Rebirth
Rebirth
The story of one man's struggles and sacrifices, to make the perfect life, only to turn out not so perfect...
"I have to go now... They are calling me back home. We probably won't see each other again... But don't worry, I will be watching over you..."
That was the last thing I heard from her before she left. I didn't know why she left, but I'm sure that I will figure it out sooner or later. She always had a way of doing things for no reason, but then they turned out to be something beneficial for someone or something. I just hope that she made the right choice not just for my sake, or for the worlds, but for hers as well...
Chapter one
Let me first start out by saying that this is not going to be some hero saves the day, gets the girl, and they ride off into the sunset together kind of bull that you think stories are made of. This is a story of war, mental and physical. The kind of story that you should put down and never pick up again unless you intend on finishing the entire thing. This is a story about heartbreak, and struggles. A story of hard choices and sacrifices. A story not for the faint of heart or the weak of stomach. A life story... my life story... except this one, doesn't have a happy ending...
My life begins 105 years ago when my mom gave birth to me, A tiny, black haired, blue eyed, kid, on the run from a horde. Now some of you who don't know what a horde is, It is a massive group of the walking dead (Aka. Zombies, or Walkers.) Now I know what you're thinking," How could the dead come back alive? That's impossible!" But let me assure you, It is very possible.. In fact, there is even a name for it!
It's called the Zombie Apocalypse. Now some of you might know what this is, and others might not. To those who might not, I'll give you a brief history lesson. Back in December 21, 2012 the world fell into chaos. You know, end of the world, volcanoes erupting, sky falling, all that crap that didn't happen. Instead, what did happen, was the dead reanimating again and feasting on humans. Dead people roaming the streets with their arms gone, or half their bodies gone from being blown up, trailing blood and intestines on the ground in there wake. (Remember when I said, not for the faint of heart or the weak of stomach? Well... It gets worse.) There were even classifications of zombies. These classes do different things, but all kill you and infect you regardless of man, women, or child. They have no mercy, and are ruthless. They don't stop...
Anyway... When my mom gave birth to me it was in the back of a broken down car with my dad and older sister keeping watch for walkers. When I was born, I didn't cry, or wine, or nothing like that. I was as healthy as a baby could be in the current situation. I grew up fast, not knowing the joys of the world, only knowing the fighting and death that became of it if you were too slow. I grew up in the midst of an apocalypse, my primal instincts and uncanny knack for getting out of situations that would have most people dead or worse, proved to be a valuable asset to my family.
We were on the road, always moving, not staying in a place for too long for risk of getting killed. When we could sleep, someone would always be on watch, and it wasn't really sleep, than it was more or less combat naps. When I was about the age of ten, we were walking down a trail in the middle of the woods when we unknowingly came across a refugee camp, fortified with tied up logs and pointed sticks. Guards at the gate, traps set out, the whole nine yards. We were graciously accepted into their camp, but we knew that things wouldn't last for long.
Considering the fact that we were the new guys in camp, we always got sent out on the dangerous missions. Missions such as going into nearby cities crawling with walkers to gather supplies, scouting and gathering Intel of the walkers movements and locations, and reporting back to the leader, And maybe if we were lucky, got sent out to destroy a small group of twenty or so walkers who got too close for the leaders liking.
By the time I was 18 we moved around from camp to camp, trying to get closer and closer to the safe haven that we knew was in Russia. You see, Russia had a huge base called Zion, And we knew that if we somehow managed to get there, that we would be safe from this war, Safe from all this running and fending for our lives. However, the fates had a different plan in store for us...
We were scheduled to go on a routine raid mission in a nearby town, no reports of walkers being sited for the next five miles, or so we were told, so we just thought that it would be an easy in and out in under five minutes kind of mission. But things aren't always what they seem. Before we left for the mission, my dad called me into the tent that he and I have slept in for the duration of the stay at the camp, and he pulled out something from underneath his cot. (This surprised me because there was no way he could have snuck something there without me noticing.) He pulled out something that looked like a long curved stick wrapped in a black cloth, with a strap around it to be carried over someone's back. He looked at it and smiled, handing it to me. My immediate reaction was to ask what it was, but he beat me to it. I'll never forget what he said next. He looked at me with his deep blue eyes and in his soft kind voice said," If you ever lose hope... Just remember that I will always be with you." And I swear I saw a tear roll down his face, but I thought I was seeing things. At that exact moment, he looked old. Like the years on the run, and fighting to survive has aged him quicker than time itself. But when it came time for the mission, he showed no fear or emotion. Just a fire in his eyes, and a smile on his face. He had hope. Something that was rare in these times. Some day I want to be just like him.
Halfway to the town, we stopped by a little outcropping of buildings that used to be a factory of some sorts, now was rundown and in bad shape. We all stopped to take a break from the brisk jog me and my dad had set, when I saw a walker headed twords us. I ran up to it, taking out the pocket knife I always had on me, and I tackled it to the ground, stabbing it in the head, and twisting, making sure it wouldn't get up. I got up and smiled down at it, then turned back to my family. When I turned around, and walked back to my
family, My dad high fived me and smiled," Nice one son." I grin and look at my mom and sister. My sister, her long dark hair and brown eyes, stared at me and smiled. I walked up to her," how did I do Kathryn?" She tilted her head slightly and smiled," A little shaky on the dismount, but all in all I will have to say.. mediocre." He grinned. I scoffed and smiled," like you could do better." She looked into my eyes and challenged me," Oh I can and I will." She was always one for challenges. She normally won, but it was something to keep me sane during the tough times. My mom with her dark brown hair and matching eyes, looked at me with concern and she smiled," Don't do that again, you might hurt yourself, Are you okay?" I look at her and smiled," Of course. I wouldn't do it if I knew I would be okay afterwards." I hug her and smile," you worry too much."
