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.


14. A New Breed


 What the hell is this?

 Dr. Stevens had worked it out. Something had changed. Different. He kept getting images, flashbacks of what had happened at the school, how his mind had twisted and he became manic. Evil. What had he done? It was almost as if he had lost control of his body. He wasn’t sure if he was even alive anymore. He didn’t feel it.

 And yet, here he was.

 He had run. Out of all of the people who had changed, he was the only one who had the right mind to think of running when they pointed guns at him. The woman was dead, he was sure of it. Either he had killed her, or the guns had. He had wanted to kill her. Rip her.

 Eat her.

 But he didn’t. All of the changed he had seen would have done anything for food. Died for it. What made him different?  Was he different or was this another illusion of being in any way human? How he longed for it to change, but he couldn't do anything about it. He wasn’t in control anymore, whatever was compelling him to kill was. It was an urge, a sort of pain... No... It was a hunger. An evil lust for blood. But he was still trying to survive.

 After he had run away from the guns, he had followed the scent. The human stench, back to food. Back to Evesham. But not the way he had come. Even whatever had taken over him knew better than that. That was a difference again. He had seen his kind run into traps that they had not run into two minutes earlier. But the force they approached the traps laid by the humans in was overpowering, even for them. The doctor on the other hand had travelled the outskirts and the lay-by, which was by this time empty. His speed now was a limp. A stagger. His grey, lifeless limbs might has well have been weight he was merely dragging around behind him. He was like the others.

 But he wasn’t. He was cleverer. Smarter. He had... some sort of human instinct left, something fighting whatever had happened to him, but it just ended up making him stronger. More dangerous. The others followed him, completely obedient. He was the head of the pack. The herd. The horde.

 He felt it take over him. The longing to kill. The willing to find meat. Flesh. Food. it was becoming harder and harder to fight it. There was a hunter breaking through. Something hellbent on blood.

 He had been lumbering for hours, trying to find something to eat. They’d had to stop at points. Some of them had broke their legs and it had turned into a feeding frenzy, the pack of them fighting over the morsels of the injured ones. The doctor looked on. He had a taste for fresh meat, not stuff that had already been bitten and infected.

He sniffed the air. It was dark now, but he could hear screams and the faint rumble of cars on the motorways. But there was more. Humans. Close, really close. He was on the roundabout with a turning going towards the entrances to McDonalds and Frankie And Bennys. But what he recognised the most as a source of resources for the humans was the supermarket. It had hardly been touched, but a couple of teenagers were about to try and force the doors open. Stevens knew that if he wanted the others to come here, he’d need to get rid of the young ones.

 He let out a unhuman, high pitched scream, making the two teens spin around with a jolt. They caught sight of them and picked up crowbars, obviously looking for a fight.

 I do love it when they resist...

 His pack made quick work of the teens as they crowded around them, like vultures around a dead bird chick. Stevens scowled at the road coming from the centre of town. He knew whoever was coming, they were coming here, and they were coming soon. The horde shuffled into the store and began to find hiding places, as if they already knew what Stevens wanted them to do. He gave a smirk as he lumbered in, as fast as possible, dragging the bodies behind him. He walked behind the meat counter and into the storage area. Shoving the bodies in behind animal carcasses, and slid into a space. This was it. His first kill. He sniffed the air, past the dead meat at the counter, and was quickly caught by the sickly aroma of the humans. Children. Two young adults. It was... enough. About three of the children were walking into the store. he would leave them for his minions. He wanted aged meat.

 “I’ll check in here Leon, see what they have in the fridges, you go on ahead, see what you can find dairy wise.”

 One of the adults walked in. He was tall, skinny, but large muscles making up for the lack of meat.


 His human side had given in to the urges. The hunger. The taste of flesh. His human brain now only concentrated on strategies to get more meat and to stay alive. As far as he was concerned, the man was an easy kill. He dragged his clumsy body around, making sure the human didn’t see him. He seemed cautious. It was obvious to Stevens that he knew something wasn’t right. But even if he turned around now, Stevens was too close for him to do anything about it. That was all that was needed.

 Just one bite.

 The man turned around just as Stevens sank his rotting, yellow, blood-stained teeth into his shoulder. He screamed with agony and fell to the floor. Stevens’ minions closed in around him, acting as pawns for their king as the other human man ran into the room and retched at what he saw.

 “Phil!” He shouted at his friend.

 “Leon!” Phil screamed back, his voice breaking, “Get Nate, Rachel and the others, get to Jack’s and leave the town! Now!”

 Leon nodded and sprinted out of the room, the idiotic zombies following him, teeth baring. Stevens looked back down at Phil with an evil stare and ripped his fingernails into his skin, tearing apart his organs underneath. Phil screamed as loud as he could. Stevens smiled a psychotic smile. He loved the sound of a human scream.

 He was a predator, and he wasn’t going to let his prey leave without a fight.

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