SOTD P 1-5 EDITED

Darren lived in the rural, suburb, part of the bustling WestWood City. He stood at 5 feet 7 inches. He had short hair with long sideburns. He also had a bumpy past that he was trying to forget. But things were getting better for him...
Darren was watching his favorite movie, "Kung phoo Mastaz pt.7" when he heard a lound banging at the door. He ran to the door, and looked out the peep hole... it was his best friend Austin, coming to watch the movie with him!

"So you gonna ask her out?" Darren asked in a sly tone

"Are you kidding, I would get denied before I could finish the sentence" Austin replied

"Its worth a try, you might not get totally decimated" darren said with the though of Austin being destroyed by his secret crush, Sara.

"Ya... you have a point, its not like the world is going to end if she says no" Austin, smiling, thinking of the thought of his dream come true.

"I'll call 'er for you!!" Darren says as he gets up and runs for the phone.
Austin chases him and catches him before he can reach the phone, and throws him to the ground.

"Freeze, punk, LAPD, put your hands UP!!" austin shouts
"But Officer, all i did was steal a twinkie truck, is that so wrong?" darren says inocently
"oh, i guess your right, your free to go"
They joked like that all night. they went to Darren's room, a typical teenagers room, a stereo, a table, and a floor covered in clothes.

"dude, im so tired" austin said with a grogy tone
"Go ahead and crash here" Darren said

The next day darren woke up to the sounds of screaming! he ran outside to see what was happening, and what he saw, could only be described in one word...
hell.

He noticed Austin on the lawn, Crying, lying in a pool of blood, his blood.
Darren noticed that his arm had been torn off, and that blood was spraying all over, and muscle ligiments were hanging out of his socket.

"PLEASE, DARREN, HELP ME" austin, screaming in agony!

Then darren realized the reason austin was dying, the Neighbor, was chewing on the bone and flesh...

"Powell, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

powell, turns and notices darren, drops the arm and runs after darren, but is violently repelled, by some kind of gun.

"Duke, whats happening?" Darren asked his other neighbor

"Stay Back, You might be as messed up as the others, just stay back" duke yelled.

"just tell me whats going on!!" darren yelled

"The end of the world my friend , the end of the world" he said, as he went to the city.

Darren picked up a rusty pipe, and realizes that austin is moving around, trying to get up, and was put to a quick end by Dukes pistol. darren grabed the pipe, and started to run but was caught by Austin's dead gaze... at that point Darren Started to break down. But he had no time, so he ran after duke...


To Be Continued....


Darren and duke, were on there way to the city, they had been frequently attacked by several of "people" whom had once been family friends to him. They would come over for cookouts, football parties, and late night horror marathons on T.C.M. Now he was putting them out... like diseased animals.

He was worried about his friends and family, if this sickness was every were, or just in the city? How contagious it was?

"Can we make a stop" darren asked as he smashed his pipe into his old math teacher as she came running towards him, screaming.
"No, we need to get to the fallout shelter" duke said, with a stern tone,
"im going whether you come or not" darren said, matching his tone
"then take this," duke said as he pulled a silver pistol belt off and tossed it to darren
"Its a Desert Eagle, just point, aim, and shoot" duke instructed as he also handed him several clips.
"Becarefull, we dont know how bad this is." Duke said as he walked away... it was the last darren ever saw of him...

Darren made his way to a residential area. It reaked of death. He stuck to hiding behind bushes, cars, and back alleys to get to the "SunShine Valley" town houses.
He was looking for a specific building, 472, were his girlfriend, Tzeitel, was ,god willing, waiting for police. But the police were nowere to be seen. He was now in the parking lot, scopeing the place, for anyone or thing to attack. He arrived, and the door was locked, that was good, he then heard a growl and turned around to see a maintance man, torn apart, that was bad!

"Oh Sh-" Darren said until the man lunged at him.
Darren strugled to grab his gun but was to late,and was brought to the ground. He wrestled with the man... then he got a quick glance, it looked like tzeitel's father...

"Hey man...i-ts me!!" darren strugled to say
It was obvious that he was infected. Darren reached for his pipe, and struck him multiple times, until he stopped moving. He noticed the bite marks on the man's arm and leg.
"its the bites" darren realized

Darren shot the lock off the door, and got inside.

"DIE!!" somone shouted, and was about to stab darren, when his assailen dropped the knife and hugged him.

The person was Tzeitel. Tzeitel was a beautiful, but the signs of distress were obvious. Darren REALLY liked her.
"did you see my father out there, he went to get some help, one of those things bit my mom on the way home"

"tze, we ne-" darren started, but was grabbed by tzeitels mom and thrown to the floor, darren dropped his gun in shock, and strugled against the mother, then slammed her head against the table. she stopped moving. Tzeitel was crying.
"its okay... its the bites that make them do this, just as we dont get bitten, we will be okay...."

end of part 2... part 3 coming soon...

