Bad Kids Bring Good Zombies

A girl becomes a zombie and infects her friends. Now she's fighting for her life. Aaliyah and Thomas join Bre on the search for the cure, but it is part of her.

Bad Kids Bring Good Zombies

Bre stared at the sun, its bright light barely blinding her. She sighed quietly to herself, imagining her parents. The two people had died saving her sister, who unfortunately died anyway. Ariel, Bre’s twins sister, had always been a complaining person. She’d always insist that she’d never die or be hurt. Sadly enough, a man had come into their house. They attempted to kill Ariel, but both parents quickly jumped in the way. Bre had hid, watching her sister and parents die in front of her while she was completely helpless. She had never cared for Ariel majorly. She was extremely self-centered and always hated Bre.

Bre never cared. She enjoyed being alone, reading silently. She hated noise and the objects that made the annoying noise. That was always why Bre hated Ariel.

She was sitting beside a lake, wishing her family were there with her. Being fourteen was pretty tough when your entire family was dead. She only had a single friend at school, but Rachel was so nauseous. Bre began twirling her black wavy hair with two of her fingers, tears streaming down from her eyes. Someone tapped on her shoulder and she turned, only to see an extremely familiar face. A boy from her school. Thomas.

“What’re you doing here, Bre?” he asked, wiping his hand along his blond buzzed hair. Bre pointed to the lake.

“Watching,” she murmured. Thomas lifted himself over the bench and sat a few inches away from Bre.

“Watching what. . .?” he asked. Bre didn’t turn to look at him.

“Just watching,” she replied. Thomas rolled his eyes and glanced behind him.

“It appears your friend is here,” he said. Bre shrugged and placed her chin in her hands. She continued to walk the greenish bluish water lightly pass by. Thomas stayed there, facing the lake as well. “I’ve been seeing you here a whole lot,” he said. “Why’s that?” Bre turned her face towards the boy, her grey eyes blazing with anger.

“None of your stupid business!” she spat. Thomas scooched back and stood up, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong, you great big goon!” he sneered. Bre stood up, holding her hands out to her side. Blue juice began dripping slowly from the palms of her hand. Her eyes flashed blue. Her white tank top began to spiral into a cute top with blue flowers. Her jean shorts slowly grew into a skirt, also covered in blue flowers. “Woah,” Thomas said. He took another step back.

“Go. Away!” Bre spat, the blue juice replacing her spit. Her eyes slowly faded back to grey and her clothes were normal. The blue juice began to dissolve into sweat and Bre sat down lazily. Thomas began running back to a gang of boys, his eyes full of fear. Bre looked at her hands, disbelieving of what had just happened. She sighed dramatically and began to walk towards where her bike was at.

When she arrived to the bike rack, she realized her blue bike was no longer there. It was gone from its spot. Only a thick white wheel and her red bike lock remained. Thomas’s stupid gang, Bre thought with a scowl planted on her face. She began stomping back to where Thomas had run to, nearly six boys standing with him laughing. She pushed one named Ryan and another boy named Scott.

“Hey! You idiot!” Scott shouted after Bre pushed him. She scowled, ignoring the other boys protests. She pushed Thomas and he staggered backwards.

“Woahhh! What was that for?!” he exclaimed. Bre spat in his face. Thomas attempted to wipe his face clean, but failed miserably.

“You stole my bike!” Bre shouted, her voice full of anger. Thomas finally wiped his face, ridding it of the spit.

“What?! I didn’t steal your stupid bike! I ain’t stupid!” he shouted in return. Bre’s sweaty hands almost let him drop, but she refused to let him go.

“Then who the heck did?!” she yelled. Thomas pointed behind her. A wrecked looking pickup truck was pulling out, Bre’s bike in the back. She released Thomas’s shirt collar and sprinted to where the truck was, pushing the boys in her way. She got close enough to the stopped pickup, she jumped onto its back. She pulled the bike off and got herself off. Bre began hauling the blue bike to where a wheel remained. She pulled the wheel up and began to screw it back to where it belonged. She mounted her newly fixed bike and rode off towards the mucky lake. Bre’s bike flew directly into it, people shrieking as they watched. She blacked out almost directly when she hit the rocky bottom.

Bre woke up, her hair newly wet and her clothes drenched. She lay on rocks, blood seeping from some spots on her body. People surrounded her, their eyes wide and cameras snapping. She closed her eyes, but decided it’d be best if she’d just show them she was alive. She sat up quickly, hearing gasps from people.

“ZOMBIE!” several people shouted. Bre planted a confused look on her face. She looked at her arm, noticing it was extremely pale.

