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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3. A New Day

 Jack was woken up the next morning by Aiden trying his best to step over him as quietly as possible. He groaned as his pupils dilated to adjust to the bright sunlight streaking through the blinds. He groaned as his back clicked when sitting up. In his half comatose state, the previous day seemed like some strange, ill gotten dream. But he knew that it happened. He knew that he was gone. He looked down at himself and noticed he had fallen asleep in his school uniform. Strangely enough, his shirt and trousers were hardly creased. One less thing to do in his routine, as he noticed he was an hour late waking up. Luckily Aiden lived five minutes away from Inches Lane, a shortcut to Prince Henry’s High School. While he didn’t really want to think about work at the time, he didn’t want to stay on his own all day.

 He walked downstairs, still feeling empty. Staring into the window at the bottom of the stairs, to blue, sad eyes looked back through a mass of dark brown, curly hair. While fixing his tie, he walked down the hallway. Aiden was preparing toast in the kitchen.

 “Want some?” Aiden asked.

 Jack shaked his head. He wasn’t hungry.

 He went into the living room and slumped on the couch. The TV was switched on to BBC Breakfast. the headline read ‘Surgerys overload over cannibalistic attacks’. Jack squinted to see if he read it right and turned up the volume. Bill Turnbull's voice exploded from the speakers.

 “...and paramedics and doctors are overwhelmed by the increasing reports of psychotic cannibalistic attacks from all over the world. It seems that some sort of pandemic is effecting anyone who comes in contact with the infected. It is unclear at this point in time how the disease manifested, but the government has released a statement to keep calm and continue with your normal day as all of the infected are contained, but if you do witness any unusual behaviour, contact the emergency services. Now to Carol for the weather. Any snow on the way?”

 Damn, mum’s relief week too.

 Jack’s mother was working with the paramedics as an ECA and the relief week was when anyone could be pulled in at any time. And if there was a pandemic, they were getting just about anyone they could.

 He glimpsed the clock at the bottom-left of the screen and it read half-past 8. His headteacher said he wanted to talk to him the next morning in the library at quarter-to 9. While it was a strange place to meet and talk, it was where he was most mornings, and Dr. Stevens obviously didn’t want to put Jack out of the ordinary routine. He grabbed his blazer, shoes and a pre-packed bag his mother had done for him the previous night and left it in the porch and walked down Leicester Grove towards the High Street.

 As they looked down High Street, he noticed that there was a large sealed-off area made by the police where Subway usually was. From the same direction, a tall, lanky boy with tinted glasses came running from the same direction.

 “Hey guys, wait up!” called Nate.

 Aiden greeted him while Jack kept his eyes on the police scene. Nate looked at him sadly.

 “I heard about what happened Jack. You okay?”

 “I’m fine. Sorry Nate. How did you get down here so quick?”

 “Howard gave me a lift down, he said he was being called to the station and dropped me off on the way.”

 Howard, his stepfather, had worked in Evesham as a police officer for five years, but lived in one of the surrounding villages so Jack was surprised that he would be called in.

 “What’s going down?” asked Aiden.

 “I’m not entirely sure. I heard something about an attack, some crackpot taking a swipe at the cashier, but for some reason they’ve got chemical danger signs all over the place. Looks like they’ve still got people stuck in there, too.

 “Seriously!?”

 “Well either that or the cops have finally lost it and are talking to plastic tarpaulin.”

 Jack shrugged and turned on his heels towards the school, blocking the attack out of his mind. His two friends caught up with him quickly and they went through Inches Lane into the school. The large yard was, at the time, filled with about ten other pupils. Aiden and Nate found this fairly alien, but as Jack usually turned up earlier, it was no change to him. Some people he recognised stared at Jack sympathetically. Obviously, his mother had phoned the school who had told the people closest to him. He walked across the tarmac and into the library. He noticed on the other side of the room Dr Stevens was in the middle of a huddle of Jack’s friends, no doubt telling them about the situation. He could see around six of them in his normal group. Jade, Lucy’s sister, got up and ran over to Jack and hugged him tight. Lucy got up as well and walked over to him. Jack showed how much he appreciated her presence with a small smirk and Lucy kissed him on the cheek.

 “You okay hun?”

 “Better. Not much, but still.”

 Lucy was glad for the improvement. At least he could talk to people now without a shaky voice. Dr Stevens walked over to the five of them and put his hand on Jack’s shoulder reassuringly.

 “You alright, kid?” He said in a strong Liverpudlian accent.

 “For now, I think I am. Thank you sir.”

 “Good good. I understand this’ll be hard, but we’ll give you as much support as you need. Now, I’m a bit busy at the moment, a last minute meeting with the police.”

 “Sir?” Jack looked up, puzzled.

 “Nothing to worry about son, just a talk about a situation in town, something that happened in Subway. I’m sure I can leave you in capable hands though.” The teacher smiled, looking around the group of teens who had accumulated around Jack. “I’ll catch up with you later in the day.”

 Jack nodded and Dr Stevens walked out of the library, looking a little flustered.

 He went over to the rest of the group and was greeted by too many hugs for even him to count. He sat back in a chair and watched a dark cloud pass over the sky.

 It’s going to be a hell of a day...

 
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