Hey Everyone! My name is EleanorHelena and I'm a writer and ambassador on wattpad. My main project is Ethereal Angels, a paranormal book (also my first) but I am almost finished with it and have begun working on a new book called the Zombie King. Zombie King is actually based off a dream I had and I decided I would take it and turn it into words. The Zombie King is also my first time writing in first person and oh gosh it's been fun but also a challenge switching into first person. Anyway this chapter is about Genesis, the main character, and her life before she met her friends.

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Genesis-

In the beginning there was blood. Lots and lots of blood everywhere. The screams had been so loud that my ears would ring and my head would ache. The living ran down the roads in horror trying their best to escape while the dead sought them out.

But this... this isn't the beginning. This is after the screaming, the bloodshed, and the gore. This is when the screams stopped and the moans echoed through the streets as the dead wandered aimlessly.
I stood at the long window looking down the street. A large tree stood in front of me, the large limbs tangled up reaching for the sky. I stared out through the tree and onto the road watching the figures below stumble along the road. I sighed in relief as I watched them pass down onto the larger road.

"Not today." I said out loud. The sound echoed off my light pink walls. I looked around the room starring at the childish border that surrounded my room. Oh how I wish I would have redecorated the room while I still could. Barbie's, perfectly pristine in their boxes, stare down at me on one side while porcelain dolls smile at me from the other side. I used to love the dolls that surrounded me, but now their stares made me uneasy.

I made my way over to my white drawer to grab some clothes to get me through the day. I slipped them on and ran down the stairs, tennis shoes in toe and down into the hallway. My eyes welled up as I stare at the family I've lost within the past few months.

Or so I thought.

No one could be sure who had lived and how had died we could only just assume, like my parents did, that most people didn't survive. Even looking around our neighborhood, the loss was astounding as I hadn't seen a survivor in, well, I honestly don't know how long.

The once neatly trimmed yards and bushes were overgrown and full of trash and some of the lawns even had new 'ornaments' of blood and entrails that were strung out in various patterns. Some survivors' homes, like ours, had wood nailed across every window and doors trying to keep the living dead out. This definitely wasn't the neighborhood it had known.

Nothing was the same and there was no way it would ever go back.

As I stared at each photograph, remembering, I saw the familiar faces of my mom, dad, and I looked into a camera. Our matching smiles stared into the camera. I gently placed my fingers over their faces, caressing them as if I could actually reach into the photo and touch them. I'd given anything to be able to see their smiling faces again, but that was also a thing of the past. They had gone missing exactly 4 days ago, looking for food so that I could survive, so that we all could.

I moved past the photographs and into our country kitchen. I grabbed a can of mixed fruit, opened it up and gobbled every last drop. I moved across the kitchen and put the can in an almost full garbage bag. My dad had been the one to take out the trash, throwing it out into a spot behind our garage, but I had been too scared to go outside these safe walls.

Today all that would change. Today I would be leaving the confines of this house.

Don't worry I'm not naive. I'm not going on some brave search for my parents. I'm not stupid. From the first night they didn't return I understood that I was alone now. We had that talk, and no not the fun birds and the bees talk, but the undead will have probably eaten us if we don't come back, talk. Now it had been days since they left, but it could have been weeks and the thoughts would be the same.

I knew. I knew.

But today I had decided it was time for me to be brave or maybe reckless, even if it was, it was necessary. The supply of canned food was dwindling down and our bottled water was completely drained. I had no choice now but to be brave.

I could do this. Right?

"I can do this!" my voice echoed through the kitchen as I reassured myself. I grabbed my shoes and stuffed them on my feet as determination coursed through my veins. I walked back into the laundry room and grabbed a big duffle bag my dad had used previously to scavenge. I stared at my reflection in our mirror going over the plans in my head.

