Dolphan of Lyfe
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Don't let the name scare you.
(I didn't get to finish writing the segment so I'll do it today while I'm out and I'll post it when I get back.)
It was September 20th, 2014 when it all broke out. That was the day when the plagued walked the streets in the hunt of blood, that was the day when the companies crumbled and the white house evacuated, the day when the military returned to their families and left everyone else to die. That was the day the world ended.
It was a school day, a casual one. All families were laid back and finally into the groove of their kids either starting school entirely or starting a school year as a whole. It was so amazing how fast it spread. And others were so lucky. The winter came too early this year, and in Northern states it was absolutely bitter-cold, but that was the least of people's concerns.
After all. When there's no more room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth. A punishment from God? A government-planned apocalypse? New World Order? Contaminated cheese burger? Contagious space matter? No one knew what caused it, and no one knew why it happened now. Now that life was beginning to become so perfect for a lot of people - Why did it have to happen now? Why did they have to hear of their children being killed? Why did children have to run home to find their families being nothing other than a load of walking, living corpses? This is the story of where their lives fell to nothingness.
This, is a story of how you died.
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Woodruff, Wisconsin, USA – 1:32pm
"Dad, what the hell's going on?!" Alex yelled at his father as he ran out of the school and up to the car - Eric was in the back seat, looking pale and utterly terrified. His father shook his head.
"Just get in!" He roared. Alex took no hesitation and sprung into the back beside Eric; they went speeding off before he even had a chance to get his seatbelt on, and before they knew it, they were outside an elementary school - the same one where Carl was attending kindergarten. His father reached down to his belt and pulled out his signature sidearm. The American Joe. The forty-five caliber pistol that could blow a hole in just about anything. A really nice teched out M1911 that he always kept at his side - Alex was surprised when the gun was held out in front of him. "Alex. Take this, and both of you go and find your brother. Now." He ordered, both Alex and Eric looked at each other, and then looked at their father in terror - Regardless, Alex took hold of it and slowly climbed out of the car. He tucked the gun into his pants and began running off towards the school with Eric at his side. There were other cars and parents EVERYWHERE. Something must have been going down.
".. Alex... Please tell me what's happening." He begged, gulping as he darted his eyes around.
"I don't know, Eric! Jesus Christ!" He snapped at him, leading him into the school and down some of the hallways. The fire alarm for the school was ringing loudly, and that only made him feel more unnerved. Once they found the kindergarten class they scanned every room and every desk; they came across one where there was just blood and bodies everywhere. Eric turned away, his face green and eyes wide. Alex was just jaw-dropped. He had to scan over them. He scanned over them over and over again until he was sure his little brother wasn't there - He dragged Eric forward even more. The one final room and all of the children and the teacher were there, safe and sound - the kids were lined up against the wall, tears streaming down their little faces. The teacher was barely holding herself together, either. Alex busted through the door and looked across them all.
"Alex! Eric!" A traumatized and squeaky little voice called out, and with that, they saw little Carl dash out at them; Alex crouched and hugged him tight, shielding him in every way. Carl turned from Alex and then hugged Eric as well, sobbing and crying. Alex glanced around at everyone else and scratched the back of his head.
"Get them all out of here. Their parents must be outside, there's hundreds of people." He said to the teacher, who merely nodded and then escorted all of the students quickly out of the room. He looked back down at Eric and Carl, whom of which were just talking, but Eric was talking to calm Carl down, more than anything.
"Come on, bro... Daddy's outside, you gotta' be brave for us, okay?" He said to him, looking him in the eyes. He nodded and sobbed once again, his voice trembling while he wiped his eyes.
"Okay, but-but-but--.. I need--.. I need to pee..." He sobbed, Eric gave a simple smile and took a deep breath before nodding and rising up, holding his hand.
