Where: An abandon printing press and a Walmart parking lot.
Who: Myself, Connor, Meredith, Matthew, Greg, Chris, Baxter and Jon Crawford (I've only met this guy once so it's a bit awkward writing that.)
It began as a regular day. Aside from the fact that a disease with violent, humanity altering changing, symptoms had begun to break out. A few friends and I, (Picture Below)
<-Greg
<-Matthew
<-Alexa
<-Chris
<-Meredith 
<- Connor
<-Baxter 
<- Jon Crawford (I've seriously only met this guy briefly, I feel very odd posting this.)
Anyways, those people and I were living in an abandon printing press that we had somewhat converted into a house. It was in a rural area about 20 miles out of town. We were preparing for the worst. Zombies, of course... We had seen a few of them running around populated areas.
Meredith, had been bitten.
"Just stay still, I'll clean it out and it'll be alright."
Alexa said to Meredith as she was trying not to panic.
After she cleaned it out she locked the door to the old washroom.
"She's not going to be human much longer. We have to kill her."
Shocked, but slightly understanding the circumstance, I offered to do it.
I went into the room with a role of duct tape and explained her situation.
There was no way I could kill her, or even begin to hurt her.
I told her I'd just tie her up until there was a cure. She complied.
I taped her up and shut her in the closet in the empty washroom.
"I did it. It's best we just leave that door shut and locked at all times."
Not wanting to tell when what I didn't do.
The hadn't even asked how I had killed her.
So I didn't tell them.
We all made out way to the closest Walmart to get whatever was left of supplies. We had a red Pick up truck and a dark blue Ford Explorer. Greg, Alexa and I sat in the back of the truck while the rest of them got supplies. People were swarming the place like ants on a fallen ice cream cone. Jon came to the back of the truck and unloaded what supplies he had picked up. Paper towels, kitchen knife sets, matches, lighters, blunt objects ect...
"They're spreading fast guys, we gotta get the hell out of here."
And once everyone had returned, we did.
The way back was down a long aimless looking road and then a left turn onto a field, down a dirt road, and BOOM. There.
We were unlocking the door when we heard thumping noises coming from inside.
Everyone's glance immediately turned to me.
I hung my head in shame.
We all grabbed a kitchen knife and made our way inside.
The room where we had kept Meredith was open and we could see her lifeless, now zombie, body walking in a circle with her head tilted down.
She put her head up.
Looked at all of us.
Screamed.
And Attacked.
(Meredith Zombie)
Connor and Chris jumped at her and shut the washroom door.
Terrified for their lives I ran and opened the door.
They had killed Zombie Meredith.
Chris looked me and Connor was looking down.
It was then that I saw blood dripping from his head.
She had bitten him on the side of the face.
I looked at him and my heart sank.
This was my fault.
If I had just done what I was told in the first place...
Connor ran upstairs into a bedroom.
He hid beneath the royal blue sheets.
The blood on the sheets made a deep purple color.
I pulled them off and hugged him tight.
Then pulled out my kitchen knife.
I held his hands in mine, then pulled out a knife with my right hand.
With my left hand in his, and him struggling a bit, I took the knife and stabbed him in the wrist and drug it down his arm.
He cringed.
Tears fell from his eyes that were once a vibrant blue, but had begun fading into a grey orange after being bitten.
His body went limp and I covered him in the royal blue cotton thread ocean.
I stood there for a moment as the blue quickly melted into a deep purple as his body began bleeding
profusely.
My right arm was covered in blood as well.
The black 'The Classic Crime' hoodie meerly looked wet until you looked at the white raised text reading: Vagabonds.
There, you could clearly see the blood.
I walked down the stairs.
Baxter was at the bottom.
"Did you actually kill the zombie this time?"
He said in his crude, but accidental tone.
"Yes. He's dead"
The others followed behind him.
There was now a killer amidst them.
At least, that's how I saw it.
Apparently they saw it that as well.
I was treated differently from that day on.
In my attempt to gain affection, I was rejected by everyone in the house.
Chris would do his best to try and carry on a conversation with me. But never could succeed.
Alexa couldn't even look me in the face.
I never really talked to Jon anyways.
Greg completely ignored my existence.
Matthew followed what Greg did.
Baxter. I have no idea where he went after that.
No one seemed to want to be near me.
They understood what I had to do.
I was told to do it in the first place.
Did they not expect me to do it then?
Did they not expect me to kill Connor because of my failure in killing Meredith?
The whole reason he's dead was because I had been to weak to kill Meredith in the first place.
There was no way I was going to let that happen again.
If that means isolation from human emotions, so be it.
We all began working on a giant sign that read:
HELP.
We were stranded in the house now.
We had enough supplies to last a month and a half at the most.
I can't say we lasted.
Pictures:
First 6 were taken by me.
next 2 were from the people's fb pages (because I'm a creep)
Walmart was from Google Images.
Meredith Zombie was by me.
House is from Google Images.