“Give me a freakin’ mirror, somebody!” she spat, her skin feeling different. Somebody tossed a mirror at her and Bre caught it. She moved it up and gaped. Her hair was no longer black, but extremely pale. Her eyes were still grey, but her hair was also straight and short. Her eyes made her look like she had black eyes. She had an odd wanting to attack the people. She followed her instincts, leaping up and hopping on one of the women there. She began to tear through the screaming woman’s skull. Bre soon made it to the skull, which she dug her sharp white nails through. She pulled a bit of the squishy, spongy pink brain.

She pulled it into her mouth and began lightly chewing. It tasted and felt as if it were a mushroom, but she continued eating it. Suddenly, something whacked the back of her head. She turned, seeing Thomas standing there.

“Get away, you-” he stopped, his eyes widening. He gulped. “B-B-Bre. . .? That- no. . . Why would you kill my mother?!” he spat, whacking the stick against Bre’s head again. She sprang up and landed on the boy, tearing his head apart. She then stopped herself, noticing Thomas was crying. She pried herself away and went back to the already-dead lady, tearing open her head. Thomas had, by then, stood up and he’d begun to whack Bre several times.

It didn’t bother her at all, but she swiped at his legs, scratching him. He gasped in pain and fell. Bre began drinking the lake water that surrounded her as if she were a wild human. When she finished the lady’s brain, she looked back at Thomas. His skin was extremely pale, his hair also nearly white. His eyes remained blue. What are we? Zombies? Extremely strong people that have an instinct to eat people’s brains?! Bre thought to herself. Her instinct told her to go and find another person to kill and eat their brain. Thomas’s eyes flickered open.

“W-what. . .? BRE!” he shouted to the sky. Bre glanced at her watch. She angrily shouted a yowl to the daylight. It had been only a day since she had attempted suicide in the lake. A single day. “You idiot! What am I? A mindless zombie like you?!”Thomas spat, facing Bre.

“Not. . . mindless. . . Just, leave me alone!” Bre instantly began to stomp away, her grey eyes flashing blue. Her clothes dried and began to slowly fade to the white skirt and white shirt. Blue flowers erupted from each piece of clothing.  They slowly disappeared when Bre’s anger disappeared. She slowly began to walk towards the sandy area. She ran out until she reached a vast ocean. Rhode Island, my home! Bre thought happily. She saw the beach. It looked the beach from Doctor Who. She smiled, remembering her home. She used to always watch Doctor Who. Not anymore, though.

Ever since her parents had died, she’d barely done anything. Even if it had just been her sister, she’d have done nothing. Ariel was a good kid, annoying, but good. Bre always admired how she thought that bad things weren’t always the best things.

“B-B-B-Bre. . .?” Aaliyah’s voice said in Bre’s ear. She turned, seeing Aaliyah’s face full of shock and horror.

“What?” Bre fought the urge to leap on her friend and tear her skull apart. Aaliyah shrugged her shoulders sadly and tears dripped from her eyes.

“You’re a zombie. Several agents and all that jazz are coming over to bring you and Thomas to scientists. They’re going to kill you and then examine you!” she cried out. Bre gasped, flinching. Bre turned around, pain seeping in her eyes.

“And you’re going to tell them where I am,” she whispered, nearly to herself. Aaliyah shook her head.

“Uh, no way. You may be a . . . zombie. . . but you’re still my friend. I’m definitely going to keep you safe, and attempt to keep Thomas safe if I can,” she replied. Bre’s eyes nearly fell out of her head. Her pale skin seemed to glow on her hand, and it suddenly popped off. She gaped, horrified to see what lay beneath where her hand had fallen to.

“Where’d my hand go?!” she asked Aaliyah. Aaliyah  tapped Bre’s pale shoulder and pointed. Bre opened her eyes and looked down. On the rocks lay her unmoving hand. No blood nor bone showed. It looked just like. . . skin. She pulled it up and pushed it back onto her right wrist. It made an odd suction noise and popped on. Bre flexed her wrist and exhaled.

“There you go,” a new voice said. Bre spun around and saw a man standing there, a small weapon at his side. She couldn’t tell what kind, but she knew it could hurt her. “Enjoying your new life, because I’m pretty sure Rosa Delight doesn’t enjoy you, considering you killed her.” Aaliyah instantly stood in front of Bre protectively.

“It’s not her fault, you hoodlum!” she spat angrily. Bre pushed the angry girl aside lightly and stepped forward, bringing her wrists out. The man pulled a pair of metal cuffs and placed them around Bre’s wrist. She turned and winked at Aaliyah. The man tugged her away, but Bre’s hands slipped off the wrists. They fell and Bre made them scramble around, climbing on the man’s legs. He began screaming, Rachel and Bre laughing. She made her hands return to her and she placed them on her wrists again. They ran, but Bre’s foot somehow managed to pop off on a rock. She sighed, stopped, turned back, placed her foot back on her ankle, and began to run again.

