*Three Months Ago: The Night It All Began



Teenagers. Teenagers everywhere. My ears are begging to be put out of their misery from this shitty ass pop music that's currently creating an earthquake underneath Jacob Jacobson's house, and yes that is his name. His parents were high the day he was born. And they have remained so ever since. I take a sip of my drink and continue to stand in the corner of the large living room, avoiding human contact, and trying to look as unapproachable as possible.

Bodies bang against each other in the center of the room, dancing and grinding and snorting various drugs and drinking various alcoholic beverages. Lips collide and neon colors flash, creating a dizzying display which makes me want to puke. A few teenagers stagger off from the horde and up the stairs, while another burnout, who chooses to conceal his messy dreadlocks in a rainbow beanie, shuffles his way towards me. Oh shit. Look away, Gerard. Fuck. Too late.

He raises his beer bottle up into the air and chants something unintelligible and presses his body unto the wall right next to me. His beer and pot and something not from this earth scent fills my lungs. Making me cough slightly as he propels a mysterious green powder towards my face. "This is the best shit you'll ever have. It's called Paradox, came straight out of my brother's lab in my garage. Want some, grumpy pants? It'll cheer you up." He slurs and giggles, his hand remains in the same spot. I push it away slightly.

"No thanks, I'm good." I say and scoot away from him, but end up hitting a lamp. Damn this lamp. The guy shrugs and wraps the powder in a piece of tin foil, placing it in his tattered jacket pocket.

"Alrighty then. More for me." He giggles and staggers back into the crowd. Congrats, Gerard, you have successfully resisted peer pressure. I think I deserve a cookie for this. If I ever make it out of this shit hole alive. Damn Mikey and his persuasive ways, how the hell did he even manage to get invited anyway? Never mind I don't want to know. I sigh for the thousandth time tonight and stare into the neon abyss of teenage clothing. Colors and human skin swirl together making me want to puke once again.

Suddenly, however, I hear a blood-curdling scream erupt from the throat of a teenage girl. The horde freezes with terror, stopping the music, much to my relief, and direct their fearful gazes toward the carpeted steps.

A girl lies limp on the stairs, eyes glazed over and staring at the ceiling. Forever crystallized in the moment. Blood surrounds her cracked open skull, gray brain matter mixes with the dark substance. A deathly pale cheerleader, whom I recognize as Chelsea Hanna: class-A bitch, looms over her lifeless body. Chelsea's usual bright blue eyes are a deep red color that matches the blood surrounding her mouth. Shit. I'm not gonna get that cookie.

Screams fill the room as teenagers push over each other in a wave of chaos and panic. I stand there motionless, attempting to will my feet to move. Chelsea tilts her head and a primal, cannibalistic yell escapes her lips as she runs and grunts toward her next victim. Me. Oh fuck not the 28 Days Later zombie. I was hoping for a slow, stupid, shuffling zombie. But nope, I never get what I wish for.

Chelsea pounces on me, knocking me on the ground in an instant. Everything unfolding in slow motion. Her eyes are void, cold, and emotionless, the blood dripping down her mouth mixing in with the spit and a mysterious black substance that begins to fall onto my face. Now that's disgusting. I didn't sign up for this shit. Damn you Mikey.

I hold my arms up, attempting to defend myself as I look over and see more teenagers turning into zombies and being bit. Screams of agony and terror surround me along with the flames that have begun to spread. It has begun. I always thought I would survive longer than this.Shitballs.

My weak attempts at defending myself are to no avail as Chelsea's pearly white teeth sink into my lower arm. What. A. Bitch. The pain courses through my veins as a I hear yet another blood-curdling scream and quickly realize it's my own. My vision begins to blur as steaming tears fall down my face. The world begins to fade to black and I am left begging to hold on to the strands of life I have left, I can't die. This isn't the end. I need to see my family, my brother, my guinea pig. My cookie. My eyelids begin to feel heavy and I can resist no longer.

Notes

I thought it might be a good idea to do a flashback of sorts. Hope you liked it, I was planning on doing one more, but I might not if you rather just get back to the regular story. Anyway please leave a comment, they help me update faster and plus they make me almost explode out of happiness so yeah...Love you :)