Fatherly Love Never Dies.
Detroit, Michigan.
8 days until Halloween.
3:15 P.M.
Time passes by quickly when you're running for your life. After escaping the house, my dad and I walked quietly through the ally, then running after checking if the close was clear. If we walked, we would attract less zombies because of our steps being so quiet, but we would aslo take longer. My house was about thirty minutes away from my dads' apartment, and if we stayed at this slow paste, we would get there in about a full hour, and we don't got time for a full hour. But if we run, we'll make it to the house in fifteen to twenty minutes. We will attract more zombies, but because they could only walk fast and walk, we could easily out run them.
Leaving the alley, my father and I decide that it would be a wiser decision if we did a little bit of both:When the streets are empty, we run, and if we see zombies, we walk quietly. We run over towards a house and duck for cover behind a car, both of us look over and see nothing. Ducking back behind car, my dad pulls out his flip phone, still gripping the machete in his left hand and keeping the sheath strapped around his shoulder.
"3:15." He sighs, shoving the phone back into his pocket. He looks over the car then back at me. "Go, I got your back." He tightly grips his machete and nods.
"All right." I said, lifting the SwitchAxe over my left shoulder and lifting the bag over my right. Looking down the street, I realized that this street leads down to my job, and last time I remembered, my job is not that far from my house. Just make a left turn, then a right, go straight and I'll reach the alley behind the church.
"One...two...three!"
I break into a full sprint, keeping my balance so I wouldn't trip and spill the bag full of food all over the ground. I run over behind a house, checking the right side of the street for any zombies. When I saw none, I waved my SwitchAxe in the air, signaling him that it was safe.
He too checked both ends of the street, then ran over towards me. When he reaches me, he starts gripping his left arm. "So, are we going to your house?"
I point my finger down the street. "Yea pa. My job is just down this street, and if we keep running towards it, we can make a left to the church. We'll be there in five minutes down this street towards my job, and make it home in ten minutes if we keep on running." He nods, readying his machete. I look down the street, gulping as I see only five zombies walking around aimlessly. "On the count of three, we run past those zombies. Fight back only if they are attacking us, OK pa?"
"Si, Gio." He agrees, and then walks closer to me. "Gio, let me hold the bag for you, that weapon of yours is going to need two arms if you want to swing properly." He smiles at me, but then winces in pain, looking down at his left arm, his fist clenched tightly. I start to worry for my dad, but I nod and hand him the bag. He stops clenching his fist and lifts the bag over his shoulder. He smiles. "Ready?"
I smile at him back. "Ready." We look down the street, the five zombies were now ten, still walking around. "On the count of three."
"One...two...three!"
My father runs first as I follow be hind him, lifting the S.A.C at my side as my dad does the same with his machete. The zombies turn to us, limping and walking, swinging their arms as they moan. My dad ducks one zombies' swing and he turns back around, bringing down the machete on it's head. Blood squirts out when he pulls out the blade and kicks the zombie into another. I follow up, swinging the cleaver down on its neck and cutting of the head of the one that was knocked down. I hear a moan, and I flip the axe into the zombie behind me. The axe blade was stuck in the zombies' left side, so I pulled it out, flipped it upside down and shoved the small, black blade into its skull. Right between the eyes.
I kick it off, turning around to see my dad dealing with two. He shoves the machete into the left ones' eye, then kicked the one on the right while pulling off the machete from the instantly killed zombie. He hacked the machete onto its skull, blood squirting and cracking it. As he pulls out the machete, a zombie walks up be hind him, arms raised.
"Hell no!" I said. I lifted up my S.A.C and threw it as hard as I could at its body. The force of the S.A.C stabbing into its side knocked him down, giving my dad just enough time to slice a zombies neck above him. I ran over to the zombie on the floor and kicked it right in the face as it sat up, making sure that I didn't shove my foot in its mouth. I pulled out my weapon from its bleeding side and stabbed its skull with the blade on the bottom, grunting as I pulled it out.
"FUCK YOU, ZOM-BITCH!" I said, kicking its lifeless body. I turn around and swing the axe blade at a moaning zombie that tried to sneak up on me. I pulled out the blade again, and kicked it onto the ground. My dad then came up to it, cutting its neck. Its head rolled off into two more zombies. I was about to kill them, but my dad hold me back.
"No, Gio!" He said. "Leave them, we don't have time for them, look!"
I turn around, my eyes widen in horror as I see the undead catching up to us. Luckily, it was only a small crowd, but I can tell from my dads heavy breathing that we weren't going to make it if we stay and fight. I look over to him, and mutter:
"Pa?"
"Si?"
The zombies then start to walk a little faster as we just stood there.
"RUN!!!"
The six ponies, Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash all grew bored of watching the telivision, and decided that it would be better if they explored around the humans house while he was away. Pinkie turned off the T.V and hopped upstairs to where her friends were. As she reached the second floor, she notices her friends standing in the hallway. She hops over to them, smiling.