"Take him..." Alex said, looking out of the window of the class. He turned back to follow them out of the room once they started to leave; he watched Eric take Carl into the bathroom, and then leaned up against the wall to wait for them both. Screams erupted from several hallways down. It sounded so horrific and brutal – Just what the hell was going on? He heard kids screaming in terror and agony from only a short distance away. Whatever was going on, he just hoped that it wasn’t going to hit them. Hell, Alex and Eric were just in their regular classes when suddenly the principal ordered that everyone get ready for an emergency exit. It didn’t make sense. It made no sense whatsoever. He was just happy to see Eric and Carl exit the bathroom again so they could get out of there; he swept Carl up in one arm and then nodded at Eric as he began jogging down the hallway. The little one just kept his face hidden in Alex’s shoulder they advanced through the hallways – with every scream that broke out, Carl’s crying only became louder. They kept running, and running, and running – running until they got back outside; they saw hundreds of parents being reunited with hundreds of kids – some kids were lost and running around, crying out for help from anyone. As much as Alex wanted to be the good Samaritan and stay around to help out, but he couldn’t, he just needed to get his younger brothers to safety – he dashed back to the car that was pretty much swarmed by people and other vehicles, but they still managed to get there regardless. Alex got them all into the back seats and slammed the door shut – while he was busy taking a breather, Carl squirmed away from him and jumped into the front.
“Daddy!” He cried out as he flew into his arms. His father took an exaggerated sigh of relief as he held him close – he just let him sob in his arms for a while, but still gently hushed him and rocked him from side to side.
“It’s okay, son… We’re gonna’ get home and see mommy, okay? God, I’m so happy you’re okay.” He whimpered to him, Eric gave a deliberate loud sigh in annoyance. Eric was nice to Carl when he needed to be, but a lot of the time he always expressed how Carl was the ‘favorite child’ – there were no hugs and kisses and happiness when he was picked up from school today. It was just a simple ‘get in’ without so much as an explanation to what was going on. He was jealous, evidently, but after a quick elbow in the ribs from Alex he cut the attitude and just began sulking – he looked out of the window and didn’t make a sound. The sound he eventually did make, however, was a loud gasp as an unknown man shrieked and reached through the window beside his father and Carl. Carl screamed in terror as soon as he looked at him and scrambled into the back of the car once again – I say ‘car’, but it was a Range Rover, which was more suitable in this sort of situation. He clung to Alex’s side and hid his face, screaming and crying – Alex and Eric watched their father try and fight this attacker, but ended up having his arm locked in a tight grip.
“Dad! Get him off and drive!” Eric exclaimed.
“For Christ sakes!” His father screamed as the attacker tried sinking his teeth into his arm. This guy was a monster. He wasn’t a man anymore. “Shoot him, Alex! Fucking shoot him!” He screamed, Alex pulled out the gun from his pants and aimed it past his father’s head, his hand slightly shaking as he broke out into cold sweats. “SHOOT. HIM.” He demanded; Alex pulled the trigger, which only made Carl scream even more. He dropped the gun onto the floor of the vehicle when he watched the blood pour from the bullet hole in the attacker’s head. When the body slouched down he lied back in his chair and took several deep breaths.
“Jesus… Alex, you okay…?” Eric whimpered, Alex said nothing to him. He was completely shell-shocked; he’d just shot someone and he felt sick to his stomach – he should never have had that responsibility placed on him. It may have saved his father, but he felt dreadful – he could almost feel his consciousness dripping away from him like a block of melting ice. It was the most atrocious feeling he’d ever felt in his whole life – did this make him a murderer? Did he just kill a man in cold blood? So many questions bounced around his head, but he just kept Carl in a locked up hug with one arm while his eyelids fell heavy. The car had started moving already, and the increasing speed made him feel no better. He passed out right there and then.
**
He didn’t know how long it had been, but he woke up to shouting and crying – the car was still moving, too – Gee, his father sure was faithful that he hadn’t just keeled over there and then.
“Alex! Alex, wake up, man!” Eric yelled, shaking his arm. Alex shot his eyes open and gasped like a fish out of water; he then looked to him and looked around. “You passed out, man… You okay?” He asked, Alex looked at Carl who was clung to Eric and sobbing, and his father was still like some sort of robot – he was just driving. He showed almost no care anymore – they were in a neighborhood that he recognized. They weren’t too far from the nice Cul De Sac that they called home; there were no more screams where they were now, so he was hoping that it was going to stay that way and the whole situation at the school was just going to be forgotten about.
“.. Stop the car.” He blurted, his face turning green. His father looked in the rear-view mirror and sighed when he saw how ghastly and sick he looked. He stopped the car immediately and Alex instantly threw the door open and leaned out of it; five seconds later and he was busy vomiting up his lunch. He felt a bit better after that, there was no denying that – he went back in the car and closed the door, and within a couple of seconds not only was his father back to driving, but little Carl had crawled over to him and leaned up against him.
“.. Did you throw up?” He asked him, Alex sniffled and ruffled his hair weakly with one hand.
