Part One: The Hobo

The Hobo

*One day before the outbreak*

Amelia, I whisper turning into an old and musty ally way. AMELIA, I whisper scream getting worried.

I'm over here,calls Amelia from behind a very disgusting trash bin.

Amelia,it's two in the morning what are you doing out here,I say squatting next to her.

He was crying again, she says opening her jacket to reveal a dog drenched in mud from head to toe.

He could have rabies for all we know, I say taking the dog out of her jacket.

Can we please keep it, she asks doing her infamous puppy eyes. No, I say sternly grabbing her hand and pulling her up. Can we at least help it, she says pleading. If I say yes will you shut up, I ask. She nods vigorously and squats down to pick up the dog.

Mom, I found her, I say putting my keys on the circular table in the living room. Thank God, where was she, she asks glaring at Amelia. However Amelia doesn't seem to notice since she was to busy kissing the hell out of the poor dog.

AMELIA, don't kiss the thing, he could be carrying some sort of disease, I say grabbing the dog, again, out of her grip.

Talking about disease, have you heard anything about the disease spreading in Russia, she asks as I walk into the bathroom.

No I haven't, I say turning on the water to shower the dog. Turn on the news Amelia, says my mom walking out of the restroom and into the living room.

But mom I'm watching Miraculous Lady Bug, she wines. I don't care put it on, my mom warns. Amelia quickly changes the channel not wanting to feel the wrath of our mother.

Now moving on to more pressing matters. In Russia the so called z-virus has taken a turn for the worse. With more people getting infected each day small businesses and schools have closed. Symptoms for the z-virus include vomiting, dizziness, the craving of human flesh, and pain in the brain.

Suddenly the television started malfunctioning and went to static.

Oh dear God, poor people living there, says Amelia. This is bad, the question isn't wether or not it's coming the real question is WHEN it's coming, says my mom grabbing my keys from the table.

Where are you going, I ask her. They'll probably close all the shops tommorow, I have to get some supplies, she says opening the door leading outside. Wait, I'll go with you, I say volunteering.

Amelia, honey we'll be right back okay, stay put, says my mom hugging Amelia while I put on my shoes.

Don't worry squirt, you have doggo to protect you from anything I say giving her a reassuring squeeze.Protect her dog, got it, I say glaring at him.

Come on, Shayla we better get going, before other people get the same idea, my mom says opening the door.

Got everything we need, my mom asks me while holding 10 bags of her own. I believe so, I say struggling to carry 5 bags.

As we walk towards our truck I hear coughing near the parking lot which was established on the edge of the woods.

Help...*cough*...me, I've been robbed... *wheeze*...and stabbed, says a man in his 70s walking towards us.

Shayla get in the truck, my mom orders me. What, no he sic-, I try saying. Exactly, now get in the truck, my mom says. She gets in the truck and turns on the engine which roars to life.

As I sit in the passenger seat she pushes past me and digs through some bags until she comes back up with a loaf of bread.

If I don't come back in 2 minutes, she instructs me while stuffing her small dagger into her pocket. Then leave, she says staring at me. What no I'm not leaving you, I say grabbing her wrist firmly. Promise me, she says.

Fine, I hesitate. Good now wait here, she says grabbing the loaf of bread and exiting the truck.

One minute left, I say to myself looking at my phone. Suddenly the door opens revealing my mom.

Thank God, I was starting to worry I say hugging her. As I touch her shoulder I could feel her shirt was drenched in a liquid substance.

Mom, I ask getting worried noticing her hands were also covered in blood. Why are you covered in blood, I ask.

She starts sobbing then says, he had gone mad he...he tried to bite me.

But why are you drenched in blood mom, I ask. He had gone mad I had to do what I had to do, she says trailing off. And what did you have to do, I ask. No answer. What did you do, I ask once more. I...I...I killed him, she says driving off in the direction of our apartment. You what, I screamed making us almost steer off the road.

As we parked on the street we hopped of and went upstairs into our apartment.

Let's talk about this some other time, my mom says setting down the supplies on the table.

Amelia, I shout grabbing the gummies I got just for her. I brought you some gummies, I say shouting again.

Amelia, I say walking into the living room. AMELIA, I shout loud enough to be heard within a 10 mile radius.

There sitting in a chair was Amelia her mouth shut with duct tape and her hands and feet tied to back of the chair.

As I move towards her I hear a slight click and then a masculine voice behind me, howdy there, mind putting your precious little hands up, for me, he says pointing a gun at my head.

Shayla, have you seen-, my mom says before dropping all the groceries she was holding on the floor.

Hello momma,he says giving her a smile. Get the hell away from my daughters, she says moving closer to us.

One more step precious and I'll shot all three of you, he says giving us another smile.

I'll say this one more time, get the hell away from my daughters, says my mom moving closer.

BAM!

MOM, I shout. She looks at me tears forming in both our eyes.

As I squirm under the man's firm grip he lets go of me and dashes off toward our kitchen probably to steal whatever we had.

Shayla, take this, she says handing me a very worn out chain with two rings dangling from it.

Mom, please don't leave me like dad did, I say memories of my dad flooding my head.

Take care of Amelia for me, she says blood swarming from her mouth.

No, because your going to take care of her mom, I say tears falling from my eyes and onto her shirt which was drenched with more blood from her wound.

She looks me one more time in the eye and hands me her small dagger. Finish my suffering, she says as her eyes turn a dark and foggy shade of gray.

MOM, I shout backing away. The moment I back away she started throwing and coughing up blood.

MOM, I shout. ARGH, she growls standing up. As she lunges at me I remember here pleading, saying to end her misery.

I am so sorry mom, I say grabbing her small dagger from my pocket.

As I pin her against the wall, my vision blurring from the tears I start stabbing her. Over and over and over again in her stomach.(Totally did not get this from Z Nation)

WHY WON'T YOU DIE, I shout at her hoping for the response I knew I wasn't gonna get.

BAM!

*The end of part one*

Hello I'm dropping this new story right now because I'm addicted to zombie stories and movies right now.

If you want to watch a good zombie show I recommend Z Nation because it is hella good...way better than the Walking Dead.