“I really-” Bre inhaled as much air as she could. “- thought this whole limb-poppy-offy stuff was just a lie!” She continued running, Aaliyah quietly laughing. The sandy beach slipped under their feet. They soon came upon a large crowd. The man was still following, his weapon held out. He aimed the flintlock at Bre, who made her body stumble to the ground and scatter. The people in the crowd began screaming as they watched Bre’s body parts moving along the beach.

“Ha, ha!” Aaliyah exclaimed happily. She began laughing until the man shot his flintlock at the ocean’s water. “Eep!” Aaliyah happily danced around in circles, not intimidated by the man’s sudden anger.  

“What is your name, girl?” the man asked, his voice a deep snarl. Aaliyah smiled and put her hands against her pockets as if showing the man she had no money.

“I ain’t got no mula for you, hoodlum!” she exclaimed, now pointing at her pockets. She ran in circles continuously until Bre made her body whole again. She made sure the correct foot and hand was on the correct ankle or wrist. Bre then began running, her white hair waving in the air happily. The people around had disappeared. Well, all except for the group of teenage boys that Thomas had been hanging out with. They stopped her, their faces mean and full of rage.

“You idiot pushed me!” Scott snarled. Tommy took his turn and pushed Bre backwards, making her fall. She smiled and pulled her index finger off of her hand. The boys shrieked and then stopped, realizing it was probably a prank. Scott’s short blond hair was waving in the wind, nearly adoring Bre. She quickly shook her head, an ear popping off. She shrugged and bent down. Scott and Tommy had disgusted looks on their faces. Another boy named Stevie looked as if he were ready to punch someone. He swung a fist at Bre, but she quickly pulled her head up with her usable arm. Stevie gasped and staggered backward. A horrible smell began to reek out into the air. Some boys crouched down, hiding their lower stomachs with their arms.

“You scaredy-cats!” Bre exclaimed happily, cringing at the disgusting smell. It was as if the beach were a bathroom that an entire crowd of people had gone to after drinking an entire ocean. She popped her head back onto her neck and placed her ear onto the newly-attached head. She plugged her pale nose and fell, the smell filling her nose. Rachel was chasing the boys away, as if she’d just found a unicorn. Blackness covered Bre’s vision as she slowly passed out.

Bre woke in a cold, metal cell. No doors nor bars were in sight. Bre turned around and noticed that there actually was a door, the window bars rather than glass. She hopped up a little, only to land on an extremely uncomfortable bed. A desk lay in the middle of the room, a piece of paper lying on it. Bre sighed and quickly walked to the door. She pulled her hand off and shoved it through the metal bars. Her hand quickly found it’s way to the door’s lock, opening it up easily. Alarms suddenly blared and Bre smiled. She went back into her cell, hand attached, and lay on the bed as if she were still unconscious. People in uniforms soon ran into the room, weapons raised. They saw the unconscious looking girl on the bed and shrugged. They stayed there, and then Bre held her hands up. She sat up, making her face as oddly twisted as possible.

“Brainsss-Zzz,” she said, the guards pointing their flintlocks at her. Bre stood up, moving her legs in swift and simple movements. She pretended to be one of those zombies that had just come from inside the ground. She quickly leapt onto the closest guard, pushing his weapon away. She tore into his head until she reached a thick whitish-yellowish skull. The other guards had begun to scream and run, terrified of what Bre would do to them. Suddenly, a man in a white lab coat was in the doorway. Goggles lay on his forehead and an odd gun-looking thing rested in his hands. He aimed it at Bre, shot, and she felt a piercing pinch. She looked at her arm and smiled.

“A stupid tranquility dart won’t stop me!” she said, blue spit flying from her mouth. She suddenly had the white shirt and skirt on, sprouting blue flowers. The scientist’s eyes widened.

“This should work! It killed your stupid friend!” he said, throwing the odd gun thing down like a two-year-old in a tantrum. Bre instantly stopped, staring at the dead man’s brain. Thomas was dead?

“What did you do to him?” she growled, her teeth showing. The scientist realized he’d made her mad and grimaced.

“Oh, we shot him with a dart and it killed him, hah!” the scientist exclaimed awkwardly. Bre sighed and stared up at the flickering light. She knew he was lying. Thomas wouldn’t have gone down that easily. If she wasn’t going to die from the dart, surely Thomas wouldn’t?

“Then why didn’t the dart kill me?” Bre asked, hiding a clever smile. The scientist’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened.

“You. . . You’re stronger I guess. . .?” he said slowly and quietly.