“Yeah, buddy… I did.” He replied, Carl sighed and set his head against his chest, holding onto his arm with both hands.
“Throwin’ up sucks…” He stated softly. “.. Do you feel bad?” He asked in addition, Alex sighed and hugged him with the one arm that he was holding.
“A little… But I feel kinda’ better, too.”
“Oh, that’s good.” He replied quietly, followed by closing his eyes – it was strange how Carl relaxed so quickly. I suppose that came with the realization that his brother hadn’t died. They were sat in silence from then on, but Eric had gone back to sulking – that was another thing that was a common occurrence in the family. Eric hated the way Alex prioritized Carl. He didn’t care about the kid’s age, either. He utterly shunned the fact that he was given so much attention. When they finally got back to the Cul De Sac they just all ran into the house and all got a hug from their mother – their mother was such a kind and caring person, and just by looking at her they could see how panicked and upset about them that she’d been. Of course, it lead onto her sitting with Carl and giving him continuous hugs and kisses. ‘Oh, don’t worry, mom. It’s not like we’re anything to be concerned about.’ Eric thought to himself, and with that he went and found his father.
“I’m goin’ across to my friend’s house.” He said simply, his father hesitated but then sighed.
“Fine… Be back soon, son…” He replied, Eric left the house of drama and just went out to chill out with his friend. Now, this friend was the craziest one he knew which is why he loved hanging out with him so much. He had the most high-tech stuff going from a next-gen gaming computer, a PS4, and better yet – porno magazines that he’d apparently ‘stolen from his father’s stash’ – quite an… Unconventional family home, indeed, but it was something new in Eric’s life which added a little bit of a twist to things. One of the main highlights of this kid’s house was the butterfly knives that he’d somehow gained. Two of them, and with that came a stitched up finger that almost got sliced off from trying to pull off ‘some cool ninja’ shit with them.
He saw a bite on his friend’s arm once he reached his bedroom – it wasn’t deep, but blood had been drawn. He looked pale, but also looked happy enough to see Eric; Eric was concerned at first, because he remembered the man that had tried to bite his father outside of the school – he brushed it off and shook his head, but first he was going to inquire about it.
“What happened to your arm, dude?” He asked, his friend shook his head and sent off a dismissive wave.
“Eh, some crazy kid walked up to me and bit me. I’m fine, don’t worry.” He said, he then went over to the computer desk and used his hand that didn’t have the previously half-severed finger on it to open up the drawer, and with that he pulled out two knife thigh holsters, both containing the butterfly knives – he tossed them onto the bed and nodded to Eric. “Try ‘em out, man.” He smiled, Eric laughed and ran over, flipping one of them out of the holster and then spinning the blade around by one half of the handle – he’d watched his friend do it before, so he’d learned a little from him, but the rest of it was all him – it must have been because of how precise he was with his fingers, or something.
“Awesome, man… Awesome.” He said, continuing to pull off a few tricks with the knives. His friend watched him and sighed.
“I’m jealous, you know? You can do that just fine, but when I tried, I nearly lost half my finger.” He said, chuckling darkly thereafter; Eric laughed himself but placed the knives down, looking around the room with a grin for a few moments.
“Got any more goodies from your dad’s closet?” He asked, his friend jumped up and ran over to the bed followed by crawling under it; after a bit of shuffling he came back up from under it with a black and pink magazine in hand. The fancy-styled text that was the princess pink, and the rest of the cover was black – the material coating the front and back pages were silky and smooth, and as soon as Eric saw the picture of the blonde-haired woman on the front he grinned and snatched it up. “Woo-ho-hooo… Fancy stuff. This is a step up from the stuff you usually take.” He said simply, his friend nodded and lied down on his bed.
“Yeah, if you think it’s good already you should see what it looks like on the inside. You can go ahead and keep that one, I ain’t bothered.” He chuckled softly as Eric flicked it open and went across some of the pages, his eyes widening – he soon came across a double-page image that had a picture of a naked woman on it once again; he held it up by one side and showed it to him.
“Look at the rack on this one, bro.” He laughed, his friend also laughed along with him and then looked up at the ceiling, he shut his eyes while Eric was busy looking through the magazine – Hah, a magazine like this that Eric got to KEEP always had its uses for him. He closed it up and dropped it down on the bed while trying on both of thigh holsters; he smiled and looked around, followed by turning to the body-sized mirror and inspecting himself for a few moments. “.. I’m gonna’ go use the bathroom, man. Back in a sec.” He said as he turned to his friend.
