Chapter 2: Darkness Isn’t Good At All

            Faith and I spent the rest of the afternoon together since I decided to turn off the TV in her room and settle for watching some cartoons with her.

            So, what I’ve found out is that: 1.No one knows what the hell happened to these people, 2.They only come out during the night, and 3.They look pretty damn fun to kill.

            Now, don’t get me wrong, I know these were once people with dreams, hopes, lives, and families.  But they’re not that way anymore, they’re creatures now, and they need to be killed.  And hell, I’m just the guy for that.

            I know this is a government conspiracy, and this time, I’m not going to be fucking wrong.  I need to do something about this, whether Faith stays by my side or parts her own way.  Terrible thing to think, I know, but I want what’s best for her, and if that isn’t me, then I can deal with it.

            I put my arm around her, holding her close to me and she slowly fell asleep, as she usually does when she’s next to me.  I’m not quite sure why she always falls asleep, but she does it every goddamned time.  Not that it bothers me, it’s just weird.  I’ve never really had anyone like her before and it’s all pretty much new to me.

            The whole pregnancy thing wasn’t planned, but it happened, and we’re dealing with it the best we can.  Faith decided to move into her own place, while I save up money so that I can move in, too.  She was always the one to handle money problems, since that’s kind of her forte, I guess.

            Back to this zombie thing, though.  I’m not really sure how I’m going to protect Faith and kill them at the same time, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out.  I just want to whack a few over the head and have some fun with it.

 

            The night finally came and I woke Faith up.  I knew we needed to be aware and ready when they came, so I decided I’d show her how to use my gun.

            She yawned and stretched, “Why do I have to wake up?  This is bullshit!  I wanna sleep!”

            “Damn, calm down, I just want you to be awake because it’s night now.”

            “And what does that have to do with anything?  Don’t I usually sleep when it’s night?”

            “Well, yeah, but they come out during the night, I want us to be ready in case anything happens.”

            “You know, I’m surprised I’m taking this whole thing as well as I am.  It’s kinda weird.”

            “Yeah, I know, you’re not freaking out at all like I thought you would.”

            “Well, maybe you being paranoid affected me a little.”

            “That could be possible.”

            “Well, anyway, I want you to carry my gun,” I took the pistol out of my pocket and placed it in her small hand.  She looked at me confused but I nodded.

            “You….you want me to carry….this?”

            “Yes, it would be the safest bet for you.  If we do come in contact with them, I want you to be able to shoot them from far away and protect yourself and the baby.”

            She stared at the gun, she was looking pretty sad so I hugged her.  I never understood what she was thinking, but I could almost tell everything just by looking into her eyes.

            “I want to show you how to use it.”

            “Okay, it feels so heavy though, I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it.”

            “You’ll be fine, trust me.  It’s the easiest way.  I love you.”

            “I love you too, but geez, this is crazy, Aiden.”

            “I know it’s crazy, but this is reality, also, Faith, we gotta be strong, please?”

            She nodded once and I knew she would do whatever it took to survive this.  This girl was an angel in my eyes, and she’s way stronger than she thinks she is, so it’s not a surprise I have hope in her.

            I stood up, picking her up so that she was standing next to me.  I spent the next few minutes teaching her how to pull the trigger and how to reload the gun.  It seemed like she pretty much understood what was going on, so I left it at that.

            “It seems easy enough, I guess.”

            “I told ya, you’ll be fine, sweetie.”

            “Thanks.  But what are you going to use?”

            I smirked.  “I have my crowbar, of course.”

            “Ohh, I see.  Well, just don’t forget I’ll be trailing behind.”

            “Don’t worry about it, I can handle myself and you at the same time.  Plus, you’ll be fine, I saw what they look like on the TV, they pretty much look like normal people, only slower and more sensitive.  Meaning, you can kill them pretty damn easily.”

            “I’m scared.”  Her eyes started to welt up with tears and I grabbed her by her waist, bringing her as close to me as possible.

            “Everything will be okay,” I stroked her hair, kissing her on the top of her head.

            She buried her head in my chest and I could feel the wetness through my shirt.  God damnit, why does this shit have to happen right now?

            Any other time, preferably 8 months ago would have been better for this type of thing to happen.  Now that Faith was almost ready to have our child, the situation was a little bit more tedious.

            “So, what are we going to-“

            Large thuds were hitting the front door, making both of us jump.  They grew louder and louder until Faith was holding her hands over her ears, whispering, it’s them, it’s them.

            “Oh shit,” I muttered.

            I turned to face the door, grabbing the nearest end table, picking it up, and pushing it against it.     

            “It’s not going to hold!”  Faith was almost screaming now, holding the gun in front of her, pointed right at the door.

            I heard the wood start to crack, and I picked up another end table, placing it on top of the other one.

            “Shit, I knew this was going to happen.  My fucking crowbar is in my car!”

            “You’re kidding!  Oh my God, Aiden, we’re going to die!”

            “Don’t say that!  Believe me!  It’ll be okay!”

            She continued holding the gun pointed at the door while I looked around for some type of weapon.  I knew I was a fucking idiot for leaving my crowbar in the car, but now wasn’t the time to beat myself up about it.

            I ran to the kitchen, grabbing the two biggest knives I could find, one in each hand.

            I stood in front of the door, waiting for what was lurking on the other side.

            “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I kept saying to myself, the wood cracking louder.

            Finally, a hand broke through.  I ran over to it, chopping it with my knives, blood flying everywhere.

            “Back up!”  Faith screamed.

            I moved out of the way.  She shot it, once, twice, the finger blew off, falling on top of the end table that was supposed to be blocking the door.

            A loud noise came from the other side of the entrance.  It sounded to me like a tortured scream.  I laughed a little.

            “That’s right, mother fucker, keep your fucking hands out of here!”  I screamed, hacking another finger off.

            The hand was pulled back through the other side of the door, more screams emitting from whoever it was.

            More thuds and more cracks were making their way onto the wood now, I’d imagined there were more than one out there.

            “Get ready, they’re coming in!”  I screamed, looking back at Faith who was standing in the same position she was before.

            I ran over to her as fast as I could, kissing her passionately.

            “I love you,” we whispered at the same time.

            I’d hoped we weren’t going to die here today, but right now, it wasn’t looking too bright.