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First thread and story, takes place in Aberdeen, Scotland

Chapter One - Awakening

It started as a normal day. Wake up, sleep for a few more minutes before mum yelled again. Shower, dressed, breakfast, out the door to get a bus. But today of all days just seemed wierd. Something just seemed out of place. I shook the thought from my head as I stepped out from the bus onto the street. Small pieces of litter blew along the pavement, light as a feather. The buildings along either side, made of granite, constricted the sunlight to slight slivers, painting the pavements gold when they landed on it. My name is Logan. Logan Alesis. Bright yellow eyes hid behind thick, unkempt brown hair. A slightly pudgy figure hid well kept muscle. Garbed in denim jeans, a No Fear t-shirt, and a plain gray hoodie, I started down the street towards college, checking my bag with little effort for my daily needs. Pens, notepads, everything I would need in a classroom. The day mainly passed as per normal routine. Go to college, sit in a classroom listening to the teacher babbling half about the subject, half about his day, though no one cared. When I got out of college, I looked across the concrete street, to see a figure clutching at it's stomach, vomiting in a side street.
Serves him right, I thought, If he doesn't know his limit, he's quite stupid.
The figure, still clutching his gut, collapsed on the ground, from my point of view, unconscious. I kept walking, focusing on getting home. As I waited at the bus stop, another person appeared around the corner, also clutching their stomach. This aroused my suspicion, as me and my brother have always tried to expect everything, including zombies. This occurence just set me on edge. I got the bus home managing to evade the ill person at the bus stop. They kept lumbering about, tried to lean on someone. I'll be damned if I'm catching any of that shit.

Once at home I checked that Darren was home and told him about the strange occurences.
"You sure? Because if this is something big, then you remember the plan, right?"
Me and Darren always came up with random plans that just about made sense for each scenario we could come up with. Zombies were easy to think of. Our first step of the plan was that we would head to Costco, before the infection was announced on the news. Unfortunately, neither of us watch the news very much. It was announced yesterday as the first cases being reported in Africa and the Middle East. This put pressure on people to stock up unnessecary goods. Basic psychology of the human mind.
"Yeah, I'm sure, the guy just collapsed to the ground." I stressed.
"Fine." Darren said, his shoulder height black hair dangling in front of his eyes. "We leave tomorrow. Wake me up as soon as possible."
"What about Mum?" I asked.
"Of course she'll come with us. She's got valuable skills as a paramedic." He sighed, heading up the stairs. I didn't care what he said. Mum came with us either way skills or not. She was our Mum. To leave her here would be the act of someone without emotion.
Without a soul.

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By the way, any constructive criticism or ideas, please share. I might use them in another story and I will do a shout-out for whoever helps.

Chapter 2 - Omens

As I woke from slumber, I noticed something out of place immediately. I could hear Darren sleeping, Mum too. But something was missing.
Shit, I thought, Where are the birds? Any animal for that matter?
I would always hear some animal or another, either birds or sheep. There were farmer's fields across the road from the front door, and someone down the street threw bird feed for the pigeons each morning, yet the morning was devoid of sound. I shot out of bed and woke Darren immediately.
"Whoa-" He mumbled as I shook him awake.
"Darren. Get up. Now!" I said, a hint of fear and urgency tainting my voice.
"What's wrong? Are they here?" He asked, sitting bolt upright.
"I don't know, but I can't hear any animals. I think I know what it means."
"Wake Mum, I'll get some backpacks ready" He said, sliding out of his bed. I ran through the house to my Mum's room, and shook her awake, telling her to get dressed as quick as possible in practical clothes. Before she could answer I shot out the room and got my Army Cadets uniform on. For once, a brilliant use for the damn thing. Strong fibres holding the clothes together and enough pockets to rival the space in the biggest kit bag in the house. I didn't bring the beret, it would only slow me down.