“Mhm…” His friend mumbled, he walked out of his room and went a short distance down the hallway to where the bathroom was – yeah, this was another part of his friend’s life that he was jealous of – half of the bathroom had been made into a wet room with a bathtub merged into it – it was amazing. Regardless, he quickly relieved himself, flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and then wandered back to his friend’s room – when he got there, his friend wasn’t on the bed, but was instead stood in the corner of his room with his head bowed – this had to have been one of his pranks, so he casually walked over and picked up the magazine before sitting down.
“You can drop it, Jake… I ain’t falling for your tricks anymore.” He chuckled, but Jake said nothing. He looked up at him and raised one eyebrow with a chuckle. “Okay… Jake! I said I’m not falling for it, cut it out!” He said to him, and then Jake slowly turned, his face pale and his mouth open – his eyes were diluted, and he slowly began shambling forward. This was one elaborate joke, and what Eric once feared was now believed – The way that thing tried to bite his father – Jake looked just like one of them. He slowly got up from the bed, magazine and thigh holsters still with him, and slowly raised his hands. “.. Jake… Come on, man… Stop it--” Jake lunged at him and he quickly yelped and jumped aside, sending Jake toppling over onto the floor – that’s when he made a break for it and exited his room, slamming the door shut behind him. “Jake! Get well soon, okay? I’ll--.. I’ll bring your stuff back! Call me!” He yelled out in a shaky and panicked voice; he tucked the porno mag into his pants after rolling it up and then dashed downstairs and out of the house. He literally charged in through the door of his own and then ran upstairs to his room, but of course, just as he was setting himself down in his office swivel chair and placing the magazine down on the desk, there was a knock at the door.
“Eric, you alright?” Alex called out.
“I’m fine! God, leave me alone for ten minutes, please?!” He yelled, he heard Alex sigh and walk away, and that’s when he started getting on with what he wanted to do – the hand lotion and box of tissues came out of the drawer in his desk and the magazine got opened – I think I’ll spare you the rest of the details of what went on here. Meanwhile, Alex was laying on his bed and merely thinking about what had happened, but little Carl had since done his best to forget about the whole ordeal, and had now come away from playing with some of his toys to use the bathroom.
**
Three days later and all three boys were sat around the dining room table, both Alex and Eric were in tears, but Carl didn’t know why – he tried to ignore it by simply doing some drawing and coloring with his crayons.
“What are we gonna’ do?” Eric sobbed, one hand covering his eyes while he shook his head. “We can’t just leave ‘em like that… Can we?!” He asked in desperation, Alex quickly struck his eyes with the back of his hands and took a shaky deep breath. He turned to Carl and forced a smile.
“Carl… I want you to go into the living room and do some coloring there – don’t open the curtains either, okay? Make sure you close the door.” He instructed, Carl looked at him and gave a worried smile before nodding and getting up without words; he took his crayons and paper pad with him and darted off into the living room. As soon as they heard the door slam, Alex pulled out The American Joe Colt M1911 that belonged to their father and set it on the table. “.. Who’s gonna’ do it?” He spluttered, wiping his eyes again.
“No! No, Alex! I can’t! I can’t, I can’t…” Eric panicked, his hands shaking as he covered his mouth and nose. Alex sobbed loudly as he picked up the gun and flicked the safety off – a part of him was tempted to just kill Eric and Carl and then shoot himself. It would have been easier than dealing with all the emotional trauma this and the rest of the world was going to put on them.
“Okay.” He blurted simply. “I’ll do it. But go and stay with Carl…” He instructed, once Eric left he stood up and went upstairs to their parents’ room. He heard groans and quiet shrieks from inside – there was no going back now. His father was going to die by his own gun – an honorable yet tragic tale. And the mother? She was going to die by the hand of one of the three people she loved most in the world.
He creaked the door open and peered inside, seeing only his blood-covered and undead parents walking towards him. He raised the gun at his mother’s head first and closed his eyes – he pulled the trigger and dropped her, letting out a loud cry as he did so. He then looked to his father and pressed the gun against his head while he tried to inch closer.
“I’m sorry, dad!” He cried as he shot him as well – Blood sprayed across the room before the second body finally dropped to the ground. He closed the door and threw the gun aside, sinking down to the ground and leaning against the door – he was crying and shaking, and soon fell to the ground entirely and pressed his face against the carpet, his tears leaking down onto it and creating a small damp spot.
