Dorothy And Bill

Dorothy And Bill

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Dorothy and Rachel are best friends, they have been ever since the apocalypse started but when they are almost at their destination things go terribly wrong.
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Summary

Dorothy and Rachel are best friends, they have been ever since the apocalypse started but when they are almost at their destination things go terribly wrong.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Food, Water, Ammo, Batteries

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Submitted: February 25, 2017

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Chapter One – Food, Water, Ammo, Batteries

 

"Food, water, ammo, batteries. In that order!" I said chapping the door several times. There was no noise inside, I opened it slowly but no one came towards the door. We moved in knife and pistol in hand. As I tightened my grip I opened the door slowly to the living room, there was a puddle of blood on the floor with a lovely side of brains splattered on the wall above it. I looked behind the door and grabbed the red spray paint from my rucksack. I sprayed one diagonal line on the white door. I moved towards the fireplace looking at the picture of a family of six on a beautiful beach. I remember my family going onto the beach, finding a forest and going on adventures like there wasn't a life. That it was just us and there was no money or people, just us. That was before all of this happened, the 'accident' or whatever the government will say after it's over, (if it ever does end) my family is dead and I'll never be able to go on adventures with them ever again. I wiped the single tear that had ran down my cheek and sat down the picture. I then saw a half drunk bottle of water on the window ledge, whoever was drinking had blood on their hands because the container was red instead of clear, I grabbed my two-liter bottle and poured the remains of the clean water into it. I looked at the black leather sofa and saw a pillow which was the cleanest thing in the room, though still ragged and slightly torn, I stuffed it into my rucksack and put my rucksack onto my back again. Sleeping outside on a tree branch isn't the comfiest thing in the world. I looked at the door, making sure no one was behind me. Rachel slowly walked in and stepped over the pool of blood and fell onto the sofa.

"You know, we could stay here. We don't have to leave… at least not for a few nights. I'll board up the windows you sweep the house, we can do a thorough search get everything we need." She said twirling her hair in her fingers.

"I guess but, won't we be cold?" I looked through the wooden cabinet which ended up including some batteries and painkillers.

"We can set up a small fire in here, we move the sofas away and keep it subtle it won't burn down the house, we can also wrap up in the bed covers if it gets too cold."

"Okay I'll check upstairs, you start blocking the windows and make sure to shut the curtains, the light will attract them." I swung my rucksack down onto the sofa. I walked up the stairs slowly and when I reached the top there was only a small square of floor, to my left and right there were two white doors, one with a bloody hand print smeared down the once perfect white paint. I looked at the hand print, it wasn't that fresh and looked like someone was trying to hold onto the door for some reason. I chapped the door loudly and opened it slowly, a tall man lunged forward groaning and moaning. His cheek had melted away and his remaining yellow teeth were clearly visible. Bits of flesh were stuck in between the rotten teeth, his eyes were bloodshot and his skin looked like it was originally a pale white but now was red and black with blood and decay. I pushed him away trying to grab my knife, my t-shirt had fallen over my holster causing it to hang over my knife, I quickly tried to pull my t-shirt up but I was finding this difficult. He lunged forward again, I held him back but he was a lot taller than me which meant he over-powered me. I tumbled down the stairs backwards, as I did I let go in a hurry to catch myself. As I stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for him to walk towards me, although he was stronger than me he was more stupid so he tumbled down forwards trying to get to me, he fell face flat at the bottom of the stairs, a long trail of blood followed the front of his head and as he tried to get back up, his skin stuck to the sticky carpet, I pulled my knife out and pushed his head down onto the ground. As I pulled my knife out blood dripped from the sharp blade. Rachel ran out gun and knife in hand again.

"Nice, timing!" I said wiping the blade on her, already bloody t-shirt and laughing.

"You could have shouted!" She said breathing deeply and picking up a few nails and a hammer.

"Okay so, have you covered the windows?" I asked but as I looked at her I saw she was hammering in the last nail.

"Yeah, but I think the door is still to be barricaded"

"I'll get it!" I said pushing the arm chair to the front door. I hung the chain over the door too and took my black leather belt off. It was my mum’s belt. She wore it when she fell pregnant with me and every day after. I used it to keep the doors tied shut. If I used it, it made me feel safe it made it feel like it was my mum who was protecting us. I tightened the belt and walked over to see Rachel struggle to push the sofas to the side. I ran up beside her and helped her push. We always worked better together, it was always that way. She looked at me and smiled as we pushed the second sofa towards the window. I put my rucksack tucked into the corner, hidden slightly. I didn't’t like my stuff out in the open, I've heard things, seen people stealing and taking things from other people.

Soon, later we had a crackling fire going and our shadows danced in the wind against the wall.

“I have a surprise for you!” Rachel grabbed her bright red rucksack with blue lining and dug her hand deep inside. She pulled out her flashlight, an ammo box, a magazine and a tin of beans. She shook the tin of beans at my face and smiled, “Look what I found when I was boarding up the window!”

“What? Where did you get that? Is it open?” I asked trying to grab the tin.

“Yeah, it was opened but what does that matter if we eat out of a, possibly infected, tin of beans.” She stared at me waiting for response. “Of course they weren't’t opened you idiot!” She told me sarcastically, pushing her jokingly. Rachel grabbed her knife and cut round the top of the tin, she then poured the beans into a small pot that was also in her rucksack. She put it over the fire as I got the metal plates out of my rucksack. We kept three bowls just in case and four spoons, we didn't’t mind about dirt on the bowls, we were lucky enough to get something to eat. After Rachel heated up the beans she put a little in my plate and a little in hers. She then took the tin and a piece of duct tape and taped the lid back onto the top. We liked to do this to preserve as much food as possible but sometimes the lid falls off and ruins the tin, the duct tape and sometimes the other things in the backpack too.

“So… where to next?” I asked, using my rucksack as a pillow and pulling the duvet to just under my chin.

“She then sat up against the wall and took her pistol out.

“I say we head up north, Washington isn't’t that far and I think maybe there might be a few rich houses we can definitely stay in.”

“Yeah we can go to Seattle and the North Cascades Park! I’I'll be up in an hour for watch okay?” I set the timer for 60 minutes on my stopwatch as I lay down and drifted to sleep but not for long. In what seemed like no time at all I was awoken by bright lights flashing through the small gaps of our boarded windows. I sat upright on the floor and looked at where Rachel was on guard but she was gone. I looked at my watch and it was 24 minutes before it went off. A chilled air blew through the room as I looked to where the fire once was brightly lit. I got up being careful to not make a sound. I took my knife out and heard a noise coming from the kitchen. I tightened the grip on my knife and swung it in the air as I turned the corner. Rachel’s eyes widened as she grabbed my arm and pushing me back. Before I lost balance she grabbed my arms and helped me stand upright.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were one of his men.” She whispered taking my hand and crouching close to the wall. “I’ve put a chair against the back door but I doubt it will hold for long”

“Wait… What do you mean? Who’s outside?”

“Dorothy, he found us. It’s Bill”


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