Two months earlier...
The scientists discovered a virus that can terminate any sickness. Brain damage, Syndrome, Cancer, and other sickness in the world that can't be cured. It can be used even for elderly people. But during the trial of the virus, a patient being injected few days ago turned into something not human or as we may called it, zombie. They can't be controlled, blinded by hunger and sensitive to sound. They tried to kill any human on sight and even if you survive, no cure can kills that virus. Since that day, the cure that supposed to be hope for humanity turned into an infectious and deadly virus in the span of just three days. It infected everyone in the city. The city collapsed. Everyone calls it, D-Days.
Before the apocalypse began, I was just a regular 9th grader and the only daughter that my father had. Even though, my mom passed away. My life still feels completed with just my father. He loves me and cares for me, just like before.
But one day, a little boy wearing a green jacket and a backpack on his back sitting in the middle of the living room. I was shocked. I looked at him and he turned. His eyes... looked like me when I can't get over mom. The eyes that just lost someone important. But one question still remains, who is he? Or better yet, why is he here?
Then my father came out of his room. He casually said that he adopted him. He also said that it's so that I don't feel lonely anymore. Or so he said. But then a thought came over me, maybe he doesn't love me anymore. Don't tell me it's cause of him?! My thought were blinded by anger and I took it out on him.
After that, I began to hate him more and more. I never even give him the love he deserved. To make matters worse, he did something. He mocked me. I know he's very smart and skipped grades but he greeted me. In front of my friends. I can't help myself, but to whisper something to him.
'Just because you're smart, it's not gonna change the fact that you're adopted'.
With that simple and hurtful sentence, I left him alone and continued to go to class with my friends.
Then, I heard a rumor that a transfer student getting bullied in the hallway. I thought that maybe it's just regular ones. But, I was wrong. My brother came home with a bruise. It was unusual but deep inside I know something was wrong and I still ignore him. My childish thought only said that he just tried to get my attention. Back then, I was blinded by anger. My friends said that adoption means you're gonna get replaced. I know it was wrong but I couldn't help it. Part of me, felt hurt and sad. I thought he will be fine but I was wrong.
One week later, I found his bedroom door half opened. I peeked inside and saw him crying. He held a knife pointed at himself. Something tells me he was gonna do something. In a matter of second, I rushed towards him and stopped what he's doing. Luckily, he's not resisting that makes it easier for me. I bled a little but it's not what bothers me. It's his eyes. Something in his eyes changed. Despair. I felt awful that i'm the one who made him like this. Made him wanted to kill himself.
For a while, I held him in my arms and he sobbed uncontrollably. After that, I vowed to never let him feel that way again.~
Two months had gone by, I made a new friend. His name is Trevor. He said his father worked as a scientist in some company. I forgot the name but he said it proudly. But one day, he told me something weird. He told me to run away from this city because something dangerous will come. Zombie. I wanna told him that I don't believe him, but when I saw his expression. That made me change my mind.
I tried to tell my father about it, but it's the same response as me before. He dismissed it easily, saying it was probably nothing. Then the day after that, a loud knock was heard on the front door of my house. I looked down from upstairs because my room is on 2nd floor. I was afraid to go down. But, who could blame me? It's midnight.
I noticed my brother walked out of his rooms. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at me, but didn't say anything to me. Probably still half asleep.
"What is it, Ty?"
"M..mm Rere, I feel a lot of unstable brain waves coming."
"Huh? What do you mean, Ty?" But before he could answer, there's a loud knock again coming from downstairs. It makes weird sequence no.. It sounds like they tried to get inside. Our dad came out from the living room and walked to the front door. He peeked a little through the hole in the door and saw a man with blood on his shirt.
"Who is it, dad?" The loud knock turned into loud banging on the door and it keeps getting louder and louder.
Dad started to back away. He grabbed a baseball bat and kept his distance from the door. I don't know what's outside the door, but that made me remember about Trevor. My friend.
I ran to my room with Tyler following behind me. Food, Medkit, Flashlight are stuffed inside my backpack. Tyler still confused, stood silently behind me.
Meanwhile, Dad pushed the wardrobe against the door. Even though, it barely holds them back.
As if on cue, The loud banging getting louder and louder. And then suddenly, a horde of zombie broke in. Dad tried to swing his bat, but it looked pointless. They rose up and bite him back on his legs.
I screamed at him to go upstairs, but he ignored me. At that moment, I knew he wasn't going to make it and I tried holding back my tears and ran away quickly through my windows with Tyler on my back. He kept asking about Dad but I told him it was too late for him. He sobbed a little and hugged me tighter.
The next moment I took a step outside my house, I saw something horrifying. More than scene from movies. It looks disastrous. Cars crashed everywhere, people running around, it's like apocalypse.
Human--no, Zombies tore people's neck like it's eating some sort of bread. Not to make matters worse, They even can't be killed with just strike on their body. I don't even know what to think anymore. I just ran and tried to find a safe place for me and my brother. Survival is the only thing that lingered on my mind, and this day that everyone called D-days made me aware of one thing. Survival of the fittest has a lot of meaning behind it.