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A Different Way to Die

Novel By: JasmineWrites
Young adult



Alix is a 15 year old girl living in her school. Her world has been taken over by zombies and the only people left are the 300 or so living with her in the school. When Mr.Bates, her old maths teacher who now rules the community suggests a raid take place for new provisions, Alix lies about her age to volunteer. In a world without rules and order, Alix finds there are so many ways to live, but there are also so many ways to die.

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This is a story in progress, I'll be posting more chapters soon, but I'd appreciate feedback. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 24, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


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"Broadly say, zombies have the appearance of the living but their lack of free will and souls give them the appearance of mechanical robots.

An insatiable and endless desire to consume living animal flesh, usually human seems to be their only motive for existence. They are incapable of speech, but often tend to make moaning and guttural sounds."

Some display visible signs of desiccation, decay and emaciation-

I stop reading there. I already know what comes next. We all do.

For a world with a 90% decrease in human population and a 100% increase in zombies, we sure don't do too bad. We still have fresh water from our taps, and some form of community. We're just missing a few things. Just our electricity, phone towers, families, and ability to smile, but it's not too bad.

We live in the school. "We" consists of roughly 300 people. Us 300 people are the only ones left as far as we know and we don't have anyone willing to find out. It's been this way for a while now, two months probably. The infection first showed up in 2012 and we all thought the guy was just a crazy, but we were wrong. The infection takes a week to start showing symptoms but in the mean time spreads itself to anyone you come in contact with. That's how it had already covered 50% of the world by last March.
After it reached 70% civilisation began to collapse. The people who were left were turning to religion or just going mad from the social isolation and the heartbreak. I guess that's why I'm still here, didn't really have one to begin with.

My name is Alix and I live with my assigned family because my real one is dead. My new mum's name is Faith and I have one new six year old sister named Harper who is barely alive.

We're going to run out of rashins soon and word has it that tonight they're choosing a team to go outside the gates to go looking for food/medical supplies. It's my plan to join that team and get out of this tiny haven and enjoy the thrills of life or death before I go mad in here.

My family's room is one of the smallest in the school, but with the furniture removed makes a comfortable place for living in a zombie apocalypse. An old table is flipped on its side with its feet against the wall to make a small cot-like bed when it has blankets stuffed inside of it. Harper doesn't mind though because she's six. My own bed is made of a thin mattress on a hard floor that doesn't do too much to help, and I'm laying on it now as I listen to the last bit of song my iPod has to offer before it goes flat forever.

Time passes slower than usual as I wait for my new mum to show up with todays rashins. Harper is in the next classroom over with her friend Finn. I don't have any of my own friends here because none of these people were my friends before I ended up here and I'm not willing to make more now.

When Faith shows up with a paper bag of food that wouldn't properly feed even one of us living here in the classroom, I speak up.

"I'm volunteering for the raid." I say before she says hello. She looks up at me and nearly drops the only food we have.

"You most certainly are not!" She replies. My mother would've probably said the same thing, and I might've listened then, if not for the sake of my own life then for the sake of Cori's (my younger sister's) well being. Except she's not my mum, and Harper isn't my real sister.

"I am," I say. "And you can't stop me, you know I'm not going to listen to you."

She doesn't look surprised, instead she sets the rashins bag down on the desk and walks over to my make-shift bed and leans over me protectively.

"I know you don't want to listen Alix, but please don't go, I already lost one kid and I don't want it to happen again."

I ignore the tear that rolls down her cheek and lean away from her embrace.

"You're not my mum, I've hardly been a good daughter, we're all gonna die if we don't eat, we're all gonna die anyway, I'm going and, You. Can't. Stop. Me."

I say the last words one-by-one just incase she didn't understand. She turns over towards where I now stand.

"They're not going to let a 15 year old out the gates." She says defensively.

"Well they're not going to know I'm 15 are they? And if you tell them I'll just go anyway! You people can't keep us locked up in here forever you know, we're only just surviving, when are we going to start living?" I feel bad for yelling at Faith, she's only doing what she thinks is right; but I have to go. I am so done with surviving in this tiny hell hole. I want out.

*

There's a presentation at Midday about the provisions team. A man I once knew as Mr.Bates from my math class is the new authority of this school, and he's standing at a podium in the courtyard now asking for volunteers.

"Hello everyone and thankyou for attending. From the looks of it, you have all recieved todays rashin supplies." His voice echoes over everything. People in the crowd murmer and grumble in agreement, no one here seems too happy with their share.

"You may have heard rumors that we are running our of provisions. I am here today to confirm that we are indeed running low on supplies." A woman near the back starts sobbing and muttering to her new husband about how everyone is going to die.

"Do not worry though, because tomorrow morning there will be a raid outside the gates. We are going to select two teams to go gather food and medical supplies. If the raid goes well, we will send out three teams the following day to gather more food and medicine, and some fun activities."

By this point the audience is divided in half, the half that thinks this is a good idea, and the half that thinks were walking into a giant trap and we're going to bring the disease back or the zombies will get in and basically just more of the same worrying that everyone is going to die.

"I know that some of you may detest this idea, but it is the best plan we have. Now I'd like to ask if there are any volunteers to go on the raid."

This is where I would have spoken up, except I didn't get that far. The people around me were turned to look towards the gate where we could hear an official yelling at someone, and this wouldn't have been a big deal, except that that someone was outside the gate.





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