The Infected. FANFIC

Okay guys this is my first fan fic, please read, comment, opinions please! :)

Chapter one

It all started last month. The president wanted to provide America with vaccines to heal cancer cells before they could develop. He wanted the small children and pregnant women to get it first, then the rest. At school, kids lined up at the nurses office. Almost my whole school got it, just a couple of people like me who refused. Then at work, my father is a surgeon; they gave him a vaccine, too. He took it happily. Then my mom took it, she is a lawyer, so she makes good money, and she bought hers. Ever since then, I refused to go to any sort of doctors’ office, and somehow convinced my parents I was sick and couldn’t go to school. I hated that almost the whole country wanted a medicine they knew little about. But after a week, my parents insisted I wasn’t sick, and sent me to school. Everything was normal. Just as I thought, but I didn’t entirely trust it. Two weeks later, my best friend Stella didn’t come to my class. I just thought maybe she was sick or something. She didn’t come the rest of the week. Then it happened to one of my teachers, who was never a minute late to school, and never took a sick day. That was just strange. Stella called three days later. “Hey Christie, you should come over tonight and have a sleep over, we’re having pizza, and popcorn, and I rented this really cool movie.” “Okay, I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” I said, and then hung up. I told my parents, they didn’t much care what I did. They were fighting all the time. I packed my bag, put it in my Volkswagen, and started to leave. My neighbor’s boxer started barking at me through the fence. That was weird I thought, he’s usually quiet. Suddenly, he started digging. Within seconds, he had squeezed through the hole, and was headed strait for me. I jumped in my car, slammed the door, and stared in awe. The dog was jumping on my car, snapping at the window. Something was very wrong. I started backing out, and he stood there. His eyes were light green with a black iris and pupil. Last I remembered he had blue eyes. It was a short drive to Stella’s. When I got there, nobody answered the door, so I let myself in. “Hello?” I called. No answer. I looked around. I saw a broken lamp some ripped up pillows, a couple shattered picture frames, and curtains were torn down. Stella was the cleanest person I knew. She would panic if she spilled a cup of soda. I heard something in the kitchen. When I went in, I saw Stella. But why was she so quiet? “Hi Stella, you didn’t answer the door. What are you doing?” I walked closer. Her parents and her older brother were there too. All gathered around the table bent over, doing something. “Stella?” I got closer, and from an angle, I saw they were grabbing handfuls of a cat’s insides, and stuffing it into their mouths. “STELLA!” I screamed. She turned around, guts hanging out of her mouth. She started walking towards me, that’s when I thought it was a bad idea to even come. I ran for the door and slammed it behind me. When I reached my Bug, I saw her in the window of the door, her eyes green and black. Suddenly, her arm punched through the window. Bloody from where the glass cut it, then her brother, and parents came, all of their arms through the window in the door, reaching for me. I backed out of the driveway, and sped home. When I got home, I ran up to my room, shut and locked the door, and locked my window. I could here my mom and dad fighting downstairs. Somebody knocked on my door. Then a voice said, “Can I come in?” it was my little sister. “Yeah…” I said. I opened the door and locked it. “What ya doing?” she asked. “Uh, studying,” I said, trying to think of some excuse. “Well, it doesn’t look that way.” “Well, I have my own method.” I said. “Whatever you say Christie.” I walked over to my window, the boxer that attacked me earlier, was in the street. It looked dead. It certainly wasn’t moving, that’s for sure. But there was no blood, as if it wasn’t really road kill. “Baxter’s dead!” my sister cried in horror. Oh crap, I remembered she always played with Baxter. “He’s okay, he’s