“What’s your name, Mr. Scientist?” Bre asked the man. He frowned.

“My name is Dr. Joseph, mind you!” he answered rudely. Bre forced a smile. She pushed her white hair behind her shoulder and and sighed dramatically. She stood up and wiped her bloody hands on Dr. Joseph's lab coat. He instantly stepped back, a disgusted look on his face. “Ew! Why the heck would you do that?! Now I have blood all over my coat! Ugh, you idiot will pay for that! By the way, darling, what the heck is your name?” he asked. Bre smiled.

“DeeDee Almighty,” she said sarcastically. Dr. Joseph frowned again.

“That is not your name, you liar,” he said. Bre shrugged her shoulders.

“Than who am I? If you know my name isn’t DeeDee, then how come you don’t know my name,” she retorted. The guard behind him took a step backward.

“Smart little girl, ain’t she? Like my own daughter, she is,” he said out of the blue.

“What is your daughter’s name, Johnny?” Dr. Joseph asked. The man scowled and took another step back, his eyes leaning towards the dead man’s body.

“Her name? Haha, you forget my pretty girl? Betty, she is!” he answered with an odd cackle. He had an odd accent, as if he’d just moved into the United States and began to learn their language.

“Betty Bottom? My, Johnny Bottom, I feel bad for her! I’d hate that name, Betty Bottom.” Dr. Joseph repeated the name several times. Bre smiled at the name. Betty Bottom was an odd name. So was Johnny Bottom. It sounded familiar, but Bre couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

“Betty Bottom,” she said aloud. She looked up thoughtfully and then leapt onto the scientist. She didn’t attempt at eating his brain, she hopped off of him and continued hopping on guards until she reached a free area. She began to run, but then realized that people were in other cells. Most had their hands out from the bars as Bre began running. She stopped and looked to the sides.

“How’d you get arrested?” she asked a woman who was crying. The woman looked up, revealing a nametag that revealed the words ‘Kathy Georgia’. Kathy stared at Bre before answering.

“My daughter. . . she’s at home alone. . . I was arrested for a ‘speeding’. Truth was, that the speed thing was just messed up and broken. They didn’t even think about letting the people go that had been arrested for speeding,” she answered oddly. Bre widened her grey eyes, her hand working its way downward from her wrist. She quickly tugged it up and remember her friend Aaliyah. Well, she was more of an acquaintance rather than a friend. Aaliyah had told the class that her remaining family member, her mother, had been arrested for no real reason.

“What is your daughter’s name?” Bre asked. Kathy wiped her face, pushing her brown wavy hair behind her shoulder in the process. She kept her brown eyes staring at Bre.

“Aaliyah. . .” she answered ironically. Bre smiled thoughtfully. She quickly pulled the knob open and let Kathy out of the cell.

“Let’s go,” she said. Kathy shook her head and stepped back into the cell.

“No way, I’d be arrested for an actual reason. On a different note, how were you arrested? You’re merely a child. You must’ve done something pretty bad if you're in jail,” she asked. Bre sighed and shrugged her shoulders slightly.

“Well, you see, I’m a zombie. . . So. . . they wanted to do experiments and I guess this was the best place they can do it!” she answered awkwardly. Kathy gaped.

“A zombie?! Impossible, they don’t exist!” she exclaimed. Bre nodded and then pulled her left hand off. The pale skin felt cold against her right hand, but she didn’t mind. She dropped it and it began to scuttle around. Kathy had backed away to the corner of the cement cell.

“Impossible!” she gasped. Bre grinned and bent down to pick her hand up. She popped it onto the wrist and closed the door.

“I’ll be back, I swear. I know Aaliyah and she really needs her mother back. Just make sure you tell her that I helped,” Bre said happily. Kathy nodded as Bre began to run. Her white tank top returned along with her jean shorts. Her grey flip flops made odd squeaky noises as she ran to the entrance of the jailhouse. When she made it, she looked at the desk and saw a Korean man there.

“Excuse me, ma’am, were. . . you just in a cell?” he asked. Bre took a moment to think for a little bit.

“Kinda. . . and kinda not. I mean, I was in a cell, but I was let out!” she answered after a long moment of silence. The man nodded thoughtfully, scratching his chin. Tangly black hair was spread on his darker scalp, making Bre want to gag in disgust. He had grey glasses on which also had the same effect on Bre.

“Name?” he asked. Bre widened her grey eyes again. She crossed her arms at the wrist and looked down, feeling like she should be whistling.

"Bre Rovers is my name,” she answered quietly. The man leaned closer to the glass window.

“What was that?” he asked. Bre sighed and looked into the man’s blue eyes.

