This was for a school project. My teacher said to write a story. So I did. Enjoy!
I pointed the gun to his new, ghostly form. Spencer let out a deep growl. “I’m sorry, Spencer.” Bang. His body fell on the cold now bloody ground. You may be asking, what is going on? I’ll tell you. It all started on a sweet Sunday night in 2006.
I had just snuck out of my house; my parents were fighting again. “I can’t wait to be 18. I’m tired of all of this.” I fling my small red bag over my left shoulder. The night was cool and serene. The stars peeking through the abyss. I stood on the sidewalk, my head tilled up. The slight breeze danced over my face. It was impeccable how beautiful the sky was.
My phone started to vibrate in my back pocket. I reached for it, bringing it to my face. There was no caller ID. I still answered. Maybe it was a friend that got a new number or something. “Hello?” Nothing. Not one tiny peep. “Hello? Is anyone there?” silence was the only thing on the other end.
I hung up the phone a little spooked. “I need to stop watching so many horror movies at night,” I muttered under my breath as I put my phone back in my pocket. Now fight or flight was on. Glancing around me, I was all alone. No one was on the street or hiding behind a tree. The call with no one responding scared me.
Abby tilled her face back up to the sky. The moon was at it’s pinnacle. So perfectly round, shining a bright orange. She closed her grassy eyes and smiled sweetly at the moon. As she let out a breath, the chilly air mixed with the warmth of hers. The carbon dioxide and fresh oxygen acting as if they were Tom and Jerry.
Suddenly, Addy’s phone started to vibrate. Zapping her backside. Her eyes paying a quick, two second visit to her eyebrows. “Hello?” Abby held the phone to her left ear. She waited for an answer. Nothing. But then, she could hear something. Deep and heavy breathing. Shivers when up her back. “This isn’t funny,” tears formed in her seaweed green eyes. The beathing continued. After a few more seconds Abby hung up. She looked around her again. No one was there. Only her and the night sky.
Her phone started ringing again. Annoyed, she answered the phone again. “This better not be some stupid prank! I will find you!” Abby screams echoed through the big Neiborhood. Bouncing house to house.
“Hiya,” a deep voice whispered in my ear. Before I could do anything, the man wrapped his arms around my torso. One of his hands flew to my mouth, covering it with a rag he had. My vison became burry, my breath slowing down, as my body weakened.
The next thing I know, I wake up in a dark hospital room. I could hear a very loud, high pinched beeping coming from beside me. The beeping was coming from a heart monitor. The room was freezing, it felt as if I was in the arctic. My body still felt weak. It was hard to breathe in the dusty air. “Whose mom didn’t teach them how to clean?”
I looked around this dubious room to see two grey doors. The doors were bolted shut. I sat up from the hard bed underneath me. If the word “boring” was a room, this would be it. The room was so dark and plain.
“Scar, I think she’s in here!” A male’s voice echoed from the outside. Footsteps could be heard getting closer and closer to Abby. Abby pulled her knees close to her chest, her arms wrapping themselves around them. Confusion and fear took over her body as the footsteps stopped right in front of the doors.
Silence took over the room. “Hey, Princess, you should move out the way!” Another male’s voice yelled from the other side of the door. After a few moments, the door on the right flew open. The bolts flying everywhere. Abby flings herself off the bed onto the hard floor. As Abby looks up from the side of the bed, she sees the dust becoming a fog type of form. She can see two men in the fog. The men stepped inside the room.
“Where would she go? Was she even here to begin with?” “I’m sure she was! I saw the helicopter and heard them said something about a girl.” “Oh, there she is,” the taller one stepped closer to Abby. He was only a foot away. “It’s ok, we’re not going to hurt you. We’re here to help you,” he kneels in front of her and holds out a hand. Abby hesitated before grabbing his hand. The man helps her up, still holding her hand.
