Text The Walking Dead: Separation

[Snow 1,800]

Couldn't think of a good name x_x

Anyways, this is about two brothers whose family is killed by the zombies, and they become separated and must survive in a world plagued with the undead. I figured I should try writing something to get myself thinking.

 

Anyways, read and tell me what you think? And to be honest, I'm not good at writing beginnings, so please keep that in mind. ^^

 

 

Summary: Josiah and Aaron are brothers. Bound by blood, these two always did everything together. That is, until an attack on their home and the deaths of their parents separate them. They had to survive on their own against a war with the dead. With no way to contact each other, they are cut off from their previous lives and thrust into a new one, in which every minute is a fight for survival.

 

Chapter One: Separation

“Come on, you're better than that!” Josiah said. Aaron sighed and put down the controller. “If you think so.” Josiah gave a lighthearted laugh when their sister, Seneca came to the door. “Josie, mom wants you downstairs.” She spat. “But my name's Josiah!” He said. She gave a feminine 'Hmph' and walked away. “Jeez, she really must hate you.” Aaron noted. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Josiah stood up and walked out the door, Aaron pressing the power button on the Xbox and following. Josiah thudded unceremoniously down the stairs, while Aaron went the other way and opened the cupboard looking for some food to eat.

 

Seneca sat at the table. “So what's for dinner.” Aaron turned and gave her an 'are you firetrucking kidding me' look. “Since when was it my job to feed you?” He asked. “Don't know, don't care.” He sighed. “How about macaroni and cheese?” He asked. She shook her head. “Ramen noodles?” She gave it a little thought, and shook her head again. “How about human flesh?” Aaron gave a chuckle, “Maybe. Depending on how I feel.”

 

Josiah came up the steps, his face expressionless. “So, how did it go?” Aaron asked. “Well, it went okay. But then dad called and...” Seneca interrupted him. “Don't tell us.” Their father, Brad Colburn, had dedicated his life to medical research, which had caused bitterness between him and their mother. He decided to distance himself from his family as a result, abandoning her with Josiah, Aaron and Seneca, who were, respectively, 17, 18, and 20. Instead of moving out, they decided to stay and support their mother, which Seneca would've long ago.

 

Josiah walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, slumping into the couch. “So. Dinner.” Seneca said. “I'm working on it.” Aaron replied. He pulled out a hamburger helper and Seneca groaned. “Hey, I like hamburger helper. Make some ramen noodles if you don't like it.” He said, tossing a pack of ramen noodles at her. She caught them and threw them at Josiah in the living room, who sighed and tossed them back. “You aren't going to get your way, Seneca.” He said. She sighed and opened the package, walking over to the dinnerware cupboard.

 

She spilled the contents into a bowl and pulled out the seasoning packet. “So, Josie, what did mom have to say to you?” Aaron heard Josiah shift a bit on the couch. “Nothing, really. She was talking about if we wanted to move out, she could fish some retirement money out, but she isn't that old yet. She'd just get declined. I tried to tell her that but dad called and, well, things went downhill.”

 

“Oh.” She responded, filling the bowl with water and putting it in the microwave, as Aaron greased the pot he was using. After a few minutes, the microwave beeped and she took her meal to her room. Josiah walked in to the kitchen, patting his brother on the shoulder. “Hey, you think I could have some of that when you're done cooking it?” Aaron nodded. “I wouldn't be able to finish it on my own anyway. I was hoping you'd-” A high pitch scream, and the sound of breaking glass filled the house. “Seneca?” Josiah said. Aaron walked away from the pot, which fell and spilled all its' contents.

 

Josiah and Aaron rushed to the end of the hall, and Josiah gripped the doorknob. “Seneca?” He said, his mind racing. Aaron nodded and Josiah opened the door.

 

Broken glass littered the floor. There was a bit of blood, which Josiah assumed was from a piece of the broken glass, and that she had been forcefully dragged out. “What the firetruck...?” Josiah said slowly. “Heeeeeellllp!” They heard Seneca called. “Aaron, go tell mom what happened and to call the cops, I'll go see what's going on.” Aaron nodded and Josiah carefully climbed out of the window. “Seneca!” He yelled, looking around. She was being wrestled to the ground in the middle of the street by someone who looked as if he was trying to... bite her. “This has to be a prank.” He muttered, shaking his head. “Seneca, this isn't funny.” He said, walking towards them. “JOSIAH! HELP!” Josiah was taken aback. The was the first time she called him by his real name. Okay, so it probably isn't a joke. He thought. He ran towards them just as the man succeeded in his goal. He sank his teeth in her neck, and she cried out in pain.

 

He stopped in front of them and grabbed at the man, trying to yank him off. “Mraaaagh!” It said in retaliation. “Wh-what...?” He tried again, this time succeeding. He threw the thing aside, and knelt next to his sister. “Seneca!” He said, shaking her. Blood was gushing from her neck, causing Josiah to breathe heavily. “Seneca...” He said warmly. “Josiah...” She whispered, and stopped breathing. Josiah's heart stopped. He heard a growl behind him and stood up slowly. He turned around to see the person walking towards him. “What are you...?” He asked it, and there was no reply. It lunged towards him, catching him by surprise.

 

He caught his hand and pushed the zombie back, and ran back towards the house, to see Aaron leaving it. “Mom... she...” He said, slowly. “What happened?” He asked. “There was a zombie... eating her... I don't know how it got in...” He sobbed, and sunk to the ground. Josiah's heart nearly burst. And if they were zombies with such characteristics, there were more of them, converging on their location. Josiah rubbed his eyes. Not now... I'm not going to cry... He thought, but to no avail. His eyes watered, his arms trembled. “We need to go...” He said. He grabbed Aaron's wrist and practically dragged him into the street.