She looks at me and smiles again," It's my job to worry. If I don't, who will?" I lean down and kiss her forehead, and it was at that moment, That I heard my sister scream. I quickly look up and I see her swarmed by five walkers at once. I quickly run towards her, my pocket knife already out, but I was too late. I see her trip and fall, slamming the back of her head on the concrete, she looked at me as she was getting devoured by the walkers, and I scream in agony, rage blinding everything except my sisters face. I tackle one walker and stab it in the head, sweeping my leg out and knocking the other four on the ground. I quickly get up and I slam my foot into their skulls, ramming my knife all the way to the hilt into ones head as it tries to get up, Tears blurring my vision as I fight them off, easily killing all five in a matter of seconds. I look up and see a horde of zombies where my mother and father used to be and I freeze, hearing their screams and them yelling for me to run.
You see, it was at this point at which I decided to either stay and fight 100 or so zombies and probably die, or run and try to escape with my life, and go on living without my family. I thought for a few seconds and decided to run, and run I did. I ran and ran, not stopping even when I left the horde in my dust. I just kept running. I ran until I couldn't run anymore, and even still. I kept running.
Eventually, my legs gave out and I couldn't move. I was dehydrated and hungry, and I couldn't think straight. I looked up and I saw a huge metal wall right in front of my. I think to myself," How did I not see that before?" Right before my eyes close I smile," I'm gonna die... and... That's okay..." I look up at the huge metal wall and I can barely see an etching in the metal before I pass out. The etching said," Welcome to Zion..."
Chapter two
Now, Little did I know, someone was watching me run words the base, and did nothing until that point that I closed my eyes, (I suppose, since I was unconscious... but anyway...) As I was Unconscious, It wasn't an endless black void that people normally say it is... my head was throwing me into a wonderful world of death, pain and suffering, my death pain and suffering... zombies... ripping me to pieces over and over again... there was no end... I thought honestly, that it was really happening, and I got scared... I was honestly afraid... but then I heard a voice. I couldn't understand what was said, but I knew that whoever said it, knew I could make it, and to this day, she never told me what she said, but I'm sure she has good reason to keep quiet, but it still doesn't keep me from trying to get it out of her.
Anyway, when I came to, all I saw was a bright white light. I was confused at first, then my vision cleared up slightly and I realized it was a fluorescent light, I groaned and closed my eyes again because the light was so bright, then I realized that I was warm, and Not dead, and I bolted upright, my eyes darting around the room, the blood pounding in my ears, and all I could do was think of was how I was alive. I tried to move around, but my body didn't seem to want to listen to me at the moment. It was then that I heard a light snoring. I look around for whatever is making the sound, almost overlooking the person who was sitting in a chair beside the bed I was in. (Almost over looked them...) Now, Either they were pretending to sleep, or they just so happened to have the perfect timing, because once I saw them, they woke up, slowly I might add, and they stretched like a normal person without a care in the world would do. That was rare in these times, and for a second I thought I actually died. Now, my eyes were still adjusting to the light, and my vision was blurry, but when they spoke, I swear I died
Hayyel looked at the man whom she and Ro had dragged into base earlier,"Oh good you're up. How are you feeling?" Before he could answer she stood and walked to the bed he was on. She gently touched his forehead and seemed to contemplate something before smiling at him,"Well your fever has broken and that's very good, but I'm still worried about the fatigue."
She turned and shuffled through a bag, mumbling to herself before pulling out a small needle,"Just what you need." She smiled as he cringed away from the needle. "Don't worry it won't hurt, I promise."She gently touched the area with her fingertips and looked him dead in the eyes.
"Where am I?" he asked, completely distracted by her. After she removed the needle he looked down at the spot she had already covered with a small bit of cotton. He looked back at her as his eyes cleared. The medicine helped relax his muscles and calm him. She looked back at the boy, smiling truly for the first time. She heard his breath catch and couldn't help but smile more. She heard him clear his throat as he looked down at the medical table.
"You... um... are... very beautiful..." He smiled and looked back up at her again. "So, what where you mumbling about before?" She sat on the edge of the bed and turned to the chair she had the bag on, pulling a shirt from the pile. "Ah, I have your shirt. Clean, I may add." She handed it to him,"Thanks..." Hayyel watched as he put it on, wincing from the bumps, bruises and cuts that covered his body,"How long was I out?" he asked, She looked over to the clock and then to the calendar Rochen had hung below it. "A few days now."
He looked at the clock and smiled bitterly. "Well... Isn't that wonderful..." He checked for his belongings, checking if they were all there. "So... Why am I here? And where exactly is here?" She smiled,"Here is Zion, a safe haven in these horrid times. And as for why, our leader, Rochen, and her mate, Sethron, started this base. Rochen is also the head of medical. She and I got you in here from outside the wall whilst the rest of our capable members drove off the hoard that had been following you." She paused for a moment and looked directly into his face. "How did you manage to put that much distance between you and the walkers?"
He smiled again, though it still wasn't a heartfelt smile. "I ran and didn't stop..." Hayyel shook her head. "And to think I wondered how you managed to cause yourself so much fatigue damage. Well sir, I do not believe me, nor anyone else on base, knows your name. So, would you care to share? Strictly for the records of course." She smiled and got up, walking to the computer and pulling up a screen, clearly meant to hold medical records,"John Smith." He paused waiting for her to type it in. "And just for my records, what's yours?" Hayyel grinned at the computer and saved the document before turning around. She stood and walked to him, taking his hand in a gentle and very feminine hand shake. "I am Hayyel Angelus."