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Zombies
Almost blending in with the white hospital bed, a pale, blonde girl fluttered her eyes. Her father took a syringe and filled it with a strange silver liquid. A tear fell on her brow as he injected her with the substance. Afterwards she slumped back on the chair beside her bed and once again took in his surroundings. A pink cheery room with china dolls and trophies covered the room, but messing with the image of a healthy 8-year-old room, medicine papers the table, and wires all connecting to the girl dominated the room. He sighed…it took a lot of money and effort to get the supplies he needed but he wasn’t going to let his one and only daughter suffer in a cold hospital. He looked at his pride and joy and hoped that the “curisene” was working. He had spent the last 15 years, even before his daughter was born, perfecting. He had a general idea of what it could do and tested it many times, but never on a human being. It was the last hope for his daughter though. Soon cancer would overtake her small, fragile body, and she would die. He brushed away the limp hair, and saw with astonishment, color coming back to her cheeks. He looked at the monitors. Her heart rate seemed normal, the first time for 9 months. He quickly looked back, frightened. Her eyes slowly opened and when she saw her father, she smiled. “Hi…dad.”
One year later
“It seems that all of our health problems are over. Since of that amazing discovery made by Dr. Thomas Whitefeird, almost all-major diseases have been wiped out! The “curisene” has been spread across the-“Thomas Whitefeird snapped off the television and smiled.
“Janie pumpkin! Time for bed! Janie, answer me! Janie?!” yelled Thomas Whitefeird as he rushed to his daughters’ room. As he always did when she didn’t answer, although for the past year she seemed fine, he always fretted about a relapse. “Janie!” he yelled frantically. He burst though Janie’s door ignoring the poster of a popular singer that he could never remember the name of. He then almost fell in the middle of the room, when he saw Janie sitting limply on the bed.
“D-dad…” she whispered, “I f-feel all weird. What’s wrong w-with me? Her eyes rolled over, and she fell on the bed.
“Janie!” yelled Thomas Whitefeird frantically. He scrambled over to the bed and held his daughters’ head. “Janie!” she looked up with hazy eyes.
“Eeeeegghhh….” She moaned. Suddenly she started to bite and scratch at her dad making deep trenches in his skin.
“JANIE!” screams Dr. Whitefeid. As he strapped her to her bed. He was glad that he worried over seizures. As she struggled, no longer able to speak and apparently wanting him dead. He went and checked her heart rate and other medical things, not even seeming to notice his own wounds. His eyes widened. “Janie…” he checked her stats again, knowing that it wasn’t wrong. Her skin was clammy and cold and she had deep sunken eyes. She was dead. But Janie was still thrashing around in her bed. It couldn’t be possible but there was the proof right in front of him. No heartbeat, no nothing. His hand absentmindedly scratched his wounds. He felt dizzy and he wanted to sleep. He crashed to the ground. A minute later he sat up, with sunken eyes and clammy skin. He ran out of the room, not noticing his still-raving daughter on the bed.
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Humans
One year earlier
“Can you believe it?” Veeba squealed, “He’s better! He’s better!”
“Veeba, you’ve said that a thousand times now. We’re all very happy that your boyfriend is better but how about we talk about something else now?” said her mother sighing.
“Mom, you know I don’t like the name Veeba, I want to be called Viola. Veeba is just weird. And people always mispronounce it. I still have no idea how you came up with It.” Complained Veeba. She then paced the hospital waiting room not caring that everyone else in the room was glaring at her. “He’s better” she mumbled to herself. “After a year of leukemia, he’s better. Thank you Dr. Whitefeird for your medicene. Thank you God.” Then forgetting herself yelling to the amazement of the others in the waiting room, “THANK YOU!” her mouth gaped open, “ummm… hello. I was just going now…. So…. Ummm…. Yeah. Goodbye. She backed up right into a nurse. “Oh hello. Can he come out now?” the nurse nodded and walked into the next room, leaving a very tired looking teenager.
“Hey. What’s up? Are you gonna stand there or welcome me?” joked Veebas’ boyfriend.
Veeba tried to stop looking astonished and whispered, “Brian? Brian is that you?” she ran up to him and kissed him on the cheek. “Brian! I’m so glad you’re all right! Oh I’m so happy! That medicine is a miracle!”
One year later
“Brian! Brian, come on! Hurry!” demanded Veeba gasping for air, “Hurry! Those…. Those things aren’t fast but I don’t want them to get any closer! Please Brian! Don’t just stand there!” Veeba stepped back. Brian turned around. You could see his pale skin, sunken, emotionless eyes…. Veeba ran out of the room with Brian chasing her. If she were in a laughing mood, she would have called him the running dead. She dashed into a spare room in her house where she and Brian had bolted into to escape from those…. Well…the only word she could think to use was zombies. She had no idea how it happened but all she could remember was that they just suddenly popped up everywhere. “Oh no….” she whispered as she heard multiple people at the outside of the door. Then she heard grunting and scratching as they were trying to figure a way in. “Brian.” She turned around and ran into a warm woolen shirt.
“Hello. Are you in need of assistance from the living dead in your lovely house? My name is Ezekial, but you can call me Zeke if you want. May I have the honor of your name?”
Veeba just stared at the young dignified man who was standing in her spare room. He had blond unkempt hair that was about shoulder leangth. He was tall for his age – she guessed about 18 – and was wearing very nice clothes. The only thing that bothered her was his over-politeness and him standing in her room. She stepped back and trying to sound strong but wavering in her voice questioned, “H-how did you get in here?”
“The window of course. I would have come through the front door if I could though. Now about your safety, I would be glad to help.”
“Are you crazy? I am NOT going anywhere with you. I would rather go with the zombies!” she screamed hystarically. “Go AWAY!”
Zeke sighed, and said, “I was afraid that it would come to this. Please forgive me.” Zeke then picked up Veeba and threw her over his shoulders.
“What are you doing!!” she yelled, “Let go of me you MONSTER!”
“Monster…. Funny.” Zeke muttered under his breath. “Come along then.” He said in a louder voice.
“W-what? Where are you –“ Veebas’ voice was cut off when Zeke suddenly climbed out of the window and jumped on the roof. When she regained her voice she screamed, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” It didn’t really matter what she asked because he wasn’t listening. He was paying too much attention towards the zombies below them. Zeke jumped from Veeba’s house to the next door neighbors. “Oh. My. God.” Whispered Veeba to herself.
“Not quite” laughed Zeke. Who then jumped to another house.
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