The Devil's Choice

Just something I felt like writing.

We both know that what little time we had is gone. The scratching has started; the moans of the dead are the only noise in this dark night. I know it is the end, and when it is the end you can’t help but look to the start. The day Earth became Hell. There were ten of us. I remember it like a dream. It was my birthday; I had all my friends with me to celebrate my fifteenth year of life. That day was supposed to be perfect. Instead that was the day we ran for our lives. That was the day my family died.

I should have seen it coming, all of us should have. Soldiers driving into the major cities and abandoning the smaller settlements, news of a new infection that had been sweeping through the countryside. Of course I thought nothing of it. What reason was there to worry? It had nothing to do with me or my friends. The soldiers meant nothing to me and the disease only infected the dying. I was just a fifteen year old kid with his friends and the girl of his dreams. I had asked Amber to be with me on that day a year ago. My friends knew it had been coming and the look on my face when she said yes. Let’s just say I haven’t looked that happy ever since. I’ve had no reason to.

That night my friends and I had decided to walk around the neighborhood just to get away from the house a little. We heard it before we saw it. A loud snap followed by what sounded like a dog having a drink. What we saw will forever haunt me, for it was a man eating the flesh of a woman, when he noticed us he just looked at us and snarled. We all knew something was wrong with the man but we didn’t give it any thought, I had already grabbed Amber’s hand and screamed for everyone to run.  Now that I look back to that horrific night I can finally figure out what was wrong with that guy. His throat was slit.

We had run for the better part of an hour before we finally got back to the house. Frantically my friend of eight years Michael opened the door but he stopped on the thresh hold. I remember the look on his face as he stepped aside, a look of such disgust that I almost hadn’t wanted to enter my own home. I realised why almost immediately. There was my mother, lying on the floor with her blood pooled around her. Straight away I saw the massive gash on her neck and the broken arm. With tears in my eyes I had searched for the only other person who was in my house. I found her in the kitchen, sitting up against the counter holding her shoulder. I remember the relief that had flooded through my veins, while something completely different was flooding through hers. Changing her, deforming her mind and turning her into something psychotic. Something that wanted to eat my flesh. That was the night my life changed. I had to kill my own sister, while she looked me in the eyes and tried to bite me. The last words she had said to me as a sane human being had been heart breaking, I love you. After that the world became an apocalyptic wasteland where it was kill or be killed. Only the strongest survived.

Since then I have sought safety with the only last person I know. Amber and I have been running for a year now. At first we had been the weakest, always trying to protect each other, always afraid that the other would die. It’s funny how seeing your friends get killed one by one by the horde can change a person. We became what we need to become. We became survivors. Now we run, for that is the only thing we could do, but no one can run forever, every story must end.

What little time we had is gone, spent in this reverie of times gone by. I am scared of what is to come for me, for us, for my most beloved Amber. The scratching continues and is only gaining in volume. The bloodthirsty moans of the dead are a constant companion in this dreadful night, but they aren’t the cause of my fear. As I look into her beautiful eyes I can already see it taking affect. Her eyes once a most beautiful blue, are now turning yellow, and yet they still show the compassion of the woman I love. I look upon her angelic form and I see the bite clearly, the red blood contrasting on her pale skin. This is what scares me more than a thousand of those undead creatures scratching at our door. She is turning. We both know it and that is why she asked me to do something that I have never thought to. She has asked me to kill her now while she still has coherent thought. While she can still look me in eyes and say that she loves me.

I remember my mother telling me that in times of great despair that the devil will give us a choice. Our hearts or our minds and that in every man’s life he has to make that choice. Taking the revolver from her hand I checked its drum. One bullet, how quaint. With tears streaming down my face I looked upon her beautiful form one last time. Her beautiful legs, her bright orange hair and most importantly her most gorgeous eyes. With a resolve in my heart I held her gaze and made my decision. I lifted the gun and aligned it between her eyes. I chose my heart and pulled the trigger.

Author's Note

Dont be too harsh but otherwise tell me how i did

Reviews

[THE Super Hero]

I find this a wonderful story of love and a struggle to survive. You have a really talent in the way you write bro. I'm green with envy!
The way you describe this girl is beautiful C:

Keep writing!

[Theresa]

This is really sweet.
You're so totally WHIPPED!