Rachel hadn’t been scared when the sickness came; she’d had
an eerie sense of knowing. Once her mother and father had begun to splutter
about the place and disgusting boils began cropping up on their bodies, she
killed them. She simply walked into the bedroom and stabbed them both with a
knife from the kitchen. Her younger brother, Nathan, he was like her. He knew. They had watched the news until the news no longer aired. Looked at the internet until the internet had crashed. The two packed a bag each; a good set of clothes, a bottle of water, a few
pieces of food and any weapons they could find plus the tools from the garage.
They were so similar and yet so unalike, he had beautiful,
sea blue eyes and shimmering, curly, blond hair and she had shining, straight,
chestnut hair and pretty, hazel
eyes. They were complete opposites in that
respect, but both were kitted out in black and had an array of weapons in their
belts, they looked identical, a force to be reckoned with. They had even painted war paint on their
faces; this would have looked silly had it not been for the cold aura that
rolled off them in waves.
The sickness spread like wild fire and soon kids ran from
their houses in panic, unprepared and unguarded. Naturally, they either died or
were saved by the two. Rachel and Nathan had almost killed every parent in
their street and sent small teams of kids to raid their own homes. They were
set, for a while at least. Rachel spoke quietly to Nathan “We need to move, out
of the house and into the shop.” Nathan nodded in agreement and that afternoon
the rounded up the six surviving kids and walked them across the road to the
shop.
The shop was long, well stocked and there were two flats
directly above. Rachel sent Nathan and two of the eldest boys up to check them
out, while she handled the four smaller children. “Stay behind me.” She flung
open the shop door and was surprised to hear no noise. She checked every corner
when nothing was found she realised they must be upstairs. She settled the kids and ran up to the flats.
She saw the door busted off its hinges and walked in “Nate.” She called her heart
beating fast and pulling a knife into her hand. No answer came.
She found the door, she could hear muffled sobs from behind,
and she opened the door gently. Nathan was on the floor and the other two boys
had their hands up and were stood against the wall. Quickly her gaze flew to
the boy who held a small gun pointed at the two boys. “He’s got his parents in
there.” He nodded to a door that the boy stood in front of. The boy raised his
chin slightly and Rachel stepped forward. “Stop moving.” He said but his voice
quavered, this boy was no killer, she could see it in his eyes. She stepped so
the brim of the gun was just above her stomach “Do it.” She said through
gritted teeth.
The boy faltered and dropped the gun, tears filled his eyes
and he began to cry “Matthew.” Rachel said softly, one of her boys came over to
console the smaller and take him out of the room. “Nate, Nate wake up!” she snapped at her
brother who roused immediately. He stood up shakily and shook his head “You
ready.” He nodded. Rachel undid the deadbolt on the door and the stench was
overpowering. One parent charged out the
door and Rachel’s knife flew straight into its forehead, it paused a second and
stared up at its head before finally collapsing on the ground.
