Kinemortophobia

Jay Martin's hazel eyes shimmered in the light from her desk lamp. Her curly brown hair twisted to her waist tied up with a black hair tie. Her worn-out jeans with a hoodie cover down to her knees. She looks outside to the forest across the highway. She writes down her mathematics notes in her high school black leather notebook while watching her black cat chase a glowing bright blue butterfly outside her house. To get the cat's attention, the butterfly dances around it. a cloud of smoke blanketing the centre of town, her ears ring from what sounds like an explosion. People scatter, tripping over each other and stumbling. When she returns her gaze to the cat, the butterfly flies through the window and lands in her hands, her hands slowly glowing bright blue before it dissolves into her hands. Her cat has vanished. The blood on the road thickens as people scream at the top of their lungs, desperate for help.

She races down the wooden spiral steps in her search for her parents, only to discover that her parents are gone. Her attention fell on the fully open, blood-splattered front door as she raced around the house looking for her Mother. Before someone rushed in, she slammed the door as quickly as she could.

"Dad and Mom, are you there?"

She becomes completely immobile while speaking, something falls from the kitchen counter, and she wonders what it is. Looking at the kitchen and being cautious with every step she took. She came across shattered shards of glass on the floor, followed by the loud slam of the door beside her. She falls backwards and cuts her hand on the shattered glass. She stands slowly and examines the back door, as she gets closer to the door, the banging becomes more and more obnoxious. Jay slowly walks backwards from the back door to the dining room, with her metal baseball bat leaning against the table she snatches it up. The banging grows bigger and stronger as she tries to get closer.

When the door slowly opens, she sees her mother. She is covered in blood, all up to her arms and mouth. Her eyes are completely white, and her arms are covered with bite marks. Her mother smacks the bat against the wall and knocks Jay down. THUD! Her mother moves closer and closer to Jay's face as Jay tries to push her away, while her mother is trying over and over to bite her face. Her teeth were covered in blood and flesh, and her breath smelt like a rotten corpse. As soon as Jay hears a gunshot, her mother collapses to the ground. She doesn't move. Jay pushes her mother off her and feeling her mother that cold made her shiver. She moved away, leaning on the wall with tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. Her hair is brushed out of her face by a familiar, caring hand.

She notices her father standing over her. He adds emotionlessly,

"Honey, it'll be alright." Then Jay sees that blood is dripping from his Metallica shirt onto the floor, he has been injured in the stomach.

"Your shirt, Dad," Jay said, looking him in the eyes.

"Go grab that bat, some food, and some water," he said, his voice frigid and icy as if his heart had just become bitter. She stands up, trembling, and walks over to her mother's body.

"What was wrong with her?" she wondered nervously as she snatched up her bat.

"Hurry, there will be more," he said, avoiding the question. She gets her camo bag, dons her hat, and dashes into the kitchen. She hears a gunshot from the lounge room as she packs food and drink. Not only that, but she overheard her father groaning loudly. He yells as more people like her mother run in the front door and another from the hallway behind him. He tries to fight them off. She hastily gathers the things she needs and dashes to the back door. He cried, "Go, Jay, go!" as he fired rounds at the crowd. Jay snatched up her motorcycle keys and ran out the back door to her black 2019 Ducati Panigale V4 R.

She rode onto the road leading out of town, seeing people eating each other. She looked away from the gory scenes. Hours lapse to minutes, and she notices it's nearly nightfall as she drives away, sobbing. Jay notices a home. On the left side of the road, it appears that some zombies have already passed through. It didn't appear to be much, but she was in desperate need of shelter for the night. She parks the bike outdoors near the garden, which has been flattened by footprints.

As she walks in, she notices two dead bodies in the lounge room, one man and one woman, both covered in blood and resting on top of each other. Jay slowly heads for the kitchen and recognises more supplies on the bench half-packed in plastic containers and bags. A man sees a zombie covered in blood heading for her from the lounge room, she has her back to it. the man runs at it and stabs it in the back of the head, piercing the back of the skull. She then turns around to see a man, he is dark-skinned, with green eyes. His black hair is straight and layered with azure dye. He's dressed in filthy clothes, with a ripped shirt and jeans. The blade is a solid 7-inch blade with a crisp, thin edge, and tattered black leather grip. He takes the blade from the skull, splattering blood across his face. He wipes the blood away from his mouth with his hand. Jay is surprised and takes a step back, tripping and falling to the ground. She snatches up her bat and points it at him, terrified. He smirked and extended his hand to her, saying,

"What, don't you trust me?" She got up on her own, leaning on her bat, and heard noises upstairs. She simply ignores it and stares him down.

"Why should I trust you? By the way, you killed him, it appears that you could have killed me as well," she added, her arms crossed.

"I didn't murder you, though, did I? I was the one who came to your rescue," She was well aware of this, but she had just lost everything. She can't afford to let her guard down. She takes a step back, her head bowed.

"I'm sorry, I can't," she says as she enters the kitchen and takes a seat at the table in a wooden chair. He sat across from her, his blade resting on the table. He whistles and she hears a commotion above. She screamed at him,

"What is that?!" He pressed his finger against her lips, and a brown-spotted, white, red-collared Shetland sheepdog rushed down the stairs. Jay relaxes and rests her feet on the chair, her knees against her chest. He laughs and pets the dog softly, letting her know it is alright.

"What's your name?" she asked him while putting her hood over her head. He smiled and chuckled softly.

"Neil, Neil Rodgers" he glances at her. She withdraws into her hoodie and remains silent. Neil gets up and collects the goods as Jay sits there for a while.

"Do you want some?" He extended his arm to her, and she pointed to her camo bag. They sat down in silence for a long time until they heard screams up the road. Jay covers her ears and is frightened stiff, her mother's death repeating in her head. Neil pats her on the back gently and glances out the front door.

He takes a step back from the front door, telling the dog to go upstairs and hide. Jay cautiously rises from her chair and walks over to him, gently tugging on his shirt.

"You should go hide with the dog," Neil patted her hand lightly,

"She'll protect you," she shook her head, wanting to help him.

She dashed outside, hastily grabbing her bike, and bringing it inside. Setting her bike up in the lounge room leaning against the couch. Neil closes the door after she runs back into the house and places a wooden table to block it. Jay gathers the supplies and arranges them next to the dog in the upstairs bedroom's wardrobe, while Neil locks all the exits and places furniture against the doors. Neil climbs the stairs and shuts the shades and curtains. Jay gently peeks out the window after hearing the groaning outside. She swiftly sat against the wall under the window after one of them noticed her and pointed at her.

The front door began to pound louder and louder after Neil locked the bedroom door. Nothing was going to stop them from entering. Jay rolled up into a ball, knees to chest, and her ears were covered. Neil pats her on the head and gently places the blanket and his jacket on her. The herd force themselves through the door, and Neil grabs her and pulls her into the closet, leaning against each other to fit. He pulls her close, covering her face in his chest, and keeps peeking through the space between the wardrobe doors as she keeps her head down, flushed with embarrassment. As one of them walked in through the entrance, he grabbed her. It had blood on its hands and mouth, and its eyes were completely white. It looked about for what it smelt, and one of them groaned loudly, and they slowly walked out the front door one by one. Neil groaned and glanced at her, turning crimson red before letting go of her and exiting the closet. He rubbed the back of his neck, flustered, and muttered,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hold you like that."