just sleeping.” I lied. “No he’s not!” her face was all red. “Yeah, he’s playing a game with all the other animals, hide on go sleep, instead of counting, they fall asleep.” I said. It’s amazing how creative I am sometimes. “Okay, are you sure?” “Lily, I’m positive.” I smiled. “Okay, good.” She said, then saw my shelf, and saw a game. “Do you want to play Scrabble?” “Not right now.” “But,” she said. “But nothing. I have a lot of studying to do, go back into your room. Oh, and don’t go outside, uh, there’s a storm coming.” The gray skies helped my fib, hopefully it wasn’t a fib, I didn’t like lying. “Sure.” She said. “Hey, come to my tea party later.” “Okay.” I said, barely paying attention to her anymore. I stayed in my room the rest of that night. Until it was so late, I couldn’t stay up any longer. When I woke up, I looked outside; it had rained. That’s good, I guess, at least I didn’t lie. But Baxter was gone. Maybe a car moved him out of the way. “Mom, dad,” I called; they were usually awake by now. “Dad? Mom?” “I’m right here!” my mom said, in front of the computer, reading some email. “Oh, okay. It’s just you usually make breakfast, I didn’t smell it.” “Well, there’s cereal in there. Go make it yourself.” She pointed. “Okay, okay.” I said, “Sheesh,” I muttered under my breath. “What?” “Nothing.” I said. Dad wasn’t awake yet, though. “Where’s dad?” “Still sleeping. He’s so lazy. Go wake him up, he needs to go to work in,” she looked at her watch “ten minutes.” She said with a smirk. “Mom! You know it takes him at least that long to put on his shoes!” “Well, I’m not his slave. But you are, go get him up!” “Whatever.” I ran back upstairs. “Dad, dad, wake up.” I said. He still lay there. “Come on dad, if you don’t hurry, you’ll get fired.” That usually woke him up when he was like this. He didn’t move. “Dad?” I said, he wasn’t moving. I turned him over; he had some sticky, gross slime covering his flesh. “Dad!” but his eyes were open. They rolled back into his head. Is he dead? I asked myself. “MOM!” She didn’t answer. “MOM GET UP HERE!” “WHAT!” she answered. Dad sat up. “Dad?” I asked. He started mumbling something unintelligible. “What, I don’t understand you…” All of a sudden, he yelled, the loudest I’ve ever heard him yell. So loud I couldn’t even think of anything but to cover my ears. Mom came in and slapped him in the face. “Stop it! You idiot!” She yelled. Dad took mom’s hand, and ripped it off. Mom screamed in pain. “MOM! ARE YOU OKAY!” I screamed, panicked. She ran to the closet to get the gun they had hidden from Lily. She held it up, aimed, and before she could fire, dad threw her hand at her, and knocked her against the wall. She was unconscious. I saw Lily start to walk in, but I ran to the door and shut it and locked it. “Lily, just go watch your cartoons okay?” I asked. “Okay, what was all the yelling?” “Just another fight.” She yawned. “Okay. Good morning Christie.” When I turned around, dad had me cornered against the door. He reached for my neck. Then a loud pop hurt my ears. Dad fell down right in front of me. Moms sitting against the wall, gun in hand, her only hand. “Christie, don’t take the vaccine,” she said, then she her head fell to her shoulder, blood spraying out of her other shoulder. I ran outside of the room, horrified, to the bathroom, to throw up. When I was done, all I could do was cry. When I stopped sobbing, I heard Lily calling me name. I went back to the hall. “Lily…” “Christie, what happened?” “Nothing. Mom and dad lit some fireworks. And they’re going on a vacation, and want us to go on our own vacation!” I tried to seem happy and excited. She smiled. “Where are we going?” “Somewhere, not here.” I said. “Go pack a bag. I’ll help you.” We walked to her room. “And whatever you do, do not, for any reason, go into mom and dad’s room. Okay?” “Why?” “They’re wrapping your birthday presents,” I said. “Really!” “Really.” “Great!” she was so happy. “Okay, now help me find my suitcase,” I said. I let her borrow it one time, not thinking I’d need it for a while. “It’s right here.” She pulled it out from under her bed. “Thanks, help me get my stuff ready.” I didn’t need the help, but I couldn’t