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Days Gone By
Created by Jessica
Running through a forest without any trainers is hard, it’s even harder when you’re the prey, when you’re the one that’s being hunted. They might be as slow as a farmers truck, but one bite, and you’re dead. The bite doesn’t turn you into one, it’s just something that makes us turn quicker, it’s hard to explain, defiantly when you got a pack of them chasing after you. No gun, no weapon of any kind on me, it’s been a shit day, I tell you that. The darkness of this forest doesn’t help either, it’s like going through a tunnel with things blocking you from getting to the other end. This day was going to be good, I thought it was going to be good, but when my damn car broke down, and I was miles from anywhere, I knew my day had made a turn to the worse. Everything was okay at first, I made my way along the road, looking for signs or other cars full of fuel that I could use. But then they showed up. I didn’t even see them coming, I turn my back for a minute and there’s a giant house behind me with a yawn full of them, who of course are walking towards me to rip my limbs off.
I start running the other way, which is a giant forest that if you make one wrong turn you might be lost in for days. I don’t even know which state I’m in anymore, let alone town or city. Last time I checked, I was sure the map said I was in New Jersey, but that must have been a week ago, it felt that long ago. After leaving New York, that’s when I checked, that’s the only thing I know about when I checked it, I don’t know the time or date of now or then. It feels crazy really, because our lives use to be so tied into time. You could be late for work, late for picking up the kids at school or just late for going to the near by cinema. Batteries got looted with most of everything else in the shops and malls. Maybe I should of joined them, looted what I needed, found a bunker in a house and live the rest of my life in it, living of tin food. But maybe this was the right thing to do, I might find a safe zone like they said they were going to make when all of this started. I haven’t come across any yet, so I’m not getting my hopes up just yet on them being real.
The tree branches kept on smacking me in the face as I ran, I just hope I don’t get scars or anything like that. I don’t think that would happen, because these feel more like scratch marks given to me by a cat more than a shape dagger of a knife. Sometimes I think about the other people, like were there any in that big house back there, hiding out in there, and that’s why so many of those things were around it. Have they lost any family members, and if they have which ones. How long do they think they can stay alive in there. This place is bad, mostly taken over by the infected. New York was worse than this though. More people, so more people to get infected by this virus. To think I once lived in that big city, started to leave when it got really bad. I still have my girlfriend there, I know now that I should of brought her with me, that it’s too dangerous there to stay, but at the time it felt like the best thing to do, I didn’t know what I would end up bumping into while leaving the city and going into towns.
Last time I used my mobile was to phone my flat, where she’s staying. She told me that she’s been safe but the food has been running low. I didn’t get to tell her that I loved her before the mobile ran out of energy and cut me off. I miss her a lot, and as soon as I found some place safe, I’m going back for her and bringing her there. Hopefully that place is very close and also has cars or trucks that I can use to get back to New York. But now I’m kind of busy trying to escape the dead who are slowly getting closer. And when I think I’ve lost them, another group comes out a different way. I feel sorry for them. They don’t know what they’re doing. They might even be munching on their own family members, and not even know. Some have missing arms and legs, but they still keep going, even if they need to drag themselves. I’ve even seen heads lying around, and turning out to be another one of them. They can still live without a heart and lungs, but they can’t without a brain. That doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.
This brand new world has changed people too, some protect each other like a family, or some change for the bad, and murder and steal of other survivors. And then there’s others who just can’t live in this new world, and kill themselves or don’t fight back when the creatures get to them. I’ve got too much to live for to give up. And I wouldn’t drop down to the level of those scum either. Monster at the corner of my eye, mouth open, left hand reaching for me. I grab it by the arm and throw it over me, slamming it onto the ground, before smashing my foot down onto the creature’s face. It’s brain and blood leaked onto my shoe, I have no time to look or even clean, must continue running. Must escape. I push myself off a tree, trying to catch my breath quickly and get more speed. Daylight coming out from a gap in the trees not to far away, I think I can make it. I slide over a fallen tree and don’t stop running, when I get to the gap, I push through it, pushing past the trees that are very close together and getting to the other side.
I look back through the gap, their arms push through and start trying to claw me. But they are too stupid to get through. I slowly stepped back without looking where I was going, and fell backwards. Grass and mud covered the hill that I fell down, some rocks stuck out of it, ripping my jacket, pants and my arms. I swore as I picked myself up from the muddy ground and looked back up the hill, I could still see the forest and the creatures turning back, giving up. Blood and mud filled my arms and legs, I had some bad cuts that needed to be bandaged up. I took off my backpack and opened it, grabbed the med kit, and took out the bandages and wrapped them round my cuts. I then put everything away and put the backpack back on my back. After that I turned round for the first time, to see where I was. I was hoping it wasn’t going to be another lot of forest, but it sure wasn’t, it was a safe zone. They were real. I didn’t believe it, but they really did make one.
