My name is Hannah, but most people call me Han for short. I lived a normal life, like any other person would. Of course, the day my life changed happened when no one expected it. I was only 11 at the time.
It all started with a warm, sunny day. The sun was beginning to set, with the warmth still in the air; I was in my room, listening to some music while reading a fantasy novel. My parents were downstairs, either watching TV or working. I never minded that my dad wasn't that reliable, but my mom certainly did. Hey, no one's perfect!
I could hear the faint voice of a man coming from downstairs. The voice seemed to creep through the small crack of my door and somehow drift up to my ears. I try to ignore it, and continue reading on. However, what I hear next makes my eyes widen.
A scream. Not like an old movie scream from the movies my parents watch, but a scream that makes me shiver and have butterflies in my stomach. I hear a faint slam of the door, and I'm starting to wonder if that really came from the TV. Turning off my music, I quietly creep out of my bedroom and I notice my parents are gone.
Panic comes from my brain to my stomach, and I hear a noise from the kitchen. I sigh a bit in relief, thinking it was my mom. Maybe dad went out. However, my luck ran out. The moment I was about to go downstairs, at the bottom, was a creature like I have never seen before.
Torn skin, hollow eyes, teeth that look broken, and blood all around it. On its shirt and pants. When it sees me, it growls and starts to walk towards me. I'm paralyzed by fear for a split second, before I sprint into my room and lock the door. Panting, I cover the door with my dresser, bed, and any other heavy objects or furniture I could find. I have never been so scared in my life.
That's when I realize I have no escape. I begin to take deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, but fear and horror have taken over my body. Tears form in my eyes as I hear the growling and scratches from outside my door, and I know that I'm going to die, either by starvation or if that creature gets me.
I wait, maybe for three days, for the creature to leave, but it never does. The growling and scratching become unbearable to me, because that's the only thing I can hear.
Then, I hear a door open. From downstairs. Was that my parents, coming with the police to get that awful thing away from me? I hear a voice. It belongs to a guy.
"Trying to get someone, eh?" He says. I hear a gunshot, and the growling and scratches stop. Relief fills my body. But that man, he has a gun. Was he dangerous? I hear a knock on my door.
"Anyone here?" He asks. I wipe my eyes, trying to calm down, once again. This time, I'm actually able to.
"Yeah, I'm here. An actual human." I reply. I hear the man trying to open the door, but the furniture keeps him out.
"How long have you been here?" He asks. I reply that I've been here for maybe 3 days, which makes him sigh, probably in pity.
"How old are you?" He asks. "Is there anyone else with you?"
"I'm 11, and no one's with me. My parents left." I said. There was a short silence.
"Can you open the door?" He asks. My silence gave him the answer of hesitation, and a possible no. "Hey, how can you treat a man that just saved your life like that?" He has a point. I finally give up, and pull the furniture away.
The person in front of me was more like a young man with dark brown hair and eyes. I look at the mirror behind him, and see myself. My brown hair was tangled, and my eyes red from crying.
"You feel okay?" He asks me. I nod.
"Oh, sorry. My name is Perry. I'm 18 years old, and I'm trying to find any survivors." He explains. I nod.
"I'm Hannah." I reply. He smiles, and we head downstairs. My eyes turn to the kitchen, and they're filled with tears. My mom is on the floor, dead. She was probably eaten by the creature. Perry pats my shoulder.
"I'm sorry about your loss," he said. I take in a breath.
"Let's move on," I said. We meet my dad's body outside, obviously also eaten. I move on, trying to be brave.
"Your parents were just eaten!" I thought. "Stop being heartless!" But I can't show any signs of weaknesses. Perry leads me to a huge tree.
"Home, sweet home." He said. I'm confused for a second, until he
bangs on the tree three times. A ladder appears, and we climb it
until we're high above the ground. Perry gathers the ladder, and
I'm surprised at the scene before me.
There are wooden houses, everywhere. Some have signs above them, like "Food" and "Water" and "Extra Clothes". Perry leads me to one of the houses, where there's a single bed and a desk.
"You can live here," he said before leaving. I sit on the bed, struggling to rethink everything.
Normal day. Hideous creature. Perry saves me. Parents dead. Tears form again, but I manage to stay strong and wipe them away. I need to be strong if I'm going to survive. I go outside and ask Perry on what those things were, and what's going on.
"Have you heard of a zombie?" He asks. I nod. "Well, those things are zombies. A scientist tried to bring back the dead, but it was an experiment gone wrong. He killed all the zombies, but one that escaped to your house. I'd say your parents might be zombies by now." I frown at the last sentence, but I managed to nod.
At first, I admit, I was bitter towards Perry. He was too straight forward. But, in time, I grew on him, and eventually I could call him my best friend and companion. We had a lot of good times together, but there are too many to name. There was this one time when Perry taught me how to use a gun.
It was about a few months after Perry first found me. The zombies were multiplying, and I knew I wasn't safe. Perry and I walked to the abandoned supermarket and we climbed to the top of the center building. Perry sighed, and his face got serious.
"Okay, Han," He said. "The zombie population is increasing, and I
know that we might be separated at some point. You need to learn
how to use the gun." I don't protest, and eagerly take the gun in
my hands. I was actually quite excited! But then, I realized on
how much damage I could do. My hands start shaking, and I drop
"I can't do it, Perry. I'm scared…" I said. Perry sighed, and put the gun back in my hand, but this time, he's guiding me.