trust her alone in the house. We walked to my room, packed, and then went downstairs. “Lily,” I said. “Yes?” “Will you grab all of the dry food like Pop Tarts, or crackers, you know?” “Sure.” She said. I ran for the fridge, got all the bottled water, all the juices, everything I could find that wouldn’t go bad. “Here you go.” She said, handing me the bag of food. “Thank you. Do you have another pair of shoes you can take with us?” “Yes,” she ran to the living room and back with tennis shoes and boots. “Fabulous.” I said. “Now get your jacket.” “Here.” She said, holding it up. “Okay, let’s go.” I grabbed my jacket and my shoes, and then headed to my car. “Hey Lily, go ahead and get in the front seat.” I said. “Okay!” she was the happiest I’ve seen her in one day. “I never get to sit up front!” “Oh I know.” I said when I was putting the bags in the trunk. I got in the car, and looked at the map in the glove box. “How about we go to a fancy hotel?” I asked. “Ooh, yeah.” “Good.” We drove out of the street, when Baxter was chasing the car. “Look, Baxter!” Lily said. Baxter! He’s dead! The dog came running up faster than I’ve ever heard of any dog breed running. So I sped up. But he wasn’t far behind, a foot or two from the rear bumper. I turned widely at the corner, barely missing the car coming, that hit the dog. Lily started crying. “He’s not dead, it’s just another Hide And Go Sleep game.” She stopped. When we got downtown, I pulled into the bank. “Wait here, lock the doors, okay?” “Um Hmmm.” She said. I pulled out every penny in my savings, all $6,981. “Do you want some breakfast?” I asked. “Yeah, can we go to McDonalds?” “Yes.” We stopped for breakfast in the car. Then we were off. Chapter Two Within the next week, we passed more and more houses full of people that got infected. The few that didn’t get the vaccine were killed. Animals, pets, were eaten alive. Farmers, who didn’t trust the medicine, like me, worked hard to keep the infected out, but they didn’t care if you were infected, or normal, they didn’t trust you. That was another way people died, waiting outside the fences of the farmers’ houses, but within a day, they were killed too. Luckily for me, they didn’t give the vaccines to Lily’s school next. They were next week’s delivery, but they were too late. By the time she would’ve gotten it, she would be dead. Last night, about one in the morning, there was an abandoned car dealership. I went in, got a set of keys, pressed the button, and the alarm of one went off. But it was a tiny Mini Cooper. That wasn’t good enough, so I got another set, and this time it was an Escalade. That was lucky. “Lily, come here, we got a new car!” “We did?” “Um Hmmm.” She came running, and got in the front seat again. I put all the bags in the very back, hoping that there would be survivors we could pick up. When I got in, Lily turned on the radio; the president was saying something on AM. “This vaccine will save millions. We’re sending it to Africa, Mexico, China, and Italy. We believe with this new technology, nobody will ever get cancer again!” he said, and then people clapped. Apparently they hadn’t gotten the shot yet. “Christie, are you going to get the shot? I want to get it. Even though I don’t like shots, but grandpa died of cancer…” she trailed off. “No, I’m not getting the shot, and neither are you.” “But-” “No.” She sighed, and looked out the window, pretending to ignore me. As we passed an apartment complex, someone was climbing out of a window. “HEY! WAIT!! THEY’LL KILL ME!” He yelled. I stopped, and unlocked the doors. “Thank you. They killed my family! They were going to kill me next! Because we refused to get that crap they put in people!” He said when he got in. “Was there any other normal people at all in there?” I asked. “No.” Then we started driving again. We used to live in California, but just on the edge, now we were in New Mexico. “It’s hot here.” Lily remarked. “Turn on the air conditioner then.” I said. She flipped a little switch. “So, do you think they’ll find us here?” The guy asked. I knew that would happen someday. “I’m Christie, who are you?” I changed the subject. “John.” “I’m Lily!” “Hi Lily,” John said.