I walked to the large steel gates, guards were everywhere. They did a small test that I wasn’t dead and then opened the gates up and let me in. Two more guards greeted me as I entered. Both looked like they were in their twenties like me. One had a large scar down his left eye and the other one held a gun in one hand. Both looked strong enough to protect themselves if danger ever came to this small town. The city was mostly filled with houses, and shops. People walked the streets like everything was normal, and the electric was still running too, so I was defiantly looking forward to calling my girlfriend again. The only thing I didn’t like was that nearly every street had soldiers carrying guns. I know it’s for the good of the town, but it just didn’t feel safe with them around. One of the two soldiers then asked me my name, I stopped for a moment, thinking how I haven’t heard that question in a while. A long while.
“Scott. Scott Gallery.” I replied giving a friendly smile.
“Welcome to Clifton, Scott.” The soldier said before telling me to follow him.
Clifton is quite a big city, that I was surprised that it hadn't been taken over by the creatures when the infection started. Me and the soldier then stopped at a library, and walked up the stairs that went to the entrance. The soldier opened the glass door and I went through, he followed and closed it behind him. We then continued down a long hallway until we came to a door with a sign above it that read, History. I went in, and the soldier waited outside. Two other soldiers were inside, and a old man with white hair and large glasses was at a table reading a book about Roman History. I slowly stepped closer to him, making the floorboards creek under my feet. He slowly looked up at me, taking his eye away from the book. He then removed his glasses, put them onto the table and got up.
“Welcome,” he said while shaking my hand, “this is the safest place in all of America now. You should be thankful to God that you found it. I‘ll make sure you get a nice new home here, there‘s many to go around, so you won‘t need to worry about being homeless.”
“Thank you, sir. The name’s Scott Gallery.”
“And mine’s Brock Fisher. The mayor of this safe haven that God blessed us with. Bobo, get this boy to his house, it’s getting late, he shouldn’t be out in the cold when it’s late.”
The soldier named Bobo came to me and told me to follow him. He was the strongest out of all the soldiers, they talked about him breaking the creatures heads off with one hand. And being so strong that he doesn’t need to carry a gun with him at all times like most of the other soldiers needed to do. We came to a white house made out of brick, wood and water. It had a yawn with green grass, a garage. And even a back garden with a BBQ that I could roast meat on in the summer. Inside it had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a kitchen and living room, with a real working TV, but it only had one channel and it was the city’s news channel, about what’s happening and what to look forward too. But my favourite part of the house was the phone next to the couch in the sitting room. I dialled the number of my flat, and hoped she would pick up.
“Scott, is that you?” She asked. Her voice brought a smile to my face.
“Yes, Jess. It’s me. And guess what. I’ve found a safe zone just like the ones they said were going to be around on the news.” I told her with the sound of happiness in my voice.
“Oh my God, they’re real. I thought I lost you last time you phoned and it went dead. And you never picked up the times after that.”
“The mobile ran out of energy, I’m using the phone in my new house here. I swear I’ll come back for you, just give me some more time to get another car and get there.”
“What happened to the last car?”
“It broke down, I don’t know what happened, and it’s too far away from this place and New York to go back for it now.”
“When this is all over, we’ll get another one, anyway. I love you.”
“I love you too, bye.” I said before putting the phone down.
I climbed off the couch, that I nearly fell asleep on and walked up the stairs, and fell to sleep on the bed in the biggest bedroom. As I went to sleep, I dreamt of what happened days back, when I was still in New York. I looked out of the window, traffic jam, people getting out of their cars and running from the dead coming up from behind them. I was on the eighth floor, if I was in trouble, then it was because of the other people living in the block. I closed the curtains, not wanting to watch people getting slaughtered by those things. The door was double locked, it would need at least three of them to knock it down, and luckily we hadn’t had any come by yet. Jessica was still in bed, I didn’t want to wake her, and remind her what kind of world we’re really living in right now. Then knocking at the door, I look through the small glass hole, to see who’s on the other side. Henry. I quickly opened the door letting him in and then quickly shut it again and locked it.
“Henry. What are you doing here, are you okay?” I asked, as I watched him trying to catch his breath.
I knew Henry for a while, met him in a bar, and we got along great. He’s been a cop as long as I knew him. And since the army didn’t have the time to get to New York, most of New York’s best officers have been sent out to the slaughter to get rid of these things. But they’re too many just for the cops to handle, that I think it’s a crazy idea that the mayor came up with. If he wanted to hide out here until everything died down, I wouldn’t stop him. Because he’s one of my best friends.