One month later. October 23rd, 2014. (@Dolphan of Lyfe)
It was September 20th, 2014 when it all broke out. That was the day when the plagued walked the streets in the hunt of blood, that was the day when the companies crumbled and the white house evacuated, the day when the military returned to their families and left everyone else to die. That was the day the world ended.
It was a school day, a casual one. All families were laid back and finally into the groove of their kids either starting school entirely or starting a school year as a whole. It was so amazing how fast it spread. And others were so lucky. The winter came too early this year, and in Northern states it was absolutely bitter-cold, but that was the least of people's concerns.
After all. When there's no more room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth. A punishment from God? A government-planned apocalypse? New World Order? Contaminated cheese burger? Contagious space matter? No one knew what caused it, and no one knew why it happened now. Now that life was beginning to become so perfect for a lot of people - Why did it have to happen now? Why did they have to hear of their children being killed? Why did children have to run home to find their families being nothing other than a load of walking, living corpses? This is the story of where their lives fell to nothingness.
This, is a story of how you died.
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Woodruff, Wisconsin, USA – 1:32pm
"Dad, what the hell's going on?!" Alex yelled at his father as he ran out of the school and up to the car - Eric was in the back seat, looking pale and utterly terrified. His father shook his head.
"Just get in!" He roared. Alex took no hesitation and sprung into the back beside Eric; they went speeding off before he even had a chance to get his seatbelt on, and before they knew it, they were outside an elementary school - the same one where Carl was attending kindergarten. His father reached down to his belt and pulled out his signature sidearm. The American Joe. The forty-five caliber pistol that could blow a hole in just about anything. A really nice teched out M1911 that he always kept at his side - Alex was surprised when the gun was held out in front of him. "Alex. Take this, and both of you go and find your brother. Now." He ordered, both Alex and Eric looked at each other, and then looked at their father in terror - Regardless, Alex took hold of it and slowly climbed out of the car. He tucked the gun into his pants and began running off towards the school with Eric at his side. There were other cars and parents EVERYWHERE. Something must have been going down.
".. Alex... Please tell me what's happening." He begged, gulping as he darted his eyes around.
"I don't know, Eric! Jesus Christ!" He snapped at him, leading him into the school and down some of the hallways. The fire alarm for the school was ringing loudly, and that only made him feel more unnerved. Once they found the kindergarten class they scanned every room and every desk; they came across one where there was just blood and bodies everywhere. Eric turned away, his face green and eyes wide. Alex was just jaw-dropped. He had to scan over them. He scanned over them over and over again until he was sure his little brother wasn't there - He dragged Eric forward even more. The one final room and all of the children and the teacher were there, safe and sound - the kids were lined up against the wall, tears streaming down their little faces. The teacher was barely holding herself together, either. Alex busted through the door and looked across them all.
"Alex! Eric!" A traumatized and squeaky little voice called out, and with that, they saw little Carl dash out at them; Alex crouched and hugged him tight, shielding him in every way. Carl turned from Alex and then hugged Eric as well, sobbing and crying. Alex glanced around at everyone else and scratched the back of his head.
"Get them all out of here. Their parents must be outside, there's hundreds of people." He said to the teacher, who merely nodded and then escorted all of the students quickly out of the room. He looked back down at Eric and Carl, whom of which were just talking, but Eric was talking to calm Carl down, more than anything.
"Come on, bro... Daddy's outside, you gotta' be brave for us, okay?" He said to him, looking him in the eyes. He nodded and sobbed once again, his voice trembling while he wiped his eyes.
"Okay, but-but-but--.. I need--.. I need to pee..." He sobbed, Eric gave a simple smile and took a deep breath before nodding and rising up, holding his hand.
"Take him..." Alex said, looking out of the window of the class. He turned back to follow them out of the room once they started to leave; he watched Eric take Carl into the bathroom, and then leaned up against the wall to wait for them both. Screams erupted from several hallways down. It sounded so horrific and brutal – Just what the hell was going on? He heard kids screaming in terror and agony from only a short distance away. Whatever was going on, he just hoped that it wasn’t going to hit them. Hell, Alex and Eric were just in their regular classes when suddenly the principal ordered that everyone get ready for an emergency exit. It didn’t make sense. It made no sense whatsoever. He was just happy to see Eric and Carl exit the bathroom again so they could get out of there; he swept Carl up in one arm and then nodded at Eric as he began jogging down the hallway. The little one just kept his face hidden in Alex’s shoulder they advanced through the hallways – with every scream that broke out, Carl’s crying only became louder. They kept running, and running, and running – running until they got back outside; they saw hundreds of parents being reunited with hundreds of kids – some kids were lost and running around, crying out for help from anyone. As much as Alex wanted to be the good Samaritan and stay around to help out, but he couldn’t, he just needed to get his younger brothers to safety – he dashed back to the car that was pretty much swarmed by people and other vehicles, but they still managed to get there regardless. Alex got them all into the back seats and slammed the door shut – while he was busy taking a breather, Carl squirmed away from him and jumped into the front.
