Infected

This movella is going to be kinda like the PS3 game The Last Of Us. Its going to be based in the UK instead, have similar zombies and going to have a relationship like Joel and Ellie did. But instead its going to have my own twist.
Elle (me [by the way the main character is me]) has been abandoned in a crumbling world of the infected. With constant obstacles she is found by Aaron, a 37 year old survivor. Will they be able to save each other from their pasts or will they both split paths?
I really hope you enjoy this and I'll take any suggestions.

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2. 25 years later- Aaron

The morning dew beads on my forehead creating a shining crown when the sun hits it. The city is just awaking so the silence begins to lift. I stare to the horizon; the sun rising slowly, battling the nights sky that sits on my shoulders. The weight is taken as I feel the hand of one of the morning shift employees pat my shoulder. "You can go now, Aaron. We've got it now." Mike removes his hand and I turn to the horizon one last time and take a deep breath. "You sure, Mike? I mean your one person down tod-" He chuckles and puts his hand back on my shoulder. "You need to stop worrying, Aaron, were fine!" Im still not assured but I leave my post and press the handover sheet into his hand. "Good luck Mike." I call before hurrying down the steps. As much as I hate leaving work, not knowing what will happen, I need to get home ASAP. I need to get home to Jerry.

The apartment block is silent. Nothing stirs within the shadows, I'm safe to go. I head for the stairs and turn left down the corridor. Before entering I stare at our door. The paint has only begun to peel at corners revealing a scared oak door. Our apartment number has only just begun to fall from the hinges. Knocking three times, each knock spaced 5 seconds apart, I open the door. Jerry sits with his back to the door, briefly looking over his shoulder to make sure it was me. As usual he's drawing and rocking back and forth. I walk steadily towards him and peer over him. His drawings are superb and I'm shocked with todays sketch. It's me. I thought I was looking in a mirror. Every feature on my face is highlighted. My unshaven beard and hair with detail of the light, my eyes staring out of the page and every crease on my face was just utterly amazing. He picked it up and handed it to me warily and then quickly lets go of it to flick his fingers. "This is brilliant, Jerry, thank you!" I smile. I was about to pat him on the shoulder as a kind gesture but then I thought otherwise. "This is brilliant, Jerry, thank you." He repeats. Jerry is autistic. Sure its hard to keep him safe in this world but I cant abandon him like anyone else would. I stay out of his personal space and try to keep the routine the same everyday. This means working every night and going out at the same time everyday to get supplies. No one understands why I'm still with him but if you had know him as long as I have you'd know that you couldn't leave him after what he's been through. His parents abandoned him 10 years ago when he was 25, he got attacked multiple times by the bandits and when I found him 6 years ago I was surprised he was still alive. He's been emotionally scared for life. Its hard when it comes to attacks because he doesn't take well to being told what to do. I fear the day I have to leave him.   

He stands and gestures to a hug. A tear escapes my eye. Never has he done anything like this. But I return it still. He backs up and avoids my eyes. Im a little off 2inches taller than him and he looks much younger than me; not his real age. I watch him grab his sleeves and pull them over his hands. I see a trickle of blood fall from his swallowed hand. Something isn't right. He turns to the door and I see his Adams apple bob up just to fall just as quickly. "Jerry, what's wrong?" I ask. He steps a little closer to the door and continues to fumble with his sleeves. "What's wrong? Jerry, what's wrong?" He whispers.  I move to the door and place my hand on the cold, harsh handle. I look back at his worried, hesitant posture. One-two-three. I twist the handle gently and open the door. I see nothing at first when I look down into the corridor but its not long before my eyes adjust to the dark corridor and I see them. Within the confined space mopes at least 2 stalkers and 3 clickers. But that's just the corridor, who knows how many more there are in the building.

I close the door again and turn to Jerry. He's fallen to the floor, knees up to his chest and his arms wrapped tight around them; rocking back and forth. I walk over and crouch in front of him. His eyes are wide with fear and looking for places to look other than at me. "Listen Jerry, you and I need to be very quite alright?" I hiss. I don't want to be harsh like this but I know I have no other choice. I have to get the message into him. Although he isn't the loud type at all, I just cant take any risks. A "Sshhh." escapes his mouth; barely a whisper. "That's right. Sshhh. Shall I stay or get them away?" I reply. Going out there and fighting them off would just upset him. I had to think about him not what would make me happier. "S-stay." He whispers.

I stand up and walk into the kitchen to grab my bag and guns. The handle of my pistol makes my hand go numb while my hunting rifle feels comfortable over my shoulder. I take some blankets from our beds and lay next Jerry. "You wake me up if something happens?" He answers with a slight nod of approvement and I settle down. My pistol in hand I rest my eyes only to fall to a sleep immediately. God, I hope its not a deep sleep.

The bright light shone in my eyes, then to my mums and then to my dads. We stood frozen against a wall belonging to the church. Blinded by the light. The shadow of a cross settled onto the grass in front of us, behind the soldier, only makes me feel more scared. "Please were just trying to get to safety. We don't mean any harm and were defiantly not sick." My voice echoes. I didn't realise until now my father had begun to run in the direction we came from. The gun points in his way and before I can stop him the soldier pulls the trigger. Dad spins to the ground as blood shoots into the air. "Please let us go. Or at least help us." My mother whimpers. The gun turned to her. I felt a twinge of sympathy as I grabbed my mothers hand. I love you mum, I want to say. "I 'am helping you." He chuckles. BANG! I feel the warm blood of my mother cover my face and her hand slip from mine. No. No! "Its your turn now, son. Sorry. I wish there was another way." He pulls the trigger and everything goes black. There is another way. Safety and help.

 I wake up with a start. My breathing is uncontrollable but I still manage to sit up. That nightmare is like a ghost, it haunts me day in day out. The room is black with slits of light breaking through the blinds. I've missed my shift. I turn over to look at Jerry, worried I've woken him, but all I see are empty blankets. Shit! I turn my flashlight on but he is no where in the room. All the other doors are locked and the kitchen is visible from my position. My attention is turned to the front door. Its been left ajar. Im sure I closed it... I did close it.

Where have you got to, Jerry?

  

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