Chapter 3: The cure

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Chapter 3

The cure

 

 

 

  

 

     The next morning I some how woke up in my own bed in my own room at my own house. I was dazed and confused about that. “That’s strange, how the heck did I get here.....” I sat up and started to walk to the upstairs hall. I walked down it and headed down the stairs. I drew my gun and turned the corner into the living room. No one was in the room but the TV was on and the front door was still closed and locked. It just made my confusion, and suspicion, even bigger.

     I heard a clanking in the kitchen like some thing had fallen over, like a pot or a pan. Then I knew where the culprit was. I was going to go in there and kill it. So I quietly crept over to the kitchen door and counted slowly to 3 quietly before I entered. “1..... 2..... 3..... Now!” I said and kicked open the door and aimed the gun. I put in down when I saw who it really was. “Dad?..... DAD!!!” I yelled, then ran over and hugged him very tight. “I wondered when you were getting up sleepy head.” He said.

     “Where the heck have you been!?! You left me to fend for

myself those two day! I had to fight off these awful creatures and almost died!!! I said, trying to caught me breathe from that little anger fit. I sighed and waited for an answer. “I was in Florida, working with the government to try and find a cure for this virus that’s been spread around by some unknown person, I think.” he said.  “Well, at least your back right now, that’s all I really care about now.” I told him; although I was really mad he didn’t tell me he was leaving and that there was nothing in the fridge for me to eat.

     Before we had a chance to say anymore, there was a small knock on the door. I drew my gun and my dad drew his. He looked at me funny and I said, “What? I can’t use the gun anymore?” He just shrugged his shoulders and started walking to the front door. “Be careful Bj, it could be anyone, or, well, anything I suppose.” my dad said.

     I grabbed the gold color doorknob and turned it slowly. I ripped the door open ready to shoot at what it was. But I put the gun down when I saw that, standing in front of me, was a little boy, very young. He just stood there and stared up at me with his big eyes. “Hi little boy.....” I said confused. “My name is Tj and I can’t find my mom!” he told me. He started to cry and I rushed him inside. “Don’t worry,” I said, “we’ll take care of you until we can find your mom.” I shut the door and twisted the dead bolt to lock.

     Later that day, we talked to Tj and asked him some questions about him and his house. “So how old are you Tj?” I asked. “I’m seven and a half years old.” he said, he wasn’t very shy by then. “Well, do you know where you live?” my dad asked. “My mommy calls it Zombie town or something like that, I think.” he said, starting to sniffled a bit. “What street?” I asked. “I live on Zymis street some where around here.” Tj told us. “Do you happen to know your home phone number buddy?” “Yeah, I do, it’s 639-9363.” “Good, we’ll call your mom right now.” I said, and went to the table with the phone.

     I picked up the receiver and dialed his number. “It’s ringing.” I said. It rang a few times, and then someone picked up and answered the phone. “Hello?” A kindly women’s voice said. “Hi,” I said, “Do you have a missing son named Tj ma’am?” “Yes, why? Do you have him?” the women said suspiciously and irritably. “Yes, and we were wondering.....” I started to say, but the women interrupted my question. “If you harm a single hair on his head, I swear to God I’ll kill you! That’s a promise boy. This isn’t funny. Now tell me where you are!” she screamed. Then it all went quiet, just silent in the house and on the other side of the phone line.

     Then a widow shattering broke that moment of silence. Screams of terror rang through the receiver and moans of some sort to. The last thing I heard before the line went dead was “Tell Tj I love him..… Click.” I knew she was dead. She had been gotten by the evil creatures, just like the mailman and the innocent bystanders had.

     I hung up and looked over at Tj on the couch. He just sat there and looked backed at me. Then I looked over at my father and said, “She’s gone to the heavens, and the zombies have gotten her. It sounded like they broke through the window and all I heard before it went dead, was she said... ‘Tell Tj I love him’. It’s pretty sad.”

     “Who’s gone?” Tj asked, with his brown eyes open wide with curiosity and confusion. Then came the hard part, trying to explain to a seven-year-old that his mother is dead. “Well.....it’s your mom Tj. The zombies have gotten her and she’s....... she’s..... Dead.” I told him with a painful stuttering. He just looked at me funny, like he didn’t understand or believe me. It was bad enough I had to tell him, but then he didn’t understand.

     But there was no time to explain, because I noticed something “different”. Something out the window caught my eye as we were talking. It was pretty dark out, but that wouldn’t have been weird...if it hadn’t been three ‘o’ clock in the afternoon. It freaked me out and the other two noticed by then also. Then the darkness seemed to move by the window until a huge eye made its way in front of it. That’s when we knew something was wrong.

     “Run!” I yelled, and without a question, we all sprinted for the kitchen. I thought we might have been safe for the moment, but I was dead wrong. A huge arm broke through the back window kitchen, and despite the green blood dripping from his cuts; he still reached in as if the broken glass hadn’t fazed him. My dad ands I could just see through the top of the window and saw what was reaching in. The zombie this time was a huge ninety-seven foot Cyclops who was actually sticking out of the ground. Only from his torso up was above the ground and he looked like he had burrowed up from somewhere deep underground.

     The Cyclops reached over towards the stove, looking for a body to grab. My dad thought quickly and swiftly went to the stove and turned on the burner underneath the oversized hand, and the flames burst into action and burned the Cyclops’s hand. It drew its hand back and back out the window, spilling the pot of something that was sitting on the stove. It splattered everywhere and the clink echoed in the house. Of course it was silent again, and no rustling of the creature could be heard from outside.

     My dad carefully made his way t the window and peaked through the window curtains. “The Cyclops zombie has turned back into a human!” he said in shock. I wondered why too. Then my dad snapped his fingers and said, “I think I’ve found a cure to the virus.”

“Wait! What?” I said, “When that thing touched the mixture in the pot, that’s when it turned back to normal. That mixture must be the cure.” He said. “So what was in there?” Tj asked curiously. “Fish oil and sodium chloride.”

     “It works by an enzymes in our skin reacts with the sodium chloride and dissolves the chlorine to only leave the sodium. Then the pure sodium reacts with the air and burns up the virus. It’s simple really.” he explained. “Yeah, simple for an advanced biochemist.” I said a bit rudely.

     As we took a breather and relaxed for a moment, we all felt a cool breeze drift through the broken window where the arm came through. It felt really nice, ell, at least until the air-changed colors. The clear breeze quickly started to turn green, thick, and heavier when you breathed it. It wasn’t normal, but before I could even think about it any more, I collapsed and hit the floor, just barely conscious.

     I kept an eye open and just saw as Tj went down too, then finally my dad. The last thing I heard before I totally went out was a devilish, malicious, evil-enjoying laugh. I knew then that it was the man with the golden eyes. He was certainly the one and seemed to me then to be nothing good, only the one who wants to kill me for some reason. My final thoughts were: Why? Why is he after my dad and me? I never did anything to him. Hell! I had never even met him! Then I fell to the sweet painless world of the dreams.