At first it was just one lunatic here and there but then the lunatics became the normal and we began to realize only the ones with any hope left were considered the lunies. I’ve been racking my brain for hours trying to come up with one single solution, but none came close to arousing my conscious. My body needs to feed off the hope that Marv’s correct, and that we won’t just die and perish here alone.

POV Marvin

            “Jax… I can’t do this anymore. I’m sick and tired of just waiting for someone to come for us. This is complete bulls***, no one is going to save us, except for ourselves.” I start to sit up from the rickety wooden chair, rocking the table as I stand. I start to point out towards the window. “Those things out there are going to kill us, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday and when they do it’s going to be painful and slow. Unless you and I do something about it.” I walk over towards him, stepping lightly as to not make anymore noise. “I want to survive Jax, I want us both to survive. But we can’t do that unless we try.”

            “What do you even mean! This is surviving, if you didn’t know Marv. Are we dead? No! Did we turn? No! So I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me, okay!” He starts to pace frantically stressing out. “What we have here isn’t it good enough for you? *He sniffles* We’re both alive and we still have tons of supplies left to last us at least a year. So why can’t you see that we’re perfectly….” His answer was cut short by slamming on the door. The dead ones must have heard us arguing.

            “Hey, we need to go.” I say grabbing the two backpacks on the window sill. “That door won’t hold for long, this building is ancient, and look I’m sorry I really am, but this isn’t living for me. I wish it was, but it never could be.” I grab his arm pulling him towards me as I trudge through the kitchen trying to go to the second floor. We pass on by a mirror, a beautiful mirror, it portrays the fear on both of our faces perfectly.

            My 5”11 figure followed by his 6ft figure. We aren’t muscular but we are noticeably healthy and fit. My 27 year old, reddish brown hair, mud coloured eyes, and a 5 o’clock shadow. I’m wearing a green and grey flannel with a black undershirt, with a nice grey blue jeans, all accentuated by my cheap looking vans. Jax is 25 and a tad more lanky, basically he’s tall as hell, has grand green eyes, and the strangest brown hair. You’ll always find him fumbling his dumb glasses even though he owns plenty pairs of contacts. And you’ll always find him wearing this obnoxious hoodie from a band called monster cat, with his black jeans and high top converse shoes. Typical hipster I guess you could say.

            We quickly ran by the door hearing it shriek at the dead tear to break it open. As we start running up the stairs I can hear the door slamming open and all the sounds and noises those things makes. Once at the top of the stairs we barricade it with a couch, pushing it down the stairs in a position to make it rigid in place. Hopefully it holds long enough for us to escape I think. At the top of the stairs there is a fork, we run to the right. We then barge into what seems to be an unfinished baby room, taking all the supplies we kept hidden up here, Flashlights, more food, filled water canteens, spare knives, sleeping bags, and finally keys.

            “All right, let’s go they could have climbed up that couch and be making their way up these stairs at this moment.” Hurry close the door and push that drawer in front of it while I look for a clear way out.” Jax quickly nods uncertainty shining through his eyes, I feel bad. I hurry towards the window… “s***, it’s locked. What the hell?” I keep turning the locks but the window still won’t budge. “Jax I’m going to break it, throw me that crowbar.” As I turn around and see him struggling to keep the door closed, they made it to us, maybe we will die here. Walking for eternity never dying only causing death. An abyss of darkness.

            “Marv, help me!” Jax grunts as the door opens then wildly slams closed once more. It takes me a moment to decide what to do. I run past him snatching the crowbar and sprinting back to the window smashing it open. Excitement flares through me as I see the alley under us clear. But as I turn around a sight to behold is before me…

POV Jax

            I’m thankful for everything in my life that has ever happened to me. Whether it was getting beat by my step-mother, learning to trust others for once, or being saved by Marv. I guess this is what they mean by right before you die everything flashes before your eyes. So why do I see Marv in front of me slamming those dead beasts back with a crowbar? No idea but I’m feeling so tired and I want to sleep. “It’s not your time…” I hear a strange voice before I fall into a deep sleep…

Day of Outbreak. 2:00Pm
POV Christa

            “Christiana! Where are you? My daughter, please hurry!” I hear my father’s muffled shouting from underneath the floorboards of my bedroom. I was thoroughly excited and confused to hear about our surprise vacation this morning. I mean school break hasn’t even started yet, it’s like the middle of spring. I finally finish packing my suitcase and backpack full of clothes, iPod, make-up, pepper-spray, all the basic essentials for a 17yr old female. My brother, Gregor, breaks into my room just as I finish topping my ensemble; high top black boots, black tights, or what I like to call leg-socks, a grey skirt, black tank with a leather jacket. Just to top it off as well a nice fedora to cover my curly black hair, which perfectly fits my tan skin. 

            “Gǎnkuài shàngle dìyù (Hurry the hell up)” He yells at me, in our native tongue of chinese, before closing my door. To be honest he can be a total jerk, but I guess that’s just the perk of being an older brother. I grab all my bags before noticing the hiking knife my mother left me. “Sorry mom, but I’m not leaving you behind yet.” I say before shoving the knife in my pocket. I exit my dark navy blue room smudged in painted murals, and enter the dull eggshell coloured main hall. I quickly jog down the stairs before realising I haven’t heard anything in a few minutes, which is even too long for Gregor… “Something’s seems a bit off. Bàba, Nǐ zài nǎ