“My name is Bre Rivers!” she spat angrily. She pushed her hair behind her shoulders and lightly rubbed her hand against her arm. The man looked insulted, but looked down at a piece of paper. He instantly pressed a blue button on a control panel like thing and alarms blared.

Into a speaker, he said, “Attention! Guards, we have an escapee Bre Rivers! Come immediately to the main desk please!” Bre rolled her eyes as men instantly ran into the room. Their weapons raised, they began to shoot at Bre. She instantly made her body collapse into a pile of her parts and any piece able to move began moving.

“Over here!” a new voice yelled. Behind the men stood Kathy. She had a weapon in her hand. Bre made her body reform and gaped as Kathy lay the weapon on the ground. She held her hands up as the men aimed their own weapons on her chest.

“Stop, you fools!” a male’s voice spat. Bre spun around and saw a familiar looking man. She gaped and remembered him. His reddish beard, reddish hair, grey glasses, dark blue eyes, and crooked nose were all familiar. She even had a slightly crooked nose of her own.

“DAD!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, running to her father and hugging him as if there were no tomorrow. The man hugged him back, a smile planted on his rough face.

“Bre Sage Rivers, is that anyway to greet your father? Just a big hug?” he asked, his smile growing. Bre shook her head and released, taking a couple steps back. Then she suddenly remembered Thomas.

“We have to go find my friend, Daddy,” she said, pulling her father’s hand. Mr. Rivers nodded and followed the leading girl. They passed the men as they were busy tying up Kathy. Fortunately, none saw them leave.

“Who and where is this friend?” Mr. Rivers asked.

“His name is Thomas and I think he was in the cell next to mine,” Bre guessed, shrugging her shoulders lightly. Mr. Rivers nodded and they turned a corner, noticed even more people in the cells. Bre heard footsteps and looked behind her, noticing that several of the men were coming behind them. The two people began running. As soon as the guards noticed them, they also began to run as fast as their legs would take them. Of course, Bre and her father stayed in front of them. Bre ripped off her hand and dropped it on the ground.

“Ewww!” Mr. Rivers complained, a completely disgusted look on his face. The men picked Bre’s pale hand up and began to inspect it. One decided to throw it, which they did. They hit Bre in the back, slowing her down slightly. She quickly crouched and placed it back on her wrist before continuing to run. They suddenly came upon Bre’s cell. She saw a note card taped to it:

Name: Bre Sage Rivers

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Condition: Zombification

Home: New Port, Rhode Island

Family Members: Johnathan Rivers, Sandy Rivers, Ariel Rivers

Crimes: Murder of many people

Extra Information: Shows aggression when threatened

Bre pulled it off the door and stuffed it in her jean shorts pocket.  She went one cell over as her father began to talk to the guards. She read the note card that was on it:

Name: Thomas Jane Stoopers

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Condition: Zombification

Home: New Port, Rhode Island

Family: Hauns, Reagan, Leo, Lyla, and Felicity Stoopers

Crimes: None quite yet

Extra Information: Unknown

Bre began laughing at Thomas’s name. She opened the door and saw Thomas lying on the bed. He glanced up and scowled.

“What do you want? To put me in an execution chamber now? Who am I kidding, you already got me put in jail and turned me into a flippin’ zombie!” he spat, fortunately missing Bre’s feet. She stepped forward and noticed his wrist was cuffed to the bed’s metal post.

“I can get you out, dingbat. I didn’t mean to make you a zombie! I was new with this stuff! I mean, I didn’t kill you. That, my friend, is why you’re lucky!” she replied calmly. Thomas began to weep, letting tears drain through the grime on his face.

“You killed my mother!” he shouted. Bre put her finger to her mouth and smiled.

“Shhhh! You don’t want to alert the guards I’m getting you out!” she said. Thomas frowned, his face unbelieving. Bre quickly tore the handcuffs and Thomas leapt onto her. He began to tear at her head, but Bre’s head was tougher than a regular human’s.

“You killed my mother!” he repeated. Bre tried pushing him off, but failed. He continued to attempt to dig through her skull.

“You can’t kill me, Thomas. I’m practically immortal, just as you are. Anyway, I’ve gone through a lot of pain, more than you. My sister, my mom, and my dad died. Well, I had thought my dad died. Turns out he’s alive, but whatever!” Bre told Thomas. She gave a final push and Thomas fell backwards. There was suddenly a large bang and a small thud. Bre gasped and ran out of the room, only to find her father on the ground, blood spilling from his stomach.

“DAD!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. The men there stood, the weapons aimed at her. Bre didn’t care, she leapt on each one and began to tear their heads into bits.