When we were at the door of the house, about to leave, me dressed in my uniform, Darren in his leather jacket and black denim jeans, and Mum wore her paramedic uniform, carrying her small med-pack in the bag on her back, I slid on my steel toe cap boots, Darren similar mountain boots and Mum the same. Darren had come up with four backpacks, and after choosing the smallest for myself, on account of the pockets, Mum and Darren took the two biggest. I stepped outside, almost soundlessly and continued towards the shed. Opening the door with a small creek, I withdrew a hatchet for myself, a hammer for Darren, and a monkey wrench for Mum.
It would have to do for now. I thought to myself.
"Mum, we need you to drive the car, and take us to Costco." I stage-whispered.
"Costco? Why?" She replied.
"We need to stock up on tinned food, it'll last longer." I said. We crouch-walked up the stone steps leading to our door and, after checking the street outside, continued to the car. Starting the car, I heard a thunderous roar from down the street as the first of the infected came into view. It looked almost human, apart from the contorted rage written across it's face and the chunk of flesh missing from it's leg.
"Drive!" I shouted, stirring Mum into action. She reversed out of her parking position and drove down the street, passing the infected, screaming at us and chasing as fast as it could. As we turned the corner out of view, Mum turned into a bay.
"Why did you stop?" Darren asked angrily.
"I'm not moving this car until someone tells me what the HELL that... that... thing is!" She yelled, tears welling up in her eyes.
"That thing," I said, face calm, "is what I presume to be a zombie."
"Zombies?! Zombies?! You're kidding, right?!" Mum stressed.
"Sorry, but no. Either that, or the postman is pissed AND has a serious case of the munchies." Darren chuckled.
"HOW CAN YOU JOKE ABOUT THIS?!" Mum raged.
"Answer later, just drive. Posty's back." I said, pointing out the back window. Sure enough, the infected postman was sprinting round the corner at alarming speeds. Mum started the car and drove out of the bay, starting down the road again.
"We need to get to Costco. After that, head to the Gordon Barracks." I said, pulling out a driver's atlas from the dashboard's surface.
"Are you insane, Logan?! The worst place to go would be the middle of the city!" Darren ridiculed.
"Well, either that, or you try holding off whatever bunch of these things come looking you with that little hammer of yours" I said, indicating the hammer held tightly in his grasp.
"Fine, but only because we have to." He retorted.
"Um... boys? I think we're running on empty..." Mum said, voice taken over by anxiousness. The car rolled to a stop on the motorway.
"Oh..." I started, "Oh shit."

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Chapter 3 - Compromise

"Dammit" Darren said, annoyed at the now useless car. "Why didn't you fill it up yesterday?!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but I don't think anyone could have predicted ZOMBIES!" Mum retorted.
"Both of you, quiet!" I said, exasperated at their arguing. "If anything, sitting here arguing is just going to get us killed."
"Good point, Logan," Darren replied, "I think we should follow the road, sticking to the middle of the road."
"No. We should stick to the side paths to decrease detection." I said.
"Think, Logan, if the virus was sighted in Aberdeen, then the furthest it would have spread would be the outskirts of the city." He said.
"Fine, but the first sign of them, and we move to the sides. OK?" I replied.
"Fine, let's get the bags and go."
As we sifted the boot of the Citroen, I took out my bag as did Darren and Mum. We started down the street, in an almost casual walk. The caws of crows and rustling of the bushes as small animals skittered away sent us jumping at each turn.The trees at either side seemed to stare a us with the dark eye-like holes in the trunk, the bony branches seeming to turn towards us. Potholes in the road were avoided almost as quickly as the postman we encountered earlier. Soon I saw the starting of a town on the horizon, etching ever closer with each step.
"Finally!", Darren said, "We can try to get another car. With fuel this time." He shot a look at Mum. She ignored the look and kept looking at the town.
"Darren, hand me the binoculars." I said, holding my hand out towards him. He opened his bag and gave me the binoculars and, as I looked through them, dismay was written all over my face.
"What's wrong?" Darren asked.
"You know you're theory about the virus only hitting the outskirts? Well, shove this down you're pipe and smoke it." I answered, handing the binoculars back. They're were a few staggering infected on the road beside the first house, gore and blood painted on their clothes.
"Damn!" He said, a little too loudly. I immediately hushed him explaining that if they were there, they could well be in the woods beside us.
"Well, the Costco is in there, but I know how to circle halfway round the town and get in the back door." I said, a smirk crossing my face. It may have been a small pleasure, but any good news was always welcome. We started along the side of the woods and hopped into a field at the end of the woods filled with straws of hay. They'll provide good cover from sight until we get around. I thought to myself. As we ran across in a crouch, I heard a footstep from ahead and held one hand behind me to halt the others and woth the other drew my hatchet. I had dulled the steel of the blade with dirt, to stop the shine from giving our position away. As I cleared the hay to the sound of the noise, I saw a figure wearing a blue apron with a nametag on it. The nametag read 'My name is Robert. Can I be of service?' I swiftly brought the hatchet down on his head as he turned around to the sound of me approaching. The sickening thwump as it sliced into him was horrible. I withdrew the hatchet from his head, cleaning the blood on his otherwise clean apron. We continued towards the town, and the large square building with 'COSTCO' in big red letters soon came into sight.
I hoped to hell nothing was inside. That was all we really had.
Hope.