"I will do this! Even if kills me..." whispering the last part as I stand up and make my way to the only door not boarded up. My dad had blocked it with a heavy wooden bookshelf. I had grown some muscles from scooting that bookshelf back and forth after my parents left or returned. I planted myself on the side of the bookshelf where there was a gap between the wall and began to push it away using my feet as leverage. The bookshelf moved and the large and horribly painted green door came to view. I pulled onto the handle of the door and turned it, opening up into the outside world. A wave of humid air hit me immediately and I gasped breathing it in for the first time in a while. I stepped out onto a wooden deck we had built on the side of the road and stared at the large wooden fence that laid ahead. Believe it or not, privacy fences had been great for the zombie apocalypse. We hadn't spent a lot of time outside in our backyard testing the theory out, but so far we had no breaches in it.

I quietly crept up on the wooden gate that loomed in front of me, heart pounding in my chest. I peered through the gaps, and my eyes shifted from side to side, making sure there was nothing in sight.

"Steady yourself." I reassured myself as my breathing began to become erratic and my heart fluttered away.

After peering out of the cracks I grabbed the handle and pushed the gate open. I jumped behind the large blue trash container as the door squeaked open and shut.

TOO LOUD TOO LOUD! My brained yelled.

I peered out from the side of the container and relaxed a bit as there was nothing in sight. I made my way out and into the open, feet pumping, as I run from house to house. I made my way down a large road and up to the neighborhood adjacent with mine. As I passed each house I took note of the ones that had the doors or windows smashed in.

A loud noise breaks me from my thoughts and I sprinted across the lawn I am standing on and placed my back flat against the house. The noise grew louder and louder as it came upon the side street. I bent down and peered past the house, looking towards the side road. The motorcycle growled as I watched it pass where I hid. A man rode alone dressed all in black. His blonde hair swung in the wind. I watched him as his head moved side to side, taking in most of the houses around. The sweat dripped down my forehead as I waited, unmoving, until he passed and the sound of the motorcycle faded into a distant rumble.

I sneaked around the corner and moved my head both ways before I took off in a jog and made my way down the row of houses until I reached the end. The blue house that loomed in front of me had been boarded up like ours but none of the planks had been removed. I made my way around, checking each window to make sure it was untouched. I jumped over the chain length fence in the back and noticed a large patio door covered with some wood. Sitting my pack down, I pulled out a hammer and began to work on some of the larger nails that protruded from the planks. When I pulled the last one off I knocked on the glass door and peered inside. The house was quiet and still.

My heart sped as I slide the door open and stepped inside. A stench in the air hit my nostrils and I bend over as I gagged; the air is thick with blood and decay. I made my way into the house and towards the kitchen but my stomach lurched as I find the source of the smell. A man laid at the kitchen table, handgun laying to the side, his body sprawled and blood was splattered across the wall.

Be strong, I remind myself as I made my way past the body and deeper into the kitchen towards two doors hung in front of me, appearing to be a pantry. I stepped over some blood and trash and made my way through the two doors.

JACKPOT!

Just as I figured, an untouched pantry laid in front of me. I began to stuff my bags full of canned foods, water and whatever else I could get my hands on. I greedily filled and filled until my bag was so heavy I barely could carry the weight. I picked up my bag as a noise sounded from outside the doors.

My breath hitched in my throat as I peer around to the side and past the kitchen. A crunch echoed into my ears as I watched a figure sweep across the floor, shuffling in its wake. I guess I let out a gasp, because at that moment the rotting figure snapped its gruesome head towards me and rushed towards me. A scream escaped my lips against my will as I attempted to slam the doors to the pantry shut. The thing was faster and stronger as it gnarled and gnawed. My body flopped into the wall as it rushed towards me and I fell back onto the floor.

This was it. This was how it would all end. I closed my eyes, thinking of my parents and smiled at the thought of reuniting with them, but the end never came.

A spray of hot fluid splashed across my face as I opened my eyes. The headless body that stood in front of me began to slump towards the floor.

"Where you not even going to try to fight back?" A voice sounded from around the corner.

"Um... excuse me?" I questioned still in shock as to what had just happened. My body shook as I lifted myself up and stepped over the body into the kitchen. A figure stood behind the door, wiping off a sword with one of the towels that had hung on the stove.

