One Eye Open

A girl finds herself in the midst of a broken world when the "Rage Virus" spreads.
WARNING: Some material may be inappropriate for Children under 13


3. Preparation

The night that my parents were killed with my brother, I 'zombie proofed' the house.  Using furniture and chairs, I pushed them in front of every possible entrance.  First, I blocked the main things that the infected could get through: the front door, the back door, and the first story windows.  Then, just to be safe, I blocked the side garage door.  All night long, I heard screams, moans, and more screams coming from the outside.  At one point, someone or something started to bang on the front door.  I didn't open the door or even go near it.  Suddenly, I heard a scream from behind.  Startled, I shut my eyes and swung the frying pan that I was holding towards the sound.  My make-shift weapon smashed into a nearby vase, bringing me back to my senses.  The screaming continued, but soon turned into hysterical laughter.  I opened my eyes and mentally kicked myself when I realized what the sound was. My cellphone ringtone. 

"Hello?" I whispered.

"Alexis, it's June!" exclaimed you-know-who.

"Help me."

"What happened?"

"I...I...I need help.  I'm alone.  My parents and Tim are gone.  I don't...I don't know what to do. I don't want to die."

"You're not going to die.  Even if you are, you certainly aren't gonna die alone. I'm coming over."

Then she hung up.


I waited for her, scared.  Trying not to think about what would happen if one of the infected go to her before she arrived.  Were her parents dead?  Was she alone?  Is she alright?  Will we survive?  I shook my head.  Of course she's alright.  I've known June my entire life and I've learned one thing.  She always plans ahead.  Or is at least one step ahead, anyway.  Which means that she knows about the 'zombie outbreak' and probably has food, clothes, and her cellphone with her right now.  I should call her.  No.  Wait, she might have it on vibrate or silent.  Then she can answer.  But she might make noise.  But not if we text each other. As if reading my thoughts, I received a text from June

Im coming thru ur window. I no dat ur house is boarded up :P

I immediately ran upstairs.  She wasn't here yet.  I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind blank.  Suddenly, something clicked in my memory.  We planned this.  But creating a zombie apocalypse plan was only for play, not real life!  As children, we would pretend to block the main entrances on the first floor and then we would take out an emergency roll-up ladder which we would use to get into the house on the second floor.  I opened my closet, spot the ladder, and take it to my window.  I latched it onto the window sill and waited for June to arrive.  To comfort myself, I clutched the frying pan to my chest.  Finally, she showed up.


I pushed the ladder and watched it roll down.  June began climbing it, and when she was inside, I yanked it back up.

"You were so frantic, I didn't think that you would remember the plan!" she said.

June's normally straight, Auburn hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail.  Her green eyes revealed fear though she didn't appear scared.  Her pale skin showed no sign of freckles or birth marks.  I on, the other hand had wavy, dark colored hair and brown eyes.  You could describe us as opposites.  Yet we are very similar when it comes to how we think.  We met in kindergarten, at a gifted school for exceptional children.  We both got straight A's and joined clubs just for the heck of it. 

"Well I did," I replied to June's earlier remark.

"My parents are gone too." she said quietly.

"Even..." I refused to finish the rest of my sentence.

"Yes, even...Raina."

Raina was June's seven-year-old sister.  I'd known Raina for so long that she even felt like my sister.  It became unbearably silent and the phone rang, preventing me from breaking down in front of my best friend.  I practically ran to my nightstand to pick it up.


"Help me!  Please help!  Someone I-" Suddenly, the scared woman began screaming.  Not from fear, but from agony.  I heard a crunch, more screaming, and then a yelp.  It sounded almost like an animal.  Then the line went dead.  I slowly put the phone down and turned to look at June.

"What are we going to do?" asked June.

"We should wait it out.  Probably two weeks.  After that, we gear up and scavenge for food.  Not at the store. We break in in nearby homes.  Every time we've been to a house, we put some kind of mark on the door that shows that we've been there.  Once we've used up all of the supplies, we move to a different location.  Then we use up the supplies around that location." 

I surprised myself by sounding so calm.  June nodded slowly. "That's not a bad idea.  But what if someone runs at you?  Like one of the infected?  You can't defend yourself because you don't have a standard weapon."

"Neither do you.  We're just going to have to use melee weapons." 

June smiled mischievously. 


She rummaged through her backpack, which I couldn't see because she was blocking my view.  June turned back around to face me.

"Already got that covered."


In her hands were two baseball bats.

"Sorry that they're wooden. I couldn't find any of those metal ones."

"That's okay. But guess what?" I walked out of my room and ran downstairs.  June followed me, still holding the weapons.  I went through one of the kitchen drawers until I found what I needed.

"What is it?" June asked.

I held up the nails and the hammer. She got a confused look on her face.

"I don't really get what you're trying to tell me..."

I sighed, grabbed the hammer and a nail, and nailed it into the baseball bat.

"Ohhhhhh..." It finally dawned on her and she smirked.

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