“Daddy!” He cried out as he flew into his arms. His father took an exaggerated sigh of relief as he held him close – he just let him sob in his arms for a while, but still gently hushed him and rocked him from side to side.
“It’s okay, son… We’re gonna’ get home and see mommy, okay? God, I’m so happy you’re okay.” He whimpered to him, Eric gave a deliberate loud sigh in annoyance. Eric was nice to Carl when he needed to be, but a lot of the time he always expressed how Carl was the ‘favorite child’ – there were no hugs and kisses and happiness when he was picked up from school today. It was just a simple ‘get in’ without so much as an explanation to what was going on. He was jealous, evidently, but after a quick elbow in the ribs from Alex he cut the attitude and just began sulking – he looked out of the window and didn’t make a sound. The sound he eventually did make, however, was a loud gasp as an unknown man shrieked and reached through the window beside his father and Carl. Carl screamed in terror as soon as he looked at him and scrambled into the back of the car once again – I say ‘car’, but it was a Range Rover, which was more suitable in this sort of situation. He clung to Alex’s side and hid his face, screaming and crying – Alex and Eric watched their father try and fight this attacker, but ended up having his arm locked in a tight grip.
“Dad! Get him off and drive!” Eric exclaimed.
“For Christ sakes!” His father screamed as the attacker tried sinking his teeth into his arm. This guy was a monster. He wasn’t a man anymore. “Shoot him, Alex! Fucking shoot him!” He screamed, Alex pulled out the gun from his pants and aimed it past his father’s head, his hand slightly shaking as he broke out into cold sweats. “SHOOT. HIM.” He demanded; Alex pulled the trigger, which only made Carl scream even more. He dropped the gun onto the floor of the vehicle when he watched the blood pour from the bullet hole in the attacker’s head. When the body slouched down he lied back in his chair and took several deep breaths.
“Jesus… Alex, you okay…?” Eric whimpered, Alex said nothing to him. He was completely shell-shocked; he’d just shot someone and he felt sick to his stomach – he should never have had that responsibility placed on him. It may have saved his father, but he felt dreadful – he could almost feel his consciousness dripping away from him like a block of melting ice. It was the most atrocious feeling he’d ever felt in his whole life – did this make him a murderer? Did he just kill a man in cold blood? So many questions bounced around his head, but he just kept Carl in a locked up hug with one arm while his eyelids fell heavy. The car had started moving already, and the increasing speed made him feel no better. He passed out right there and then.
**
He didn’t know how long it had been, but he woke up to shouting and crying – the car was still moving, too – Gee, his father sure was faithful that he hadn’t just keeled over there and then.
“Alex! Alex, wake up, man!” Eric yelled, shaking his arm. Alex shot his eyes open and gasped like a fish out of water; he then looked to him and looked around. “You passed out, man… You okay?” He asked, Alex looked at Carl who was clung to Eric and sobbing, and his father was still like some sort of robot – he was just driving. He showed almost no care anymore – they were in a neighborhood that he recognized. They weren’t too far from the nice Cul De Sac that they called home; there were no more screams where they were now, so he was hoping that it was going to stay that way and the whole situation at the school was just going to be forgotten about.
“.. Stop the car.” He blurted, his face turning green. His father looked in the rear-view mirror and sighed when he saw how ghastly and sick he looked. He stopped the car immediately and Alex instantly threw the door open and leaned out of it; five seconds later and he was busy vomiting up his lunch. He felt a bit better after that, there was no denying that – he went back in the car and closed the door, and within a couple of seconds not only was his father back to driving, but little Carl had crawled over to him and leaned up against him.
“.. Did you throw up?” He asked him, Alex sniffled and ruffled his hair weakly with one hand.
“Yeah, buddy… I did.” He replied, Carl sighed and set his head against his chest, holding onto his arm with both hands.