“I’m Spencer Graham and this is Benjman Arthur,” Spencer gave Abby a small, but welcoming smile. “I’m Abby Stanheight. Do you know where we are?” “Not really. All we know is that we’re in an old hospital with zombies.” “Or zombie like creatures,” Spencer adds taking his hand away from Abby’s. “Am I dreaming?” “Let’s see,” Spencer pinches Abby’s forearm. “Ow! That hurts,” “there’s your answer then. You’re not dreaming,” Benjman chuckled. “But zombies aren’t real” “now they are!” Benjman cheered, making Spencer side-eye him. “Anyways, we should get going to continue to find our way out of here. Come on, Princess” Spencer held his hand out for her again. Abby playfully rolls her eyes and takes his hand.
The duo, now being a gang, showed Abby around the hospital. They showed her where and where not to go when she’s alone. Abby enjoyed her new friends, asking them questions and sharing stories. She found out that Benjman is 24, 6’0, loves dogs and is an only child. While Spencer was 29, 6’3, loves music and has 4 sisters. They both had deep brown hair and were in the same birth month. They were both from Austin, Texas, just like Abby. In only one hour, they all got to find out many things about each other. It was amazing. Only one hour to make Abby feel like she found her forever home within these two guys.
After talking for an hour, the gang got their things together and made their way to the front doors. Benjman explained to Abby that they needed a code to open the door. No one knew the code as for days, Benjman and Spencer have been looking for a way out of there. Abby took understanding to this. Now the gang was looking together as one. Going level to level. Hiding from and shooting at the monsters. Life felt good, but sadly, everything must come to an end.
Me, Spencer, and Benjman were on the second floor looking for any hint of what the code could be. Loud growls of the zombies could be heard down the hall. Spencer grabbed Benjman and my hand, pulling us away from the doorway. We all knelt down behind a desk. The zombies slowly walked by the door. I cover my mouth. I haven’t come this close to zombies. I was so terrified; tears slowly formed in my eyes. Spencer saw this and hugged me. Benjman soon hugged me too. After the zombies fully left the hallway, we got out of our hiding spot.
Benjman gave me a comforting smile, “you’re gonna be ok. We promise, right Spencer?”
“Yes sir” he up handed Benjman. The sound alerted the zombies. They started to make their way back to us.
“Are you kidding me?!” Benjman huffed angrily at Spencer. “Sorry dude,” he felt embarrassed sadness taking over his mind and body. “Whatever.” Benjman scoffed, grabbing Abby, and pulling her away from the danger. Spencer stays still for many long seconds tears forming in his eyes.
“Spencer! Get over here,” Abby held out her hand for him. Her worried eyes looking into his watery eyes. A warming smile formed from Abby’s mouth letting Spencer know she forgave him. His tattooed arm reaching from her gloved hand.
“Leave him, I know the code. I’m not going to die because of this stupid idiotic fool.” Benjman gripped Abby’s wrist, tight. It felt as if she was a witch about to be burned at the steak. His hands never letting go, holding her in place by his side.
“Benjman stop, that hurts!” She shrieked at the sharp pain in her wrist, Benjman dragging her carelessly down the hall as zombies chased after them. Spencer watched in horror and shook at this horrify scene playing rapidity in front of his own very two almond eyes. His slim long legs moved him from his spot on the cold hard ground, taking him to Benjman and Abby. He knew Benjman was insane, that’s why in was in jail for 6 years until he broke out. Why was he in jail? He stalked and murdered a girl, because she rejected him to go with him to prom. He had already been stalking the girl for a few months, knowing she had a boyfriend, but did that stop him? Nope.
Day after day, he would flirt with her, buy her flowers and write little lobe letters to her. She was what they call a “popular girl”, while Benjman was just another soccer player. All she wanted was friendship. Not to be murdered in cold blood.
Spencer raced the monsters and time, wanting and needing to make it out of there. But he wouldn’t. Benjman pushed Abby to the ground, turning to Spencer with fire in his dark eyes. The devil’s eyes. At this moment, it seemed like Benjman wasn’t human, but an entity coming out of hiding from these humans he stood in front of. The man glared at each other with hatred burning into their souls.