As we reached the back door, I heard moans coming from inside.
"Shit!", Darren whispered from behind me, "They're in their?"
"It's ok for now, living infected would growl or roar, remember? The ones in there are most likely shamblers." I replied. I continued to the door, opening it slowly and entered, looking in all directions.
"Clear." I whispered to the others. The followed me in, Darren taking the lead. "Darren, let me go first." I said.
"No. I'm 18, and two years older than you. I'm going first." He replied. He started towards the door that would lead to the shop floor, then froze and started to slowly withdraw his hammer. I in turn signalled Mum to take out her wrench, then took out my hatchet.
"What is it?" I asked.
"There's a bunch of them surrounding a shelve, they're looking up at something." He replied.
As we crouch-walked towards him I saw figure sitting on the shelve, holding a pistol, presumably empty. Every now and then he would look down at the half-dozen, an annoyed look on his face.
"Listen", I said, "I have a plan."


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Chapter 4 - New Meat

"Listen," I said, "I have a plan." Before I could say any more, Darren interrupted.
"No, I have a plan" he said, moving fowards slightly. "You two get him down while I distract them."
"Well that has to the most brilliant, epic, completely DUMBASS idea I've ever heard!" I replied, shaking my head.
"Just do it, I mean, what was you're idea? Throw a rock or something to distract them? That would only work for two seconds."
Fine," I said, "We'll do it your way. But just don't let them surround you for fuck's sake." At that, Mum and I sneaked forwards and to the side. Darren stood straight up and sauntered straight towards the half-dozen zombies. As we approached the side of the shelf not zombie-occupied, we heard Darren start the distraction.
"C'MON YOU PUS-FUCKS! COME AND GET IT!" He yelled, stirring them into motion. They started to shuffle towards him, almost tripping over each other. The  man on the shelf was also distracted by Darren's yelling, until we called up to him.
"Quick, man, get down! We can get you out of here!" I called.
"Two seconds while I get my stuff!" He called back. We watched as he packed up his scarce belongings and took out a vicious-looking machete while putting the pistol away. He jumped down, turning to us with a wide smile on his face. Thick, shoulder height, black hair coated his head, almost covering his crimson eyes, and a few days of stubble coated his chin-area. He wore a long, black trenchcoat, what looked like a butler's jacket with a tie, and jeans with custom pockets on the legs. He stuck out a hand as if to shake my hand.
"Name's Vanadis, but just call me Van." He said in a slightly gritty voice.
"Name's Logan," I said, a bit cautiously, "This is my Mum, Catherine. Darren's the guy who just helped saved you're ass." Van looked over his shoulder, towards where the moans and taunts were coming from. Darren had started circling back to us, taking proud strides, waving as if nothing had happened.
"Hey guys! Can you help me with this little problem?" He said aloud, humour tinting his voice. We all took our weapons in hand, ready to fight.

After dispatching the zombies, I introduced Van to Darren. They got along alright, though Van kept saying weird things every now and then. As we stocked up on as much tinned food as possible, I asked Van where he got the gun.
"Well, it was part of my problem of getting stuck in the Costco", he replied, "I went into a house, hoping to find food. I opened the door to one of the rooms and it looked like the owner had a few pistols and a couple rifles, like he expected something to happen. Anyway I took one of the pistols, but forgot to scout the room. The owner and another zombie were there watching me. When I noticed them, they came at me. I put them down, but the noise attracted..." He paused, thinking back, "...more of those things. I ran into here hoping to lock the door, but I didn't have enough time. So I clambered on top of that shelf and took potshots when they were under me." After finishing his tale, Darren called over that some more zombies were making their way over, after hearing his shouts. We made our way out the back to find a bunch of them closing in on it. We quickly doubled back to the front of the store and got out through there.
"Take to the house you were at before, Vanadis." I said, scouting the area in front.
"Sure, just follow me." He replied, a sudden quirk hitting his voice and leaving as quickly as it appeared. Van led the way towards a house, the door of which looked like someone had almost blown it off it's hinges. As we entered, Van pointed up the stairs. We crept up the steps, almost two at a time. As we reached the top, Van entered a room almost adjacent from the stairs, beckoning us in. As I entered, the gleam of sun on metal shone out, revealing the positions of the weapons. I picked up a pistol, holstered it in a pocket, and hefted up a shotgun to inspect it. The model I picked up was a Remington pump action 870. I started sifting around for ammo as Van picked up the other shotgun, a Winchester model, designed to shoot slug shots. Mum picked up the last pistol, seeing as Darren wouldn't take it. I opened a cupboard and ammo spilled out as shells and ready made pistol magazines. Not all that much really. About 45 Shotgun shells, and 50 pistol magazines, each holding about ten bullets. Not the best, but pretty damn good.
Things were starting to look up for a change.
Finally.