"You might as well have offered yourself up as food to that thing." He frowned at me as he spoke.

"I... I..." I stuttered as I glared at him. "What just happened?" His crystal eyes met mine and my heart dropped. "You're the guy on the motorcycle."

"Yes and you're the girl sneaking around houses without a weapon in the zombie apocalypse." His blonde hair fell into his face as he scolded me.

"I didn't think..."

"Obviously you didn't think." He laughed coldly.

"Hey, you don't get to talk to me that way." Something snapped inside me as the anger welled up, heat spreading through my chest. "You might have saved my life but that doesn't mean you have the right to speak to me like I'm just some idiot girl." I stepped towards him finger pointing straight at him. "I thought I was being careful okay? It might not have been the best but I'm trying okay? I'M TRYING!" hot tears stung my cheeks as I yelled at him.

"Listen, I'm sorry okay?" His voice dropped as he ran his hand through his wavy hair. "I didn't mean to speak to you like that. It was cruel of me."

"Yes it was and you had no right."

"And as I said I'm sorry, but if I had come a few seconds later your head would be next to that one." He pointed in the direction of the head that laid on the floor.

"I know." I sighed. "I'm not used to this. I thought I was prepared, but nobody prepared me for this." I pointed to the floor and to the body that laid there. "I mean I knew they existed and I know what they do, but I guess I just didn't realize." Tears began to spring from my eyes as I turned my back on him.

"Hey... I'm sorry okay?" He stepped towards me and put his warm calloused hands on my shoulder. "Nobody ever taught you how to fight?"

"No. There wasn't a reason to know. I was safe."

"Safe... that word is something I don't hear much of." He took his hand off my shoulder and moved through the house. "You're one of the first people I've heard use that word in some time."

"I hadn't even left my house. I had no reason to go out." I said emptily thinking about the safe space I had left. "And now I'm really regretting even leaving."

"Wait did you say you hadn't left your house?"

"Yeah, no reason to leave."

"How did you survive?" He questioned.

"My parents." My heart stuttured. "They took care of me. They went out on scavenging hunts, so that I would be safe." A tear trickled down my cheek. "They went out and never came back."

"Oh... I'm so sorry." He moved close to me again. "How long have they been gone now?"

"Four days now."

"Are you sure they wouldn't have gone further?"

"They wouldn't leave me alone. They knew we were running low on water and food."

Silence hung in the air as we both stood there. I moved my eyes towards his and stared into the depths of the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

"So you're alone now?"

"Looks like it."

"Normally I'd tell you how stupid it would be to go with a stranger, one of the first thing I teach people, but I have a camp of survivors. You're welcome to come with us and I can teach you how to fight and take care of yourself."

His words replayed in my mind. I had nothing left for me here.

"If you want to think it over, I can meet back up with you in a few days?" He questioned.

"Well, I guess I have nothing left to lose right? I'll obviously end up dead if I stay by myself, but I need you to make me a few promises."

He cocked his head to side, "and they are?"

"One, promise me you'll teach me how to fight using a sword like you?"

His eyes lit up as he looked down towards the sword strapped to his side. "It would be my pleasure."

"Okay. Second, well I need you to promise you aren't some crazy cannibal or something like that." My cheeks heat up and I feel my face flush red.

He chuckled as he grabbed my hand. "Don't worry human meat is not the least bit appealing to me."

"Well, okay, that settles that."

He pulled my hand and we walked out the door down the street. His motorcycle sat on the curb of the road. The metal shone in the sun.

"Ever been on one of these before?"

"Nope, but as I said before what do I have to lose?" I smiled as he puts his legs over and holds out his hand for me.

"Before we ride off into sunset, there is one thing I think I should ask."


"And what's that."

"Your name." I Smiled as I took his hand letting him pull me onto the motorcycle.

"Constantin." His voice said as the motorcycle grumbles to life.

Constantin, the name echoed through my thoughts as we sped off and into my new life.

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