“You are not going to cost me my freedom! Do you hear me, Spencer!? I am not going to die because of you being stupid. No worried why you lost your daught-”
“Shut up! You have pushed me enough. You know that’s not true, I lost my daughter because of cancer,” Spencer growled as those hurtful words brought tears and memories be to him.
“Maybe if you weren’t making your way around women, you could have seen it earlier.” Benjman smirked knowing he had the upper hand in this word battle. He crossed his arms over his chest, “just say it. You failed, you are a failure to yourself, your family. To the whole darn world.” His brutal words hit harder than any punch Spencer has ever been hit with. Abby started to wake up after being knocked out for a little nap on the cold ground. Her eyes blinking away the dust like virson becoming less and less burry.
As Spencer was taught up in his thoughts, Benjman pushed Spencer into the crowd of zombies coming their way, snapping him back into reality. Benjman’s gun fell from his belt onto the floor in front of Abby. She let out a blood crudiling scream, “Spencer.” The zombies grabbed any limb they could, biting and eating most of his arms. Benjman laughed out loud crazily, as if he were manic. He glanced over his shoulder at a panic and broken Abby. Her nose bleeding mucus, eyes spilling waterfalling and lips trembling. Blood sprayed one of the walls where the zombie tour Spencer apart.
“Let’s go Abby. Be mine and we should live a happy ever after together with many children,” he smiled holding an untrustworthy hand out.
“No,” Abby sat up from her last position.
“What did you say to me, darling?” His face took in a bit of a shock at her answer. “Say that again.”
“I said, No.” her voice louder than before. “You just killed your friend-” “friend? He was just someone I was trapped with for a few days.” “A few days? Y’all were here for two months! Two whole months, you two were stuck with each other living together as y’all fought for your lives!”
“Who cares anyways? Now me and you can live a very happy life with each other.”
“I don’t even know you! Plus, I am 17.” “Age is just a number, sweetie,” Benjman reached out for Abby. She dropped down and grabbed his gun that he had made fall from the earlier battle with Spencer. Abby got into her new position, her left knee touching the ground, her foot on the ground too. The gun aimed perfectly at Benjman.
He let out a short chuckle. "Do you really think you will kill me? I don’t think so.” “Why not?” “Because I don’t see ‘killer’ in your-” Bang. His still warm body l fell onto the shing white floor. Now it is stained pink. A puddle of blood slowly leaked from his neck. Benjman let out his last breath as a cough, blood flying out of his mouth.
“Everyone has killer in them, hiding just below their heart. Or stupid people would show it in their eyes.” Her words being the last thing Benjman would ever heard. She wiped away the blood from her cheek looking up from the dead body to see the zombies rushing to her. Abby ran over to Benjman, remembering him saying he had the code. Maybe it was written on a piece of paper? He must have had it somewhere on him.
She checked his pants, shirt, shoes but didn’t find the code. Burning lava tears fell quickly down her face, she stood up and made a run it. Running faster than Ricky Bobby could drive to the finish lane. Her enemies right now being the two strong bullet glass doors blocking her way out and the zombies chasing her. She made it to her enemy, staring them die on.
Pushing and crying to let her out as the zombies made their way closer and closer to third lunch. “6,7,3,4,3” a deep voice echoed through the giant room. Abby pressed the number keys. The panel shined a bright green light meaning she was free. Abby shoved the doors open bolting it out of there. The doors close behind her making her safe from the danger inside.
She looked back at the zombies, breathing heavily. She lets out a soft chuckle, turning back to the clear path ahead of her. Too bad she couldn’t rest. It all happened so quickly. The new Spencer now one of the monsters, made his way to Abby. She raised her gun at him like she did with Benjman, this time standing up.
Now his body was even colder than before, laying on the grass. His eyes were still open. Not the beautiful dark brown anymore, now a white and veiny look. It took on a creepy vide. How was Abby going to live with this? Knowing that she killed two men.
When Abby was distracted, the zombies managed to open the opens, running out of the hospital and attacking Abby from behind. Her blood and guts flying over the overgrown grass. Everything went black. No more thoughts. No more family. No more music. Only the ice-cold place they called “the afterlife”.
Too bad everything happy must come to an end
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