“Throwin’ up sucks…” He stated softly. “.. Do you feel bad?” He asked in addition, Alex sighed and hugged him with the one arm that he was holding.
“A little… But I feel kinda’ better, too.”
“Oh, that’s good.” He replied quietly, followed by closing his eyes – it was strange how Carl relaxed so quickly. I suppose that came with the realization that his brother hadn’t died. They were sat in silence from then on, but Eric had gone back to sulking – that was another thing that was a common occurrence in the family. Eric hated the way Alex prioritized Carl. He didn’t care about the kid’s age, either. He utterly shunned the fact that he was given so much attention. When they finally got back to the Cul De Sac they just all ran into the house and all got a hug from their mother – their mother was such a kind and caring person, and just by looking at her they could see how panicked and upset about them that she’d been. Of course, it lead onto her sitting with Carl and giving him continuous hugs and kisses. ‘Oh, don’t worry, mom. It’s not like we’re anything to be concerned about.’ Eric thought to himself, and with that he went and found his father.
“I’m goin’ across to my friend’s house.” He said simply, his father hesitated but then sighed.
“Fine… Be back soon, son…” He replied, Eric left the house of drama and just went out to chill out with his friend. Now, this friend was the craziest one he knew which is why he loved hanging out with him so much. He had the most high-tech stuff going from a next-gen gaming computer, a PS4, and better yet – porno magazines that he’d apparently ‘stolen from his father’s stash’ – quite an… Unconventional family home, indeed, but it was something new in Eric’s life which added a little bit of a twist to things. One of the main highlights of this kid’s house was the butterfly knives that he’d somehow gained. Two of them, and with that came a stitched up finger that almost got sliced off from trying to pull off ‘some cool ninja’ shit with them.
He saw a bite on his friend’s arm once he reached his bedroom – it wasn’t deep, but blood had been drawn. He looked pale, but also looked happy enough to see Eric; Eric was concerned at first, because he remembered the man that had tried to bite his father outside of the school – he brushed it off and shook his head, but first he was going to inquire about it.
“What happened to your arm, dude?” He asked, his friend shook his head and sent off a dismissive wave.
“Eh, some crazy kid walked up to me and bit me. I’m fine, don’t worry.” He said, he then went over to the computer desk and used his hand that didn’t have the previously half-severed finger on it to open up the drawer, and with that he pulled out two knife thigh holsters, both containing the butterfly knives – he tossed them onto the bed and nodded to Eric. “Try ‘em out, man.” He smiled, Eric laughed and ran over, flipping one of them out of the holster and then spinning the blade around by one half of the handle – he’d watched his friend do it before, so he’d learned a little from him, but the rest of it was all him – it must have been because of how precise he was with his fingers, or something.
“Awesome, man… Awesome.” He said, continuing to pull off a few tricks with the knives. His friend watched him and sighed.
“I’m jealous, you know? You can do that just fine, but when I tried, I nearly lost half my finger.” He said, chuckling darkly thereafter; Eric laughed himself but placed the knives down, looking around the room with a grin for a few moments.
“Got any more goodies from your dad’s closet?” He asked, his friend jumped up and ran over to the bed followed by crawling under it; after a bit of shuffling he came back up from under it with a black and pink magazine in hand. The fancy-styled text that was the princess pink, and the rest of the cover was black – the material coating the front and back pages were silky and smooth, and as soon as Eric saw the picture of the blonde-haired woman on the front he grinned and snatched it up. “Woo-ho-hooo… Fancy stuff. This is a step up from the stuff you usually take.” He said simply, his friend nodded and lied down on his bed.
“Yeah, if you think it’s good already you should see what it looks like on the inside. You can go ahead and keep that one, I ain’t bothered.” He chuckled softly as Eric flicked it open and went across some of the pages, his eyes widening – he soon came across a double-page image that had a picture of a naked woman on it once again; he held it up by one side and showed it to him.
“Look at the rack on this one, bro.” He laughed, his friend also laughed along with him and then looked up at the ceiling, he shut his eyes while Eric was busy looking through the magazine – Hah, a magazine like this that Eric got to KEEP always had its uses for him. He closed it up and dropped it down on the bed while trying on both of thigh holsters; he smiled and looked around, followed by turning to the body-sized mirror and inspecting himself for a few moments. “.. I’m gonna’ go use the bathroom, man. Back in a sec.” He said as he turned to his friend.
