Dead of the Night... Silently Happening.

[Ash]

Ryan grabbed the key card up off the ground and swiped it. Like magic, it instantly worked. The girl he just saved fell into the open unit and the dog ran swiftly into the safety of the home. He climbed in himself, dragging the rest of the girl along with him. The leftover zombies clawed and pounded against the door, giving the house a very eerie feeling.

Ryan was about five-ten, a short blue mohawk, and brown eyes. He had piercings everywhere and was clearly not a normal person. He carried a couple of handguns and in his backpack, he had plenty of ammo.

"You okay?" He asked, voice rough and horse.

He walked into the living room and put his weapons down, quickly checking the housing unit for and zed. He quickly noted it looked untouched by the shit show’s fingers outside and went to go check on the girl. She was splattered with blood but she looked alive and well. Hell, he was just satisfied she felt alive!


When she didn't answer he guessed, rightfully, that she was in shock. He sighed and tossed off the backpack to pick her up in proper bridal style. He found the bathroom where it should be based on the type of housing unit the apartment looked to be. He sat her down in the tub, took a step back, and then turned on the warm water. It was only to rinse the blood off of her but it seemed to also snap her out of it as she cries out in frustration. He grinned as she sat up and looked over. She was still frightened, but now she was even more ok.

"I'll let you get cleaned up." He said before walking out and looking around, finding something to do to keep his own occupied.


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[His Story]

Ryan was enjoying a show that his friends and he went to. A band, a hot stage, and no room to breath, but it was fun as hell!!

His father was a chief of M.S.D, his mother a faithful housewife who chit chats with other housewives about nothing. She was also pregnant, again. She was forty-something but with the miracles of science and the old saying ‘if there is a will there is a way’ that achievement didn’t seem all that impossible. Ryan had a few more siblings but only one older than him. A twenty-three-year-old sister who followed her precious daddy's footprints. Two cops in one family were enough to force him to walk the opposite path.


He's twenty and lived off of what money his mom sympathetically sent him and whatever he made from his job at the bar. While it wasn’t very much in the least he felt good about how he was able to eat, sleep, and relax safely between four walls. He was sleeping over with a friend, they share the equivalent of an apartment. Bunk beds in the corner of the bedroom, a bath, and some food. To him, this meager life was THE life.

Every third week of each month he goes back to visit his family.

His older sister brought over a boyfriend, and with him came several questions Ryan had no interest in answering, and conversations he had no desire for participating in.

His father had started verbally accusing Ryan of being gay shortly after this.


Admittedly his interest in girls while growing up has thinned on the account they were always cheating on him. A few months back he swore off of dating completely, the decision was was when his roommate's girl tried coming onto him. She wasn't seen in the house after that day either. Since it had happened when he had been without a girlfriend to cheat on himself, his family took it at its worse.

No one was defending him, but he knew his mother silently blamed herself for this.

Finally, Ryan had enough! Before he could storm out but after he stood up his father and sister received a radio call for help. Something was happening and they both were to rendezvous at a secret coded location. Ryan had dropped back down into the chair, angry that he didn't get to say anything to defend himself, nor was had he the opportunity to make a big deal or show of things. After the two left Ryan went outside with his youngest sister.

She was 12 and smart as hell. But that didn't help her in the end...

Ryan was in his father's game room when it happened. He heard a crash and assumed it was just one of the little ones until he heard his mother scream! He dropped the picture frame he’d been holding, grabbed an antique nightstick from his father’s collection, and sprinted through the house to see what's the problem. When he arrived it was just in time to see two zombies in the house. He knew they were the undead as soon as he saw the two. Bloody wounds all over their body, grey dead skin, and yet they walked. Well… Shuffled. One was closed in on his cornered mother, but Ryan could only watch as it leaped forward and dragged her down, quickly climbing up and slamming its jaws into the screaming woman's shoulders.

She was as lost to him now as she has ever been in life.

He looked around desperately, trying hard to find his younger sister and brother, they were nowhere to be found but the boyfriend his sister loved so much was cowering in the corner. He had no feeling for the man so he just turned away and ran for his father's gun stock. The son-of-a-bitch worked quickly, always looking back to make sure no one could sneak up on him. Eventually, he heard his sister’s boyfriend cry out in agony as the zombie had moved onto a fresh meal.

Ryan dumped a drawer of ammo into a backpack with the M.S.D. logo on it and threw in whatever guns he could before he loaded two handguns and pushed them into his pants - safety on of course. He grabbed the nightstick next and tossed it in the backpack as well for a silent but deadly approach. With his back pinned to the wall, he found his way out of the house he’d grown up in, barely avoiding the two invading zombies.

Outside he ran into a few more, but they were busy chowing down on many more citizens. At this point, he tucked his head down and just booked it. Ryan had run past everything. Even a screaming girl who called for help, it was hard but she has already been infected by then, there was no saving her.

Then suddenly, three blocks away from his parents, he heard barking...