my eyes wonder around while my dad walks over to the fridge. The floors, counter, sink, fridge, and the cupboards, were a dirty but not to dirty white, while the table and chairs were a light brown. I walk over to the cupboards and opened them, embracing me with four cereal boxes and a few cups.  

"Frosted Flakes, Coco Pebbles, Fruity Loops and Reecess Puffs, with dat Peanut Butta Chocolate Flavor. Is this all you have, pa?" I asked, worried that there would not be enough for him, Nino, the ponies and I. I turned around to the fridge, mouth gaping as I see my father opening the fridge door. 

There was still some electricity in his house, but it looked like only the fridge and maybe other rooms have power. The fridge was stocked with two gallons of milk, four juice cartons, bread and vegetables, cheese, eggs, whipped crim, and-

"Do you wants some chicken fillet, Gio?" My dad asked. I stared him, shocked. How the hell did he get so mutch food during a zombie apocalypse?! I approached the fridge and grasped the cooked chicken in my hand. 

"Pa, how and where did you get all of this food?!" 

He pondered for a minute. "I took my little car to Wall-Mart when there was barely any zombies. I wasn't the only one there, a lot of people soon came and started fighting for food, water, electronics and other things." He took the cooked chicken from me and placed it in the microwave for two minutes. 

"Oh. Okay." I said, grabbing a chair and sitting down. He grabbed a chair too and sat across from me. "So...Who was that guy that tried to kill me?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, Gio. He came into my home, trying to rob me with this gun." He pulled out the revolver, showing it to me. "But he didn't have that many bullets...Only fired one and he missed, so I took the machete I hid behind my back and swung it at him. It only slashed his side, but the cut bled enough that he ran out the room." He put the gun back in his pocket. "So, did you come by your self or did you your ma and sisters and brother followed?"

He...He didn't know? But, but how can he not no, didn't the SWAT team come for him? "Pa...The government took them somewhere safe...I've been living by myself for a month."

My dads face use to have an understanding look, but then it quickly changed into one of sadness. "But...Didn't you go?" He asked with a slight crack in his voice. I shook my head. "My daughters. My son, their mother...There gone."

His eyes got red as soon as the impact of not being able to see them hit him. He used his hands to whipe away any tears that began to form in his eyes. He sighed deeply, got up from his chair and hugged me. I hugged him back, feeling the same pain he was. The microwave rang, and he let go and placed the plate of chicken fillet in front of me. 

"As long as we have each other, Gio, nothing will separate us. Nothing." He said smiling. I smiled back and began to eat my food as he sat back down. 

'The ponies, remember? Just say their humans, that'll help.' I sighed and swallowed the chunk of meat I was eating.

"Pa?"

"Yes?"

I hesitated, but continued. "At the house, I have six people I took in. I...We need some food, Pa. Do you think you can help?" I waited patiently for my dads response as he stared at his hands.

"...N-"

*CRASH*

"RAAAUUGGGHH!!!"


I turned around cursing under my breath. Four zombies tore down the door, trudging inside the living room. My dad all ready sprang into action, pulling out the machete and handing me the gun. "USE THE WOODEN HANDLE! BREAK THEIR SKULLS!" He shouted. Before I could respond, he ran up to one zombie and hacked the large blade into it's skull. He kicked one other and sented it crashing down into the other. A zombie tried to come up from behind him, but I quickly ran up to it and pistol-whipped his skull, sending him onto the couch.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DAD!" I shouted. I put the gun in my pocket, grabbed my S.A.C, and rammed the bottom blade into it's skull. Pulling it out, I realized that my dad was about to say no, so what I did next made me feel like shit for stealing.

I ran into the kitchen and searched the cupboards, eventually finding one of those big Glad bags. I took two from the carton and opened them both up, placing one of them inside the other. I started raiding the fridge, throwing all the carton of juice and the two gallons of milk first into the bag. Then, I through all the vegetables, like tomato, lettuce, lime, celery, into the bag, along with apples, oranges and bananas. Then, I through the loafs of bread and lastly, I placed the eggs on top. Test lifting the bag over my shoulder, I could carry it for a while, which will just give me enough time to run back home. Puting it down, I ran back to my dad, helping him kill the last zombie.

"Gio, we need to leave the apartment, go through the back door and run downstairs!" He said, shoving the machete into a zombies' head. "I'll buy you some time, leave!" He lifts up the door and shoves it into three zombies, grunting after he threw it. 

I can't leave my pa like this. I just can't. "Pa, I'm not going to -"

"LEAVE!"

"DAMN IT PA, FINE!" 

I run back into the kitchen and open up the door, feeling a wave of cold air as the wind blew. I was about to run, until I noticed two, blue color bottled, glass bottles. Out of curiosity, I took both of them and placed them in the bag. I lifted it over my shoulder with a heavy grunt and turned to look at my dad. He was fighting off two zombies, backing away each swing.

"RUN THROUGH THE ALLEY, GIOVANNI!" He shouted, backing away towards the door. "I'll BE RIGHT THERE! JUST GO!"

I wasted no time, I sighed, looking at my dads' back. I nodded, and started running down the wooden stairs and onto the cement ground. I looked around desperately, stopping my eyes at a wooden gate. I ran to it and kicked it open with my force. I ran out of the backyard, my eyes widened as I turned my head to the left. 

It looked like a rotting parade. Zombies filled the street, trudging, limping and crawling. I backed away slowly, turning around to see yet another street filled with zombies. 

"The alley, Gio!"

I Jumped, my mouth covered by a large palm. I turned around, seeing my dad put a finger to his lips. I silently nod, walking to the alley that is near to the zombie infested street. My dad follows behind me, keeping the machete out incase of an ambush. Knowing the short cuts of our streets, it'll probably take us only thirty minutes if we walk. I know it'll be quicker if we ran, but that will cause too much attention.

As we walk down the ally, my dad begins to speak.

"Gio?"

"Yea pa?"

"What's in the bag?"



....God damn it.