I'd been stuck in this dammed zombie apocalypse for two years now and tons of people had become zombies. It had started when I was twenty and my sister was twenty-five.

I lived at a military base with my sister, Caitlin and my parents, I’d brought them to the base near the start of the outbreak.

I mainly guarded the place, making sure the zombies didn't escape and if they did then I had to try to get them back in the cage; but if that was unsuccessful then I'd have to kill them. I didn't like killing them because my sister was working on the cure; they could become human again.

My sister was going to test a few vaccines today and I was going to be with her, making sure the zombies didn't get out of their restraints.

I walked to the dark, smelly basement where we kept all the zombies and three of my colleagues were there. The zombies were whacking the bars, trying to get out and they made horrible growling noises. I nearly gagged from the awful smell of death and rotting corpses.

Some zombies were more repulsive than others because they smelt far worse and some of them had guts hanging out or they were so thin that there was only skin and bones. When someone first became a zombie their eyes would go red and they would become paler.

My friend Kyle walked over; he had beautiful tanned skin and somehow he always had perfectly spiked, black hair, even in the apocalypse.

“Do you want one of these zombies, Isabella?” He asked.

“Yes please.” I nodded.

Jerry rolled his eyes, his large belly stuck out of his shirt, he definitely needed a bigger size. He scratched his shaven head.

“We're not supposed to call them zombies, they're CRD sufferers!” Jerry exclaimed.

CRD stood for Cannibalistic Rabies Disease and that was what we were meant to call them. But I didn't see much point in it as the zombies didn't have feelings, or at least not from what we could tell.

“Whatever, it's not like they have feelings,” I replied and shook my head.

Kyle opened the door to one of the cages and the zombie lunged at him, but the chains prevented it from attacking him. Kyle used the zombie leash, which was a metal pole with a wire loop and tightened it. Now the zombie wouldn't be able to run off. He held the pole out towards me, so I took it and he undid the chains which had been keeping the zombie in its cell. It lurched towards me and I stood my ground, the pole was keeping the zombie back.

“I'll come with you to make sure that zombie doesn't get away,” Kyle said.

“Thanks,” I replied.

I started walking and the zombie followed while holding its arms out, trying to grab me. I opened the door leading to the stairs and started walking up them, the zombie was mostly stumbling up the steps, it was taking a lot longer to get to the top than usual.

The zombie stunk, it must've been around for a while because parts of its flesh were peeling off and it was a sickly, greyish, green colour. I wondered if there was any point in trying to cure this zombie because it had been in that state for so long and I didn't think anyone would want to live in such a decayed body.

“So do you think your sister and the others are close to finding a cure?”

“I've no idea.” I shrugged. “But I hope they are because I want the world back to the way it used to be.”

I missed so much about the old world, like TV shows, my bed, my friends, the internet, McDonald's and a lot of other things.

“Yeah, that would be ideal.”

We finally got to the top of the stairs, Kyle opened the door and we walked along the dark hallway, with the zombie following behind.

“So what'll you do when this is all over?” Kyle asked as he looked at me.

“I'll go home, I mean if it's still there. Cause you know, it could be a mess. But that's what I'd like to do and I'll eat all the junk food I can.” I smiled. “What will you do?”

"I'm going to a bar and getting wasted." He chuckled.

“Of course you would do that.” I rolled my eyes.

Kyle complained a lot about the lack of alcohol at the base, whereas I barely noticed since I didn't drink much before the apocalypse anyway.

“I haven't had any alcohol in months, I miss it,” He said and sighed.

I smiled, “Well, it's healthier not to drink a lot of alcohol.”

“I suppose.” He shrugged.

Kyle stopped and opened the door; I walked inside with the zombie and my sister was there with another guard, Alan.

My sister tied her long, black hair up in a ponytail. Caitlin and I had tanned skin, but my hair was brown, unlike hers.

Alan’s black hair was in a neat man-bun, sometimes he left it down and flowing. It looked nice both ways, but having it out of the way was probably more practical. He was thin and pale as well.

“Well I'll see you later,” Kyle said and he patted my back.

“Bye, see you later.”

I brought the zombie over to the table, Alan came over and helped me get the zombie onto it. The zombie thrashed, trying to attack Alan and me, but we forced its limbs down and restrained them. It growled louder than normal, clearly agitated by the restraints.

Caitlin walked over and she had the injection in her hand. I really hoped that it was the cure, but it could still take years for a proper cure to be made.

“Right... first test on zombie 53,” Caitlin said as she looked at the tag around the zombie's wrist.

Caitlin sighed as she put the injection into the zombie's arm and injected the liquid into it. My sister pulled the injection out and almost immediately the zombie started to spasm ferociously, as if it was having a seizure. Then the zombie stopped moving altogether, was it was properly dead?

“Is it alive or what?” Alan frowned.

Caitlin shrugged, “Uh I'm not sure.”

The zombie still wasn't moving or making any sounds, presumably it was dead.

“I don't think it's alive anymore,” I replied and shook my head.

Caitlin sighed and it was easy to tell that she was disappointed because it didn't work, as was I. But it must be worse for her since she spent hours working on vaccines.

“It's unfortunate that it didn't work, but we have loads of zombies and there's a few more vaccines that we can test,” I said.

“Yeah, we'll keep going.” Caitlin nodded.

Throughout the day we tested vaccines on at least ten different zombies, from recently infected to ones who'd been infected ages ago. None of the vaccines worked, they had all killed the zombies.

I could tell that my sister was giving up hope, but I was sure that we would get a vaccine at some point. I wasn't going to give up hoping for a vaccine, especially since there were still four vaccines left to test.