“Mhm…” His friend mumbled, he walked out of his room and went a short distance down the hallway to where the bathroom was – yeah, this was another part of his friend’s life that he was jealous of – half of the bathroom had been made into a wet room with a bathtub merged into it – it was amazing. Regardless, he quickly relieved himself, flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and then wandered back to his friend’s room – when he got there, his friend wasn’t on the bed, but was instead stood in the corner of his room with his head bowed – this had to have been one of his pranks, so he casually walked over and picked up the magazine before sitting down.
“You can drop it, Jake… I ain’t falling for your tricks anymore.” He chuckled, but Jake said nothing. He looked up at him and raised one eyebrow with a chuckle. “Okay… Jake! I said I’m not falling for it, cut it out!” He said to him, and then Jake slowly turned, his face pale and his mouth open – his eyes were diluted, and he slowly began shambling forward. This was one elaborate joke, and what Eric once feared was now believed – The way that thing tried to bite his father – Jake looked just like one of them. He slowly got up from the bed, magazine and thigh holsters still with him, and slowly raised his hands. “.. Jake… Come on, man… Stop it--” Jake lunged at him and he quickly yelped and jumped aside, sending Jake toppling over onto the floor – that’s when he made a break for it and exited his room, slamming the door shut behind him. “Jake! Get well soon, okay? I’ll--.. I’ll bring your stuff back! Call me!” He yelled out in a shaky and panicked voice; he tucked the porno mag into his pants after rolling it up and then dashed downstairs and out of the house. He literally charged in through the door of his own and then ran upstairs to his room, but of course, just as he was setting himself down in his office swivel chair and placing the magazine down on the desk, there was a knock at the door.
“Eric, you alright?” Alex called out.
“I’m fine! God, leave me alone for ten minutes, please?!” He yelled, he heard Alex sigh and walk away, and that’s when he started getting on with what he wanted to do – the hand lotion and box of tissues came out of the drawer in his desk and the magazine got opened – I think I’ll spare you the rest of the details of what went on here. Meanwhile, Alex was laying on his bed and merely thinking about what had happened, but little Carl had since done his best to forget about the whole ordeal, and had now come away from playing with some of his toys to use the bathroom.
**
Three days later and all three boys were sat around the dining room table, both Alex and Eric were in tears, but Carl didn’t know why – he tried to ignore it by simply doing some drawing and coloring with his crayons.
“What are we gonna’ do?” Eric sobbed, one hand covering his eyes while he shook his head. “We can’t just leave ‘em like that… Can we?!” He asked in desperation, Alex quickly struck his eyes with the back of his hands and took a shaky deep breath. He turned to Carl and forced a smile.
“Carl… I want you to go into the living room and do some coloring there – don’t open the curtains either, okay? Make sure you close the door.” He instructed, Carl looked at him and gave a worried smile before nodding and getting up without words; he took his crayons and paper pad with him and darted off into the living room. As soon as they heard the door slam, Alex pulled out The American Joe Colt M1911 that belonged to their father and set it on the table. “.. Who’s gonna’ do it?” He spluttered, wiping his eyes again.
“No! No, Alex! I can’t! I can’t, I can’t…” Eric panicked, his hands shaking as he covered his mouth and nose. Alex sobbed loudly as he picked up the gun and flicked the safety off – a part of him was tempted to just kill Eric and Carl and then shoot himself. It would have been easier than dealing with all the emotional trauma this and the rest of the world was going to put on them.
“Okay.” He blurted simply. “I’ll do it. But go and stay with Carl…” He instructed, once Eric left he stood up and went upstairs to their parents’ room. He heard groans and quiet shrieks from inside – there was no going back now. His father was going to die by his own gun – an honorable yet tragic tale. And the mother? She was going to die by the hand of one of the three people she loved most in the world.
He creaked the door open and peered inside, seeing only his blood-covered and undead parents walking towards him. He raised the gun at his mother’s head first and closed his eyes – he pulled the trigger and dropped her, letting out a loud cry as he did so. He then looked to his father and pressed the gun against his head while he tried to inch closer.
“I’m sorry, dad!” He cried as he shot him as well – Blood sprayed across the room before the second body finally dropped to the ground. He closed the door and threw the gun aside, sinking down to the ground and leaning against the door – he was crying and shaking, and soon fell to the ground entirely and pressed his face against the carpet, his tears leaking down onto it and creating a small damp spot.
One month later. October 23rd, 2014. (@Dolphan of Lyfe)
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