"What's going here?" She said, raising a brow. Her friends did not respond as, they were all looking up at a wall. Pinkie looked up at the wall, wondering why her friends were looking at a boring old wall.
But what was on the boring, brown wall, was a picture. It was small, but big enough far all to see. In the picture, were six humans, one of them looked familiar.
"Who do ya think they are, Twi?" Applejack said, looking at her friend, "Do ya think that they just might be some more of these "Humans"?" Applejack stares deeper at the picture, wondering who these humans could be.
"Well, they appear to have the same skin color, and they are on their legs," Twilight Sparkle said, squinting her eyes at the picture. "But why is Giovanni standing with these other humans?"
"Maybe they are friends of his?" Rarity suggested. "Or possibly co workers?"
"But look at the taller one," Rainbow Dash points out. "Giovanni and him look almost the same!" Both Giovanni and the other human did have some same facial features, which rose a question from the quiet mare herself.
"Could...Could they some how be..?"
"Related? Sure looks like it." Pinkie said, finishing the question for Fluttershy.
All mares did not know which to pick, but wether it be coworker, friends, or what ever, they all decided it would be better if they let Giovanni answer their question, so they all went back downstairs and waited patiently.
"Hurry up and come back!"
"Hush Rainbow, he will come back soon."
Well... Almost all of them wait patiently.
"Don't stop running! We're almost there!"
We were running as fast as we could, jumping over crawlers and ducking under swings of zombie arm. We had just reached the alley that leads behind the church, and we ran even quicker when we saw more of them.
"God...huff, huff,....Dammit, those fuckers don't stop." I said, leaning against the fence that guarded the church. My father and I didn't stop running until we reached the church. Both he and I were tired and luckily, they didn't follow us anymore. We were stopping for a breather, trying to collect our stamina. Then, my dad started coughing, so I walked over to him. "Pa? You OK?"
"Don't worry about me, Gio." He said, trying to silence his coughing. "Can you... hold my machete real quick? And the back? i need to check my arm."
I nodded, leaning my SwitchAxe against the fence and puutting the machete into its sheath and wrapping it over my left shoulder. I grabbed the bag and settled it down carefully, not wanting to tear it open.
RIIIIP!
I looked over to my dad, my eyes widened in disgust and shock. His whole left arm was bleeding, blood was dried but I could still see fresh blood leaking out of....
Oh no.
"Pa...Y-you were bitten?!" I said stuttering. My heart was racing, my eyes felt hot with every blink and my knees began to wabble.
"Yes...I'm sorry." He said, looking down at the bite mark. He looked back up at me.
"You know what to do."
No. no. no. Not like this.
"Pa...What do you mean?" I knew where this was heading,,,I just couldn't believe it. "How long have you been hiding that!?"
He looked me dead in the eye. "Check your phone."
I did just what he had told me... And I didn't like it.
"3:58?! You've been bitten for almost an hour!?"
"He nodded sadly, his face twisting in pain as he fights the urge not to scream. "Yes...Gio, you know what to-"
"NO I'M NOT DOING IT!" I shouted. I was no longer in shock, or scared, or even sad...I was fucking mad. "Pa, how the fuck do you expect to have your own SON kill his own FATHER!?" Tears of anger leaked through my eyes as I glared at my father, and I could also hear moaning. At thmoment, I don't give a damn.
"Gio...please. Do you really want to see your own father turn into one of them?" He points his good arm behind me, and as I turn around I see a small, pack of zombies. I look back at him, his tired eyes staring into mine. "Do you?"
'You have to do it, Giovanni.' My brain tells me. 'It's the only way.'
'But-but what if I just cut off his arm? W-wouldn't that help?' I said, desperately trying to convince my self that he will be OK.
'And then what? Let him bleed to death? Plus, you don't even have medical supplies, how is he suppose to live with just threads and needles?' My brain retorted. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. But I am not letting him die feeling a great amount of pain.
"Gio..before you do it, I have three things to tell you, " My dad said as I went to the bag and pulled out one of the blue bottles that had alcohol in it.
"What is it pa?" I could still hear moaning, it was a little loud but they weren't that close.
"First," He began. "Downstairs in the basement I left two things. A small box and my knife sharper. Be carefull with them." He began to cough fiercely. I pop open the bottle. He takes a full chug, but only finished half the bottle.
"Second," He said as I walk behind him. "Are those people all guys?"
"No..."
"All...girls?"
"...Yea?"
He smiles. "Take care of them Gio." I take out the machete from its sheath and ready it next to his neck. "And last..."
"Yea , pa?" The blade in my hand starts shaking, and the zombies come closer with each step. He takes a deep breath, eyes closed and exhales.
"I love you, son."
Tears leak through my eyes now, my body shivers in sadness. My bottom lip quivers a bit, and my voice begans to choke.
"I love you too, pa...."
SHING!!!