 

There was a loud honk, and a truck came barreling down the street, its' engine smoking and dented terribly. “Look out!” Aaron said, pushing Josiah out of the way. The truck careened to the side, hitting a house on either side.

Edited October 3, 2012 by Snow

[Wolfgang 735]

I like

[VanitasisKirby 1,227]

Nice! ^^ More?

[Snow 1,800]

Soon. Perhaps tomorrow.

[VanitasisKirby 1,227]

Yes! At least I'll have something to look for.

[Snow 1,800]

Well ,thanks. n_n I'll have it written this way, just to let you know:

One chapter will follow Josiah

Then next Aaron

The next, Josiah

And so on.

[Snow 1,800]

Chapter Two: Encounter

Josiah

 

Josiah opened his eyes, shocked and blinded to see a burning truck in front of him. “Aaron!” He called, but there was no response. There wasn't any way around or over the truck, so they were separated. He sighed and turned around to see more a few more of those 'zombies' staggering towards him. “Thank god they're slow.” He muttered as he worked his way around them, trying not to get catch their attention.

 

He reached into his pocket and dialed Aaron's number, but it flashed a message which read, “Low battery- action could not be completed.” He sighed and turned it off before putting it back. “I should find a payphone... there's one down the street at the gas station.” He muttered, and walked off again, the zombies trying in vain to reach him.

 

He worked his way around them to the gas station, hoping he wouldn't get caught by one. A few came close, but he tried his best to keep his distance. After what seemed like an eternity, he reached the gas station. He saw the payphone hanging by its' cord and a dead body with a few bites lay on the ground beside it. He sighed and picked up the phone, dialing Aaron's number. It gave a dial tone and said “Please insert your money to complete the call.” He checked his pockets.

 

Nothing. He looked at the body in the ground and thought, That guy may have some quarters... He knelt and reached into its' pocket carefully, for fear that it may awaken and bite him, if, that is, they ever did sleep. He dug deeper and felt a rolled up piece of paper. He drew it out and read it.

 

'I don't know if anybody will be able to read this, but your best chance is to stay in the darkness and not make a sound. They're very sensitive to light, though, so never carry ant light-emitting objects on you, because they will get you. In the dark, you'd die of starvation before they get you, so stay in the dark. But not even that will save you. If you've got the balls to fight, shoot or bash their head in.' The paper was torn from there, and the other piece read, 'Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.'

 

Josiah swore he'd seen that in a video game before, but he shrugged it off and put the paper in his pocket for no obvious reason. He dug in its' other pocket, and got what he was looking for. “Yes.” He said, and the dead body's arm shifted. He stood up and stepped back as it started to move, but it seemed to have a bit of trouble. Its' leg. It's possible it was broken by trying to run from them.

 

It moaned in an awkward fashion and crawled towards Josiah, hand over hand. Josiah stepped back, remembering what the letter said. He looked around for a heavy object, and found a 2-liter of pop. He picked it up off the shelf and waited for it to get a little closer. He brought the 2-liter as hard as he could on its' head. It made a nice size dent, but wasn't good enough. He grunted with the effort of bringing it down again, this time stopping it.

 

He sighed and dropped the 2-liter. He dug in its' pocket again, a bit more cautious than before. He drew out the coins and walked over to the payphone again, inserting the quarters. “Transaction completed, dialing...” It rang about six or seven times. “Sorry. Unable to complete your request. Please try again later.” He groaned and turned around, when a gun barrel was placed neatly on his forehead. “Who are you?” The man asked.

 

Josiah flinched at the cold metal on his head. “Uh, sorry, I was just here for the payphone... I'll just leave now.” The man stared him down. “How'd you know how to kill that?”

 

“There was a paper, in its' pocket, said to kill it by bashing or shooting its' head.” He said gingerly. “Out then. If you've nothing here to do, I ask you to leave. You're free to take some food, if you like.” He said, tossing Josiah a knapsack and placing his gun next to the soda fountain. Josiah nodded and thanked the man, placing some bags of chips and water bottles into the knapsack, and an energy drink, just in case.

 

“Wait,” The man said, before Josiah left. “Please, try to find my brother, Lamont. If he tries to attack you, tell him Shamus sent you. I just want him to know I'm alive.” Josiah looked down, and then nodded. “Yeah, I'll try to.” The man took a deep breath. “Thanks.” He tossed Josiah a long rod with duct tape wrapped around the end, probably as a handle. Josiah caught it and the man retreated into the Metro Access, which was probably the sewers. And probably the safest way to travel.

 

A shame that he couldn't take them, as he had to look for his brother. He sighed and thought for a moment. “If I was Aaron, and there were a zombie apocalypse, where would I go...?” He thought to himself, and then, a though struck him. “I'd want to make sure my friends Andrew and Justin are safe.” He said. “Okay, Sullivan Apartments it is.” He said, turning away from the gas station.

 

A/N: I was a bit lazy when I wrote this, so I sort of half assed it. Hope you still enjoyed it. Also, Zoidberg said he wanted to put some opinion on my chapters from here on out.

Zoidberg: I think you should add some flying anchovies, or me!

Snow: Maybe. Depends on how this story goes.

Zoidberg: Hooray!

Snow: Hooray denied.

Zoidberg: Oh... whoopwhoopwhoopwhoop (scuttles off sadly)

[VanitasisKirby 1,227]

How the fak did I not get notified for this?! D8< Whatever. I enjoyed reading the new chapter ^^ It did feel a bit lazy as I read the ending, but who cares. More! 8D

[Snow 1,800]

  On 10/4/2012 at 2:31 PM, 'VanitasisKirby' said:

How the fak did I not get notified for this?! D8< Whatever. I enjoyed reading the new chapter ^^ It did feel a bit lazy as I read the ending, but who cares. More! 8D

 

Soon.