Days Gone By
Created by Jessica
Running through a forest without any trainers is hard, it’s even harder when you’re the prey, when you’re the one that’s being hunted. They might be as slow as a farmers truck, but one bite, and you’re dead. The bite doesn’t turn you into one, it’s just something that makes us turn quicker, it’s hard to explain, defiantly when you got a pack of them chasing after you. No gun, no weapon of any kind on me, it’s been a shit day, I tell you that. The darkness of this forest doesn’t help either, it’s like going through a tunnel with things blocking you from getting to the other end. This day was going to be good, I thought it was going to be good, but when my damn car broke down, and I was miles from anywhere, I knew my day had made a turn to the worse. Everything was okay at first, I made my way along the road, looking for signs or other cars full of fuel that I could use. But then they showed up. I didn’t even see them coming, I turn my back for a minute and there’s a giant house behind me with a yawn full of them, who of course are walking towards me to rip my limbs off.
I start running the other way, which is a giant forest that if you make one wrong turn you might be lost in for days. I don’t even know which state I’m in anymore, let alone town or city. Last time I checked, I was sure the map said I was in New Jersey, but that must have been a week ago, it felt that long ago. After leaving New York, that’s when I checked, that’s the only thing I know about when I checked it, I don’t know the time or date of now or then. It feels crazy really, because our lives use to be so tied into time. You could be late for work, late for picking up the kids at school or just late for going to the near by cinema. Batteries got looted with most of everything else in the shops and malls. Maybe I should of joined them, looted what I needed, found a bunker in a house and live the rest of my life in it, living of tin food. But maybe this was the right thing to do, I might find a safe zone like they said they were going to make when all of this started. I haven’t come across any yet, so I’m not getting my hopes up just yet on them being real.
The tree branches kept on smacking me in the face as I ran, I just hope I don’t get scars or anything like that. I don’t think that would happen, because these feel more like scratch marks given to me by a cat more than a shape dagger of a knife. Sometimes I think about the other people, like were there any in that big house back there, hiding out in there, and that’s why so many of those things were around it. Have they lost any family members, and if they have which ones. How long do they think they can stay alive in there. This place is bad, mostly taken over by the infected. New York was worse than this though. More people, so more people to get infected by this virus. To think I once lived in that big city, started to leave when it got really bad. I still have my girlfriend there, I know now that I should of brought her with me, that it’s too dangerous there to stay, but at the time it felt like the best thing to do, I didn’t know what I would end up bumping into while leaving the city and going into towns.
Last time I used my mobile was to phone my flat, where she’s staying. She told me that she’s been safe but the food has been running low. I didn’t get to tell her that I loved her before the mobile ran out of energy and cut me off. I miss her a lot, and as soon as I found some place safe, I’m going back for her and bringing her there. Hopefully that place is very close and also has cars or trucks that I can use to get back to New York. But now I’m kind of busy trying to escape the dead who are slowly getting closer. And when I think I’ve lost them, another group comes out a different way. I feel sorry for them. They don’t know what they’re doing. They might even be munching on their own family members, and not even know. Some have missing arms and legs, but they still keep going, even if they need to drag themselves. I’ve even seen heads lying around, and turning out to be another one of them. They can still live without a heart and lungs, but they can’t without a brain. That doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.
This brand new world has changed people too, some protect each other like a family, or some change for the bad, and murder and steal of other survivors. And then there’s others who just can’t live in this new world, and kill themselves or don’t fight back when the creatures get to them. I’ve got too much to live for to give up. And I wouldn’t drop down to the level of those scum either. Monster at the corner of my eye, mouth open, left hand reaching for me. I grab it by the arm and throw it over me, slamming it onto the ground, before smashing my foot down onto the creature’s face. It’s brain and blood leaked onto my shoe, I have no time to look or even clean, must continue running. Must escape. I push myself off a tree, trying to catch my breath quickly and get more speed. Daylight coming out from a gap in the trees not to far away, I think I can make it. I slide over a fallen tree and don’t stop running, when I get to the gap, I push through it, pushing past the trees that are very close together and getting to the other side.
I look back through the gap, their arms push through and start trying to claw me. But they are too stupid to get through. I slowly stepped back without looking where I was going, and fell backwards. Grass and mud covered the hill that I fell down, some rocks stuck out of it, ripping my jacket, pants and my arms. I swore as I picked myself up from the muddy ground and looked back up the hill, I could still see the forest and the creatures turning back, giving up. Blood and mud filled my arms and legs, I had some bad cuts that needed to be bandaged up. I took off my backpack and opened it, grabbed the med kit, and took out the bandages and wrapped them round my cuts. I then put everything away and put the backpack back on my back. After that I turned round for the first time, to see where I was. I was hoping it wasn’t going to be another lot of forest, but it sure wasn’t, it was a safe zone. They were real. I didn’t believe it, but they really did make one.