"Okay, see that zombie over there?" he asks, and I nod. "Simply aim, and pull the trigger." He helps me on the first one, so I'm able to kill the zombie easily. However, there were no more zombies in sight. Perry told me to wait, and in seconds, there are zombies everywhere. They were attracted to the sound of the gun. It made me feel sad, to be using the zombies as practice. But I need to be safe.
I point the gun at a zombie, and pull the trigger. It misses, but
hits another zombie and kills it. I smile in triumph, and it went
on like that for the rest of the day. Eventually, the zombies
wandered off while Perry and I were taking a break.
I actually admit, it was the greatest adventure of my life to be with Perry. He's like the awesome brother/father I never had.
But then, the fun always ends.
There were many times when we had to kill actual humans. Like one girl, who was screaming for help. She was around Perry's age, and we took pity on her and let her travel with us for a bit. But then, one night…
"What are you doing?" I ask the woman, whose name was Regina. She was carrying our supplies, and she pointed a gun at me, glaring.
"Don't talk, you brat." She said. "You're going to give me away! If you tell Perry, I swear I'll-"
"You'll what, Regina?" A voice said. We turned to see Perry, gun and all. Regina, startled, moved backwards until she accidently fell over. We heard her scream, threaten, and beg for us to bring her back up. She began to scream even louder when she saw the zombies moving in. Pity, not anger, was why I shot her.
And then… There comes a time when you make a decision.
A decision you can't turn back on.
It started with me and Perry, and we were running low on food. We decided to check the areas, and we came across a police station. I searched around, until I realized that Perry wasn't behind me.
"Perry?" I said, into the dark. "Perry?!" I began to walk
forward, when I hear my name being called.
"Ha…Hann…Hannah…!" The echoes called. Relieved, I begin to walk towards the echoes, when an agonized scream makes me run. I ran out of the building and took turns until I saw Perry.
With a zombie on his arm.
Perry screamed at me to help him, and I was paralyzed in fear for a second, just like when I first saw a zombie. I snapped out of my trance, and with shaky hands, I picked up a gun and quickly shot the zombie. I was relieved it was dead, until I remembered Perry. I ran towards him, who collapsed against a wall.
"Perry!" I screamed his name. He had a deep bite in him, and he tried to smile.
"Han, it's fine, I'm okay, it's just a little bite," He said, but I shake my head.
"No, you'll turn into one of…. Them!" I said. He shakes his head.
"Han, there's a cure." He says. "But you have to hurry, or else the infection will take over me. It's a rose, but you have to get the white rose. The one that looks like snow. It can supposedly heal anything. It's another science experiment." I nod, and begin looking for the rose. I see a flower stand with two zombies around it, but I don't have time. I casually walk towards the flower stand, and I shoot the zombies in the process. I look through the stand, and I see a white rose standing out of the red ones.
Running, I go back to Perry. I put the petal over Perry, and
wait. I'm practically praying for Perry to be healed, and Perry's
eyes close. When he opens them, they're hollow for a second,
before going back to normal.
"No…! I got the wrong flower!!" I said, angrily.
"Its okay, Han." Perry said, but I'm pulling on my hair. "Han, calm down, I'm going to be okay." His voice calms me a bit. Tears spill out of my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Perry." I said. I don't bother to wipe the tears, because I know it's useless. I sit next to Perry and hug him. He hugs me back, and I rest my head on his shoulder. He really is like the brother or father that I never had, even though he's 19 now.
"I'll always protect you, Han." He said.
"I want to stay with you." I said, but I know it's not possible. He'll turn into a zombie, and I'll have to move on without him. Then, an idea forms in my head. It's unbearable, but brings some hope to me. I point to gun to my head, and Perry's eyes widen, and he tries to pull the gun down.
"No, Hannah, I'm not letting you die for me!" he shouts, but I shake my head.
"I don't want to be alone, Perry!" I practically screech. "I want to stay here, with you, and I don't care what I have to do!" Perry stops, and let's go of my hand. He begins to groan a bit, obviously in pain because of fighting off the infection.
"I'll always be with you." He says. I point the gun to my head again, and when I'm pulling the trigger, I begin to have second thoughts. But it's too late now, because I see blood, and then darkness.
Perry watched as Hannah fell onto his lap, lifeless and bloody. He began to cry for the girl. He stopped fighting against the infection, and let it take over his body. It was unbearably painful, but he didn't complain. Because Hannah didn't.
A couple were walking around, when they heard something. Groans, coming from the side of a police station. Creeping inside, they saw a zombie with brown hair, sick skin, and torn clothes with a blood stain. They prepared to kill it. However, they saw something behind it. A young girl, obviously dead, but had the image of being asleep.
"We should kill the zombie and bury the girl before it eats her," The man said, and the woman agreed. They decided to get the girl first. When they crept up to the zombie, it stepped backwards, as if afraid. However, when they tried to get the girl, it lashed out towards them, growling as if telling them to step away. It didn't bite.
The couple watched as the zombie crept beside the girl, and stroked her hair. They heard him mutter something, but zombies can't mutter.
And why would he say, "I'll always protect you" to a corpse?