I pull out my pistol and aim at what used to be my mom. Blood was stained all over the floor, and my brother is missing. Did she eat my brother? I'm internally shaking. Outside, the noise of my gun has gathered more zombies. I grab my machete instead and slice it into bits, the brain destroyed. This thing has no right to be my mother anymore. After disturbing silence, Tim squeaks: "What are those?" "Zombies. And they will eat us or infect us if we stay." I whisper back. I grab a bag of my weapons and other stuff and motion in a silent wording of "Come. I'll protect you." We rush out of the building, but we sacrifice speed for stealth. Who knows how good the zombies' hearing is. "Ack!" Tom trips, forgetting about the "stealth" bit. Zombies start to crowd again. The zombies mainly focus on the one making noise (who would be Tim and Tom), and start to block them out from our sight. Instead of running, Tim stays close to his brother. "Tim, you need to go." Tom pleads. "No, I need to stay with you. I can't bear being without you!" He retorts. Zombies leap on top of the unfortunate twins. It's silent. Too silent. They couldn't have been holding their screams. They were only eight. I pull out my guns and do dual shots to the head until the zombies are dead. I step over the pile of zombies to find out that the pool of blood is too small for someone to have been eaten. Only bit. My eyes go into slits as I see two small zombies with matching black t-shirts with bold white labeling saying "BEST TWINS EVER". I freeze. That was exactly the shirt that the two had worn. They had been infected. And the new (but already rotting) bite marks were still on their skin that was bubbled with rashes. I walk up to the others. "They've been infected. We need to go." And so we go.
Inspired by the z-logs by lavacat2020 All characters by me
