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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Chapter 3
I almost collapsed but felt Dr. Johnson’s hands holding onto my waist, keeping me up. I looked into his eyes, but his face was blurry due to the tears.
“Look, she was my best friend. We’ve been friends since we were two. Sixteen years, Dr. Johnson. I just lost my life.”
“You can call me Harold. And I’m very sorry for your loss, but now, the survivors need to do everything we can to keep alive. She was a zombie. She would have killed us.” He explained.
“Harold.” I repeated. “I’m Stephanie. But you can call me Steph. So what do you plan on doing now?”
“I’m not exactly sure, to be honest with you, Steph.” But we can start with packing supplies, and looking for any survivors and a place to stay. It isn’t safe here. The doors are very weak.”
I picked up my bag and opened it. “What do we need?”
He began walking around, grabbing supplies, including knives, food, medicines, and a thin white sheet that was probably used for hospital beds. He stuffed them in my bag and walked into the other room. I stood there, awkwardly, looking around for anything we might need. I was clueless. I wasn’t prepared for this. It seems he was. I was glad I had him to help me survive.
He returned with four closed jars of the red medicine that cures the infection. “Do you have a car?” he asked me.
I nodded. I threw the keys to him and he caught them perfectly and put them in his pocket. “Where is it?”
“Right outside the window in the other room.” I replied, nervous to go back outside.
“Let’s go. I know the perfect place to go. It’s a far drive, but it will keep us safe- for a while at least.”
I didn’t bother questioning him. I just had to trust him. That was the key to survival. I nodded and followed him to the other room, then to the window. He looked outside, searching for any zombies nearby and didn’t see any so he opened the window. He climbed through, then held out a hand and I grabbed it. He helped me out the window and we ran to the car.
This is when I realized all the scratches and blood on the car. I got in and buckled my seatbelt. Zombies began crowding around the car and I shivered and hesitantly looked at Harold, but he was in control of what was going on. He began driving, leaving the hungry zombies behind.
It was now night time, and we were on the highway; the destination, I have no idea.
“So tell me about yourself, Stephanie.” He insisted.
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything. Everything.”
“Well, let’s see; I’m Eighteen years old. I turn nineteen in a month- November 12th. Both my parents died in a car accident when I was sixteen, and I moved in with my aunt, but she died three months ago of cancer. Since then, I’ve been living by myself. My best friend is-was Lisa. She was always the pretty, popular girl. I was always the complete opposite. I’ve never found love, and that’s always been my dream. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up- not that it matters anymore. And that’s pretty much my life. How about you?”
“All you need to know about me is that I’m a thirty-six year old doctor named Harold.” His response was so blunt. It scared me. But I kept it to myself and fell asleep.
I woke up in a dark, cold room. It felt moist and had a moldy smell. I sat up and looked around. Harold was sitting on a chair, reading a book with no title. I cleared my throat and he looked at me, and smiled.
“Where are we?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“My house.”
I didn’t know how to respond. What was going on? What was he planning on doing to me?
“Don’t be scared, little Steph. It’ll be okay; I promise.” He had a creepy grin on his face while he stood up and walked towards me. He stopped in front of the bed, and just looked at me. I moved back against the damp wall.
“You are going to be my next experiment, Steph. Aren’t you excited? You’re going to be half zombie, half human. It is your fault my last experiment died, so now you have to repay me.”
I was at a loss for words. “You- You can’t do that, Harold. That’s not fair. I don’t deserve this!”
“You need your rest. You’re very grumpy. I need to go to my warehouse next door to get the things I need for the experiment. Wait right here. Get some more sleep.”
I nodded and waited until he left the room to get up and look around for a weapon to defend myself. I found a revolver and put it in my pocket. I walked up the stairs and slowly opened the door. I peeked outside and Harold was not in sight. I tiptoed to the front door and unlocked three different locks and looked around. The door of the warehouse was just shutting. I ran to the car as fast as I could, until I realized I didn’t have the keys.


Submitted: April 28, 2011

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