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Darren woke up. He was up late staying on guard. He checked the doors and windows, which were shodily boarded up, but they held. He sat back down, and made sure that the gun that duke gave him was loaded. He hadnt shot it since he got it, but he had to make sure. He went to the up stairs, which they left the windows unboarded.
He looked outside. What he saw made him realize, that this was not some prank, nor a bad dream, death. Death in the worst form. Death, deciding that he would take a vacation to earth, and bring only-god-knows how many of his latest customers with him.

He had figured some things out:
1- the disease was spread throught the mouth, or the blood.
2-If #1 was right, the world was screwed.

Darren went back downstairs. tzeitel was still asleep. He didnt know what to do next, if the police were going to help, or if there were any police left to help.
He was afraid, but he didnt want her to see that, he didnt want her to be afraid. He really, really cared for her... he was going to protect her come hell or high water.

Darren came from a poor family. His dad was taken away, for something he didnt do, his mom worked late nights, she was busy. he learned to take what he can get, and then some for the family. Not many things were as special in his life, as the people who were special to him, and one of those people was tzeitel, so he would not let her come to harm.

He turned on the news... nothing. Tzeitel was now waking up.
"Whats the news?" she said, with a raspy tone.
"Bad," Darren said, fear, seeping through his voice...
"what do we do now?" tze, darrens nickname for her, asked
"We wait, if no help comes, we move for better shelter." Darren had said.

That sounded like a good plan, for something that was quickly made up in his head.

He just hoped to god, That they would survive this.

Part three soon!

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As darren was shining his gun, somthing he did often in the long days of boredom, he watched tze go into the kitchen.

"Out of bread, and the ham is bad" she said, getting frustrated.
"Ya, well look what happened to them now" darren joked
"Its not funny, what if help doesnt come in time!" she retorted

But they both new the truth. no help was coming. But it was the only thought that kept darren from putting the gun up to his head and pulling the trigger.

"Go ahead and eat the beef then" Darren said
"then what'll you have?" Tze questioned
"ill find something" Darren said.

He wouldnt. He knew the human body could last 28 days without water, and that without food, the body burns about 120 calories a day. he weighed about 150-160 pounds in muscle and well, other stuff.

The final straw was when tze threw up. it was the beef.

"You stay here. ill be back"
"Were are you going?" tze asked, worried.
"To get food" darren said.
"Dont leave me here!!"
"you'll be fine, just lock the doors, and put the barracade back up" darren instructed.
"Take this," darren handed her the gun "Pull the slide, aim, shoot, reapeat as needed, ill say 'fruitloops' when i get back, you have to open quickly"
"Oh, does your dads truck still work?"

Darren went to the parking lot, with his combat knife drawn. It was predominatly empty. He got to the truck. It was a dodge hemi. he laughed when he though of all the jokes he made about it, but now, it was his life. He got in. It was an automatic. Good for him, darren hadnt mastered the manual yet. As he got in, he realized that zombies were moving in on him! he jammed the keys in the ignition, and drove out of the parking lot, running over two zombies.

Will Darren make it to the store? what will be waiting for him there?
Find Out in S.O.T.D 5 coming soon!


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Darren left the parking lot. He was worried about her. He'd seen what they could do, but he quickly got those images out of his head. He had reached bi-lo, and got out. The truck had a twevle-gauge in it. He loaded it.

"Six shots, lets hope there arent too many"

He got in, it was quiet. He started singing to himself.
True Nature, Janes Addiction.

"Hold it there you bastard, say something in 5 seconds or your dead"

"asssphinctersayswhat?" darren said.

"Dont be a smartass." the mystery voice said.

"Im darren, you are?"

"Greg Reeves"

"I need supplies" darren said.

"It'll cost you"

"how much"

"Fifty bucks"

"Fine"

Darren handed him the money and pulled out a cart.

"you have five minutes"

Darren rushed. he picked up alot of cans. some meat. some bread. some magazines, and ammo. And a nice carbine bolt action he found behind the counter while Greg wasnt looking. and plenty of ammuniton.

"TIMES UP"

Darren ran outside, thanking Greg. He got to the truck, loaded it up, except the rifle, he loaded the gun.

He got home, finding zombies surrounding the house.
He used the truck to plow through them.
He got inside, some had gotten in, he killed them. the bedroom was closed. he went in and found tze on the bed. bleeding.

"DAMN IT!!!"

she was bitten.

"Darren.... im sorry..."

Her words faded away slowly

"NO!! It wont end like this"

So he got to work.
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