Rapture

Jack Nixon is a high schooler in his exam year with bipolar disease and severe depression. He spends each day fighting his own mind and emotions before he destroys himself. He finds a comfort in his best friends and his girlfriend, who support him daily. He always finds himself a burden, but they make his life better.
But as an unthinkable disease spreads through the world and his make believe plans for a zombie apocalypse become a surreal reality, he must push his unstable emotions aside when he, his brother and his two best friends are put in charge of a rag-tag group of survivors, including his girlfriend and her sister, who he has vowed to protect. He must push past the dead, the living and his own to maintain their safety.

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1. Prologue

12th May, 2013.

 “No one expected this to happen!”

 “Shut your hole, geek, and cut with the crap! You knew exactly what was going to happen! You’re lucky, I’m doing you a favour, no one’ll even know it was you.”

 The man had dragged Professor Brian Davies out of the research centre of the Pentagon. The amazing thing is, no one stopped him. From the second one of the test subjects had escaped, everyone knew what the Professor had done. Now he was to pay the price for it, and no one had objected. He had destroyed the world, and as far as the rest of the staff were concerned, he deserved a fate worse than death, which is why they had imprisoned him until this moment.

 As the man slammed the doors behind him, he noticed the faint thuds of people trying to break into the room. Every staff member clocked a different type of gun. They knew this was a suicide attempt, that the size of the horde that had accumulated around the building would overrun them all in a matter of minutes. Not to mention that after two months with no supply drops, even the Pentagon had run out of ammo, and what they were holding in the chambers of their weapons was all that the American Government had left.

 “Mummy, what’s that noise?”

 Shannon Kittle’s nine-year-old daughter tugged at her rugged, grey blazer. She looked down at her, staring expectantly with watery pure eyes. James Brothers watched this scene and took the pistol from Shannon and gave her a key.

 “Shann, go to the safe room with her, it’ll spare her life for a little while longer.”

 “Thank you James.” She sobbed as she picked up her daughter. As she walked off, her daughter waved at James innocently. It was obvious that she was oblivious to what was happening. Her face made him think of all the people he had lost in the past months. The dark days that had passed. He couldn’t see another child die, let alone those that he knows personally.

 He heard a slight metallic crack as the lock to the main doors gave in. Their heads spun round to find the enemy who had destroyed the world. Nothing came at first. It was silent.

 Have they given up? They never give up...

 James looked up as he began to hear a low groan. The groan got louder. More laboured. A human-like figure lumbered into the room aimlessly, staring down the barrels of every single gun trained on him. James focused more, forcing down the compelling to retch at the sight of it. It's figure was malnourished, skin tearing from it's flesh and boils on the remaining strips of skin. Blood trailed in it's saliva that dripped to the ground steadily from it's broken teeth, which had rotting meat stuck in between. The smell was revolting. James squinted as he swore he saw a smirk in it's mouth as the enemy began to shout incomprehensible gibberish that seemed to roll into one single shout. It got louder. More laboured once again. It became a scream. Something more expected from an animal of some sort. It ran on for about ten seconds, but it felt like a year to James. It wasn’t natural. Terrifying. It shouldn’t exist.

 But it did.

 He opened fire through pure disgust at the creature’s head. The bullet of his revolver impacted the creature’s temple and exploded through the other side of it’s head, remains of it’s brain with it. The creature recoiled with the impact and fell on the floor with a disconcerting thud. James showed no remorse to it. He didn’t see it as a real thing, more a nightmare or a figment of his imagination. The only thing that brought him to realisation of the danger was the crowd of thousands of similar looking evil creatures around the fallen body.

 “Oh shit.... OPEN FIRE!!” He screamed at his colleagues.

 The various different flashes and shells that spread across the room disorientated James massively. Shotguns, pistols and assault rifles were offloaded into the bodies of the enemies advancing, screaming, lashing at the humans. He thought that he might be able to fend them off, that they’d all survive, then suddenly, he heard a more human scream. He saw Emily attempt to fight off one of the creatures. She failed as the creatures teeth sunk into the skin of her neck and her voice began to gurgle. Every single one of the humans stopped and stared at the unreal death that had just unfolded, when suddenly another person went down. And another. And another...

 The man pulled Brian to the end of the corridor and brought out a chair. Slamming the chair on the floor, he forced the Professor to sit. He pulled out a hunting knife from it’s holster and held it to Brian’s throat. His pulse instantly picked up dramatically. He began to feel dizzy and sick as he looked into the man’s psychotic eyes.

 “Professor Brian Davies, PhD, do you know who the hell I am?” The man asked, a smirk in the side of his mouth.

 “I’ve never seen you before in my life.” He shakily answered, trying not to make eye contact.

 “Yeah? Well I remember you. I was at your lecture on bio-chemicals about six months ago. The name’s Private Harold Parkers, Navy Seals. I was completely taken back by your lecture. You said that biochemicals were suitable in our situation in international affairs, did you not?”

 “A direct quote. I’m impressed.” His reply seemed more confident now.

 “A statement like that is hard to miss. Especially for soldier. I’ve seen this stuff in action and I can honestly say that you’re a complete idiot!”

 “Your bosses didn’t share those views.” He winced at his own comment. He felt like he had signed his own death wish, but the Private continued.

 “So that’s why they gave you the test subjects? I thought you had just forced them into it somehow. But I want to ask you one question. Was it worth it Professor?”

 Brian looked at Harold, confused. “What do you mean?”

 Someone screamed behind the door the words “OPEN FIRE!” Harold looked back at the Professor, a scowl of complete resentment.

 “You did this. All of this. You changed this whole bloody world with your experiments. you’re killing everyone, most probably including the young people in that room. Was it worth it?”

 Brian looked in terror at what he had created. He looked back at the doors as he heard screaming and cries for help behind the glass. A bloody hand reached for the glass and slowly fell down, leaving a trail behind it.

 “I-I-”

  “Don’t you dare try and make this better, you arsehole. You’ve got nothing. Nothing left but the guilt you deserve. And do you know something?” He asked as he grabbed his pistol and put it to the Professor’s head “I’m going to take that away from you too.”

 What Harold didn’t realise was that Brian didn’t resist. Didn’t scream. He sat there and closed his eyes, as if waiting for the Navy Private’s hesitation to stop.

 He pulled the trigger. It was done.

 The doors flung open to show a raging wave of gruesome creatures. Harold faced them and put the pistol to his own head, and picked up a dictaphone. He began to run to the end of the corridor. It gave him just enough time to give his last entry.

 “This is Private Parkers of the Navy Seals. I have been running across America for a month now, and it’s no use. It’s dead. The world has rotted in the filth of one dead man. This is me saying, I’m out of time. Parkers signing off.”

 The dictaphone was turned off and was never touched again.

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