After killing about six people, Bre was finally tired. She lay down and placed another cloth over her father’s wound. He was still alive, but clearly in pain. She had taken a phone from one of the men’s pockets and called the hospital. When she told them her location, they’d refused to come considering it could have been some kind of terrorist execution thing as they said. Bre sighed and put her blood-covered hand against her chin.

“Oi, you’ve got yourself in some pickle there, haven’t you?” Thomas’s voice said. Bre looked up and saw him standing there, a grim expression on his face. Bre sighed once again and then smiled, happy to see her friend’s face.

“Sure. why not? The only thing wrong is the fact that my dad is dying and the hospital refuses to help!” she spat, her rage getting the best of her. An expression of sorrow, grief, and sadness washed over her face. She looked down and then stood up, realizing there was nothing she could do for her fallen father. She began to slowly walk away. She turned a corner and headed for the entrance to the jail. Bre began walking out, the light flashing in her eyes. Green grass lay along the streets as people walked by. A teenage girl began staring at her. Then Bre realized who it was.

“Aaliyah!” she shouted, racing toward her friend. Aaliyah stood there, her face happy and full of surprise. Bre hugged her friend and then realized that Thomas had followed. Aaliyah pointed to him, her brown hair waving along her shoulders near her butt.

“Why’s he there? And why were you both in jail?” she asked. Bre sighed and Thomas did the same. They all began laughing and then Aaliyah’s face was serious again.

“Why?” she asked. Bre smiled and glanced back, her smile disappearing as quickly as it had come.

“Uhm. . . hasn’t there been news that zombies are real. . .?” she asked. Aaliyah nodded.

“Tons! Our news station thinga-ma-bob has gone global just to spread the news! Nobody knows who the two zombies are. They just said that each were extremely pale- wait. . . You guys are extremely pale and have white. . . Oh God, no! NO! Ew I just let a zombie touch me! EW!” she spat. Aaliyah took several steps backwards and turned, ready to run. Bre leapt in front of Aaliyah and stopped her.

“Dude, we ain’t gonna eat your brains or anything. I’ve had too much of that. We’re normal, we just have the ability to eat people and tear thr-. . . Okay, not the best way to calm down a friend. We won’t kill you! We ain’t stupid!” she spat. Bre looked up at her tall friend hopefully and sighed. Aaliyah smiled and playfully punched her friend in the shoulder.

“I know, I know. You wouldn’t dare hurt me. But you still haven’t answered my question; Why were you in jail?” she asked. Bre widened her eyes.

“Uhm. . . Well, some scientists wanted to do some tests on us. . . I kinda killed the scientist, Dr. Joseph. . .” she said slowly and carefully. Aaliyah’s brown eyes widened.

“Did you see. . . Kathy Jones?” she asked, sniffing.

“Yeah, I did. I don’t think she made it though. . . I mean, it was pretty scary in there. Violence was just everywhere,” she answered. Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

“My mom is more tough than you think! She wouldn’t go down like-” Aaliyah was interrupted by a scream. The familiar Kathy Jones broke out from a window. She didn’t look as if she jumped through it though. It looked more like she had been thrown from the window. Aaliyah gaped and ran towards her mother, her mouth still wide open with surprise. She helped her bleeding mother stand up, which made Bre sad. She thought about her father, probably dead now. Then she thought about Ariel, her younger sister. She had been seven years old, self-centered. Bre had said she hated her sister when she was alive, but now she regretted it.

“You okay?” Thomas asked after bumping her with his shoulder. Bre nodded and then shook her head. She wiped her teary eye and sighed, looking down at her grey flip flops.

“I just miss my sister and family. I never thought I’d have to go through all of their deaths. I mean, I guess my mom and dad, but not Ariel. It just. . . It’s too much in my opinion,” she answered sadly, keeping her eyes to the ground. Thomas placed his hand on her shoulder and then moved it.

“Dude, I don’t care,” he said, laughing when he finished. Bre smacked his chest and it made an odd ringing noise.

“Uh. . . Is that supposed to be nice or something?” she asked. Thomas nodded, a huge grin on his face.

“Heck yeah! The greatest of them all.” His expression made him look quite dumb. Bre whacked him again, making a solid thud, before she walked to Aaliyah who was attempting to heal her mother. She was crying and then dropped her bleeding mother as men flooded out of the building like a river of termites.

“She’s gone. . .” Aaliyah wailed. “My mother is dead!” She stomped at the ground and noticed Bre standing there. She stared, her eyes full of helplessness and grief. Men grabbed her arms and began hauling her away. Bre gaped and spat at a man’s back.

They spun around, furious. “Why the heck are you taking her away?!” Bre spat as Aaliyah turned her head. One of the men, nametag saying Ethan Star, turned around. Ethan’s buzzed hair covered his head except a small bald spot on the center of his head.