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Chapter 5 - Escape

Hefting the newly found guns, we exited through the back of the house, towards the garage. Entering through the the garage door, I held the Remington at the ready in case of any unwelcome guests. Turning the corner, I felt bile rise in the back of my throat. The car's door was ajar, a torn apart body on the ground, as if dragged from the vehicle as they tried to escape. Mum came through, then straight back out as she trhew up on the grass.
"Guess we're not taking this one then." Van said, breaking the silence. Even with the overwhelming smell and gore, he still seemed to maintain a cheery smile.
"Okay, double back, out the front, try the next house." I said, biting back the urge to let loose my breakfast. We turned back around to the house, seeing a random shambler that must of seen us go in. Before I could even raise my shotgun, Van had beheaded it with one smooth swipe of the machete.
"And that's how to kill a zombie," he said, a wierd twitch in his eye, "Zombie 101, aim for the head." I leaned slightly towards Darren.
"Do you think his time stuck on that shelf snapped his brain or something?" I whispered as Van cleaned his blade.
"At the least. We're lucky the guy's not completely insane!" He replied. As the four of us got to the next house, I saw a people carrier parked on the pavement. I stopped and crouched, halting the others, and pointed over to it. I saw a grin cover Darren's face as well as Van's.
"Where are the keys?" Mum asked. I pondered for a second.
"Probably in the house it's in front of." I replied. They seemed to agree, and so headed towards the house. Checking the street was clear for the most part, I beckoned the others to follow me across, keeping low as I ran. As I reached the house, I crouched beside the door, aiming at it with the shotgun, getting used to the wieght. The others caught up and Van took the lead, opening the door almost casually, just strolling through. He turned as if to say 'It's clear', almost as quickly as an infected ran through and rugby tackled him to the ground. He tried to throw it off, rolling back and forth while avoiding the gnashing teeth. Darren ran through and bludgeoned it's head with the flat side of the hammer. It flew off of Van and into a nearby wall, cracking it under the impact. It started to get back up, but not before Darren Smahed it's head in, again and again. By the time he stopped, you wouldn't be able to recognise it as human. But I guess, after it got infected, it no longer was anything resembling human.

After rummaging through the house and managing to find the keys to the people carrier outside, we quickly exited the house. Clambering into the front passenger seat, Mum got into the driver's seat and Van and Darren got in the back. As Mum started the car, she groaned.
"No petrol in this either." She said, slouching fowards.
"There's a petrol station just up the road, we can try it and see if there's something still left." Van said, still smiling, even though he was almost killed by the infected. Mum followed Van's directions towards the station, before it came into view at the opposite side of town. Mum pulled into the station, beside a fuel pump, taking the car to a stop. As we piled out of the car, we heard guttural roars and pitiful moans playing across the wind from the town. Looking through the binoculars, I could see figures piling out of houses, alleys and the Costco we raided earlier.
"Mum! Get started on filling the car! Darren! Get into the building and get some food! You don't know how much it could help. Vanadis! You're with me!" I rattled off commands, unsurprisingly followed by the rest. Van and I started down the road a bit, then off to one side. As the first infected came into view, Van lined up a shot. A terrific bang filled the air as he fired, and sent the sprinter flying backwards. More replaced the fallen one and we started retreating slowly, Van taking careful shots, Me only shooting when they got close. Van switched to his pistol after reconsidering the ammo dilemma. We started to retreat quicker as more turned up. Darren appeared beside Mum as we reached the fuel pump and turned around. Van let loose with a couple more shots, one missing it's target, the other taking the legs out from under a sprinter. I heard a scream from behind me and turned around to see an infected attacking Mum. It had managed to sneak up and attack her, biting into her arm and mauling her neck. I let loose a feral roar and flew at it, hatchet withdrawn. I hacked into it's head over and over until Darren tugging on my arm took me out of the rage. He had carried Mum into the car, laying her on the back seat and called for us to get into the car as he slid behind the steering wheel. Van jumped in the front and I jumped into the back with Mum. Darren turned the ignition, hearing the car roar into life and sped away, towards Aberdeen. We scored some decent loot. But it wasn't worth it. Not if I lost my Mum.
Nothing was worth that much.
It just wasn't fair.

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interesting... the story is going to fast no real back round, some gramar mistakes, I am enjoying some of this fast pace situation that is about to happen.. chapter 4 sofar


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