I walked to the large steel gates, guards were everywhere. They did a small test that I wasn’t dead and then opened the gates up and let me in. Two more guards greeted me as I entered. Both looked like they were in their twenties like me. One had a large scar down his left eye and the other one held a gun in one hand. Both looked strong enough to protect themselves if danger ever came to this small town. The city was mostly filled with houses, and shops. People walked the streets like everything was normal, and the electric was still running too, so I was defiantly looking forward to calling my girlfriend again. The only thing I didn’t like was that nearly every street had soldiers carrying guns. I know it’s for the good of the town, but it just didn’t feel safe with them around. One of the two soldiers then asked me my name, I stopped for a moment, thinking how I haven’t heard that question in a while. A long while.
“Scott. Scott Gallery.” I replied giving a friendly smile.
“Welcome to Clifton, Scott.” The soldier said before telling me to follow him.
Clifton is quite a big city, that I was surprised that it hadn't been taken over by the creatures when the infection started. Me and the soldier then stopped at a library, and walked up the stairs that went to the entrance. The soldier opened the glass door and I went through, he followed and closed it behind him. We then continued down a long hallway until we came to a door with a sign above it that read, History. I went in, and the soldier waited outside. Two other soldiers were inside, and a old man with white hair and large glasses was at a table reading a book about Roman History. I slowly stepped closer to him, making the floorboards creek under my feet. He slowly looked up at me, taking his eye away from the book. He then removed his glasses, put them onto the table and got up.
“Welcome,” he said while shaking my hand, “this is the safest place in all of America now. You should be thankful to God that you found it. I‘ll make sure you get a nice new home here, there‘s many to go around, so you won‘t need to worry about being homeless.”
“Thank you, sir. The name’s Scott Gallery.”
“And mine’s Brock Fisher. The mayor of this safe haven that God blessed us with. Bobo, get this boy to his house, it’s getting late, he shouldn’t be out in the cold when it’s late.”
The soldier named Bobo came to me and told me to follow him. He was the strongest out of all the soldiers, they talked about him breaking the creatures heads off with one hand. And being so strong that he doesn’t need to carry a gun with him at all times like most of the other soldiers needed to do. We came to a white house made out of brick, wood and water. It had a yawn with green grass, a garage. And even a back garden with a BBQ that I could roast meat on in the summer. Inside it had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a kitchen and living room, with a real working TV, but it only had one channel and it was the city’s news channel, about what’s happening and what to look forward too. But my favourite part of the house was the phone next to the couch in the sitting room. I dialled the number of my flat, and hoped she would pick up.
“Scott, is that you?” She asked. Her voice brought a smile to my face.
“Yes, Jess. It’s me. And guess what. I’ve found a safe zone just like the ones they said were going to be around on the news.” I told her with the sound of happiness in my voice.
“Oh my God, they’re real. I thought I lost you last time you phoned and it went dead. And you never picked up the times after that.”
“The mobile ran out of energy, I’m using the phone in my new house here. I swear I’ll come back for you, just give me some more time to get another car and get there.”
“What happened to the last car?”
“It broke down, I don’t know what happened, and it’s too far away from this place and New York to go back for it now.”
“When this is all over, we’ll get another one, anyway. I love you.”
“I love you too, bye.” I said before putting the phone down.
I climbed off the couch, that I nearly fell asleep on and walked up the stairs, and fell to sleep on the bed in the biggest bedroom. As I went to sleep, I dreamt of what happened days back, when I was still in New York. I looked out of the window, traffic jam, people getting out of their cars and running from the dead coming up from behind them. I was on the eighth floor, if I was in trouble, then it was because of the other people living in the block. I closed the curtains, not wanting to watch people getting slaughtered by those things. The door was double locked, it would need at least three of them to knock it down, and luckily we hadn’t had any come by yet. Jessica was still in bed, I didn’t want to wake her, and remind her what kind of world we’re really living in right now. Then knocking at the door, I look through the small glass hole, to see who’s on the other side. Henry. I quickly opened the door letting him in and then quickly shut it again and locked it.
“Henry. What are you doing here, are you okay?” I asked, as I watched him trying to catch his breath.
I knew Henry for a while, met him in a bar, and we got along great. He’s been a cop as long as I knew him. And since the army didn’t have the time to get to New York, most of New York’s best officers have been sent out to the slaughter to get rid of these things. But they’re too many just for the cops to handle, that I think it’s a crazy idea that the mayor came up with. If he wanted to hide out here until everything died down, I wouldn’t stop him. Because he’s one of my best friends.
Last edited by Miku on Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:41 am; edited 4 times in total