“Bad kids will be fed to Bre Sage Rivers and Thomas Jane Stoopers,” he answered with a light shrug. Bre stamped her foot angrily.

“I am Bre Sage Rivers,” she said, moving her hands in a motion as if saying ‘blah blah blah’. The man’s curious gaze turned to a rock-solid grim expression. He narrowed his eyes evilly and picked up the kicking Aaliyah. He tossed her on the ground and Bre leapt on the girl. She leaned close to Aaliyah’s ear and whispered, “I’m going to pretend to hurt you, emkay? I swear I won’t actually.” Aaliyah nodded wistfully. Bre pretended to be digging through her head. She accidently scratched the girl, which Bre instantly gasped at. She quickly closed her mouth and went back to her pretend digging.

Aaliyah suddenly began screaming, thrashing her limbs around randomly. Her skin slowly turned pale and her brown wavy hair suddenly became white. Her brown eyes faded slightly, revealing an odd greyish layer around her iris. Bre figured her eye must be the same, considering Thomas’s was too. Aaliyah was suddenly still and then she sat up. She looked around, her eyes wide with pain.

“I feel. . . different,” she said, not taking her eyes off of Bre. Bre, who was almost about to cry, stood up and pointed to the ‘Ethan Star’ guy. Aaliyah turned her head and grimaced. She took his confusion and leapt on him as if she were a frog. She began tearing through his head, the other men trying to get her off their friend.

“Oh, no, you ain’t gonna get her off! By the way, what day is it?” Bre asked as she leapt on a different guy. He looked at his wrist and then immediately looked up.

“I-It’s. . . Friday. You were zombified on. . . Well, last Friday. Now, will you please spare my life? My wife is expecting and I want to live!” he begged. Bre thought and then nodded, stepping off the man’s back. He got up and dropped something, which appeared to be a fork.

“Happy?” Bre asked. The man nodded, his eyes full of happiness.

“Oh, God bless you! Be blessed! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” He continued repeating that as he walked off, his hands on the air. Bre sighed and looked down again.

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” she murmured to herself. She turned around three sixty and saw Aaliyah eating Ethan Star's brain. She smiled and looked to her left, seeing Thomas. He waved his pale hand and walked away, his arm holding his stomach. Bre sighed and watched him leave as the other men began to run away, towards Thomas. Bre quickly began running, aware of the sun going down. She quickly caught up -super zombie power speed?- and leapt on the first guy. Thomas had begun to run and Aaliyah was racing after him. Suddenly, Bre tasted blood and felt a cold blow to the back of her head. Then all she saw was a black abyss.

Bre woke up in a bed. Her bed. At her home. There in front of her stood a familiar face. A welcoming, warm face. Bre sat up and stared at the younger girl. She looked similiar to her sister, Ariel. Then Bre realized that it was Ariel. She jumped up and embraced her sister.

“Ariel!” she said gleefully, her voice oozing with happiness. Ariel hugged her back and then pushed her away. Her golden eyes stuck on her grey eyes. Ariel pulled away and scowled.

“Go away, Bre. I don’t want to see your face here again. Get out and I won’t hurt you, idiot. I’m dead. I don’t exist.” Ariel disappeared, leaving Bre gaping.

“Well isn’t she kind,” she muttered to herself, glancing at her watch to see what day it was. Monday. . . And it’s six.  . . School!  she thought. She walked to her closet and took out a blue T-shirt, put it on, and then put on some old jean shorts. Bre stared at the grey wall, thinking about her sister. She shook her head and then walked out of her room, out the front door where her grey slip-on sandals were.  Bre walked back into her house, then to her room. On the nightstand that sat next to her bed was a silver necklace. She pulled it up and looked at the small butterfly and read the words ‘Lil’ Sister’.

She placed it on her neck and then went into her bright yellow kitchen through the white hallway. Bre opened the refrigerator's door with the silver handle and sifted through the vegetables. She shook her head to herself and then began looking through the meat. She found a large slice of steak, then tossed it in the black trashcan. Bre then walked outside quickly and sat down, waiting for someone to pass by. A boy did pass by, but Bre recognized him as a boy named Gage. She shook her head and noticed the tall boy was staring at her.

“Bre?” he asked, sliding his hand down his longer dark-brown hair. Bre nodded.

“Mhm?” She stood up and saw a white daisy on the ground. She picked it up and then ripped its petals off one by one.

“You going to school?” Gage asked with a frown. Bre nodded again and started running down the sidewalk, her blond hair waving around her neck. She stopped and then noticed that Gage had followed her.  She turned around and sighed when she saw him.  

“Why you following me?” Gage shrugged.

“Because I wanted to ask you something,” he said, dipping his odd awkwardly. Bre started walking.

“And what may that be?” she replied. Gage made an odd ‘tick’ noise and followed Bre.

“You’ve heard about the zombies right?” Bre nodded. “Do you think they’re real?” Gage asked. Bre nodded again and then looked in front of her. Thomas stood there, his skin as pale as ever. She stopped and frowned.

“Whatcha doin’ here, Thomas?” Bre asked. Gage stepped in front of Bre, pushing her back.

“Yeah, what you doing here?” he asked. Bre flinched. She had an odd problem when people never used the correct grammar.

“I was walking to school. . .” Thomas answered slowly, confused by the sudden interest in his presence.

“Stop it, Gage. I was asking a casual question. You shouldn’t make his presence a bad thing,” Bre suggested and then started running. Thomas caught up with her and turned to look at her, Gage behind them.

“Why didn’t you just eat his head? I’m starving and I couldn’t find anyone,” Thomas asked. Bre sighed.

“Well, we’re kind of in a public area and his death’d be slightly obvious,” she replied. Thomas nodded.

“Right. . .” he said.

“Yeah. ‘Right. . .’” Bre mimicked, laughing when she finished. Thomas joined her and they began to run again, speeding up extremely fast.

“HEY! GUYS!” Gage was shouting. Bre slowed down and waited for Gage to catch up.

“Wassup, buddy-oh?” she asked him, elbowing his chest lightly.

“How the heck do you run so fast?” Gage asked, inhaling several times trying to catch his breath. Bre and Thomas shrugged at the same time.

“We just can,” they said in unison. Bre and Thomas glanced at each other and then started laughing. They turned and started running once again, speeding up to make sure Gage was left behind.

They soon came upon the school, hungry as possible. Bre stepped inside the school and realized she had forgotten her white Adidas backpack. She nudged Thomas with her hand and he glanced at her.

“Dude, I forgot my backpack. I’ll be back in a minute or two.” Bre sprinted off, whipping by Gage. A few moments later, she was back at the school with her backpack. It had taken her only three minutes; getting there and back.

“That was fast,” Thomas commented as they headed to their first class, Chemistry. Bre nodded.

“It helps when you’ve got zom-” she stopped talking when she noticed Rachel was beside her.

“You guys, like, together or something?” Rachel asked. Bre shook her head as Thomas sped up, leaving the girls behind.

“Heck no, that’d be gross,” Bre said. Rachel nodded thoughtfully and held the straps to her blue Adidas backpack.

“You were saying something about speed. What was it?” she asked. Bre stopped, a kid running into her. She apologized and turned to Rachel, pulling her off to the side.

“I have a huge secret. Aaliyah and Thomas too,” Bre started. Rachel nodded.

“And what is that secret. . .?”  she asked slowly. Bre took a deep breath, eyes closed.

“I, Thomas, and Aaliyah are the zombies in the news,” she said, opening her eyes. Rachel’s eyes were wide open, her face disbelieving.

“Impossible!” she scoffed. “Zombies don’t really exist. . . do they?” Bre didn’t reply.

“Do they?!” Rachel said, pressure in her voice. Bre nodded.

“They do. I am one. . . and. . .” She pulled her hand up, scratching Rachel lightly.

“You are so lying! Prove it to me that you’re a zombie,” she insisted. Bre nodded, an evil grin on her face.

“Alrighty!” She put her hand up and pulled her pale hand off of her wrist. Next she pulled her foot off of her leg, then her index finger from her remaining hand. Rachel shrieked, running away from the small crevice in the school’s wall. Bre placed the body parts back onto the limbs and walked away. The white backpack on her back was heavy enough, Bre could feel her arms slipping from the shoulder. She started running to her class, using the speed from her zombification issue lightly.

“Jet pack,” she muttered to herself as she zoomed by students. Bre was soon at her classroom, going by desks to find her own. Next to her sat Rachel who had a terrified look on her face. She scooted her chair as far away as possible.

“Don’t touch me, or I’m going to hurt you,” she told the nodding Bre.

“Of course, but I already scratched you, didn’t I?” She grimaced. Rachel gaped and her body suddenly spazzed out. She fell as if having a seizure and continued jerking around on the floor. Ms. Courty finally noticed that, but Rachel was back up. Her skin was extremely pale, her dirty blond hair was white and her green eyes the same. Her index finger had slid off of her hand, leaving a stump on it. Rachel saw her hand and her eyes widened.

Randomly, Bre realized she hadn’t had her clothes change nor blue sweat appear. That is extremely odd. . . she thought to herself. She glanced at Rachel and watched her place her finger back onto her pale hand.

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