by Amelia Esla
Zombie apocalypse
The Final Destruction
Supernatural Fantasy Book 1
Amelia Esla
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Contents
Title Page
1- Pilot
2- Megan
3- Three is Company
4- Home Sweet Home
5- Gone Exploring
6- Old Friends Die Hard
7- Demons and Fathers
8- Walking Out
9- Trouble in Paradise
10- On the Road Again
11- Houses of the Holy
12- Skeptics
13- Hotel California
14- What Is
15- What Should Never Be
16- He's Got Plans for You
1- Pilot
It was just six or seven months ago when people started getting sick. Well, at least that's what they called it. They were just "sick." It didn't take long for this "sickness" to spread. Everywhere.
No one could pinpoint where it started, but it was obvious how it spread- biting. If you were bitten by one of the infected, you would become sick and die within the week.
And then you would wake up again.
"Zombies, man! Real like zombies!" Dean laughed, hitting the steering wheel as he drove along the empty road, Sam beside him, as always.
"We don't know that for sure, yet," Sam didn't even look up from the newspapers he was reading as he talked to his overly-excited brother. It was about the most recent vic. A 30 year old nurse had been bitten by one of these "zombies" during his shift. He became increasingly sick, and after 3 days of lying in bed, he died. The next morning, before anyone even knew he had passed, he woke up and attacked his wife.
At first they (or Dean at least) had almost been excited for this case. There were real, in-the-flesh, zombies! But soon it became apparent that this epidemic was nothing like they had ever seen before, and even the entire hunting community was powerless to stop it.
As it spread, it sent the world into panic. Chaos. Doctors and Hunters alike could not figure out how to stop it, or even how it started. The only thing they learned was how to kill them: by destroying the brain.
"So you're telling me that the only way to kill it is a head-shot?" Dean questioned his brother, who had just got off the phone with Bobby.
"I guess. Or you could bash its head in." Sam shrugged. "It's all about the brain. Apparently Rufus ran into some down in Florida. He shot it in the heart, used silver, salt, the works. Nothing killed it until he shot it right in the head."
In just a few months, the world was suddenly a scene from "28 Days Later." The government was gone, and most people were either dead or in hiding. The world was a totally different place... but the Winchesters had survived.
And they weren't the only ones.
2- Megan
Megan could hear the zombies outside. She could smell the rotten flesh. She clasped her hands tightly around her shotgun, closed her eyes, and prayed for them to go away. She was hiding in a deserted liquor store. She had boarded up the windows the best she could, and taken shelter underneath the counter. She had been living off of candy bars and Captain Morgan for two days now.
Megan had no one left. She had lived alone, with no close friends or family, in solitude. When the apocalypse came, she had no one to turn to. She hid out in her tiny apartment for a few weeks until she ran out of food. There was no living people in sight-just the dead.
And the dead were everywhere.
She could feel a sob rising in her throat. Keep yourself together, Megan, she scolded herself silently. They'll hear you.
She stayed that way for hours. The sun was setting against the horizon, and it would be night soon. At least it would be harder for them to see her…but it would also be harder for them to see her.
For the first time in her life, Megan wished she wasn't alone. Alone had always been better for her. She didn't get along with people well, and they didn't get along with her. They thought she was rude, she thought they were arrogant. But now, she truly wished that there was somebody, anybody, by her side. Someone to rely on so that she didn't have to sleep with one eye open all the time. Someone to talk to in hushed voices to pass the time while they waited for the horde to pass. Someone to cry to, to comfort, to laugh with. For the first time, she wasn't just alone. She was lonely.
Lost in her thoughts, she barely heard the sound of a gunshot firing nearby.
"SON OF A BITCH!" A man's voice rang out from down the street. "There are so many of them!"
"Dean, shut up and shoot!"
Megan froze. Should she risk looking out into the street? Would the zombies see her, or were they distracted with those two idiots who were causing a commotion out there. And what about the two men-were they friendly? Were they to be trusted?
Probably not, but she didn't have a lot of options these days. Slowly, Megan crawled out from behind the counter, and peeked out. She couldn't see much from behind the wooden planks on the windows, and shelves pushed up against the door. Hesitantly, she snuck over as quietly as possible, and moved the shelf over just enough so that she could get a good look at the street.
Two men, not much older than her, were at the other end of the street, trying to get this way. They were haphazardly shooting at the zombies who were now completely focused on them. For a moment, Megan considered offering her help, but ultimately decided against it.
They obviously don't know what they're doing, making all of that noise. It would only put me in danger. She convinced herself they weren't worth the trouble, but she couldn't stop watching.
They were making progress through the crowd. They were closer now; almost close enough to catch her staring at them. She could get a closer look now. The taller one had long, shaggy brown hair that was messy and uncut. He wore a plaid shirt and jeans. He was shooting with a handgun, but Megan could see another larger gun on his back, and she figured he had more. They're dangerous.
The shorter one had dark blond hair and wore at least three layers of clothing. He had a gun in each hand, and was shooting down the zombies with surprising accuracy. Are they military or something? Maybe the military sent them to save people like her, stranded and alone. Maybe not.
She was once again shook from her thoughts by a scream. One of the zombies had come from behind, and grabbed at the shorter man. He collapsed, a gun went off, and the taller one rushed to his side. Shocked and scared, Megan stumbled backward towards the counter. She wanted to help, but she was frozen in place.
"DEAN!"
A few moments passed, but she didn't hear anything but the snarling of the undead. She was sure they were both dead until she saw the tall one appear at the door, holding on to the other one (apparently named Dean) behind him. He didn't notice her standing there; he just smashed the glass and pushed his way through, bringing Dean in as well. As soon as they were in, Dean collapsed onto the ground, and the other one shoved the shelf back into place.
"Dean, are you alri-" He turned around, and his eyes met hers. This is it, Megan thought. They're going to kill me.
3- Three is Company
For a few moments, it seemed that everyone in the room was completely frozen in place. Neither of the boys moved, nor did Megan. They just stood in place, staring at each other and trying to figure out if the other was a threat. Suddenly scared, Megan threw up her gun and pointed it at the one who was standing.
He put both his hands up in surrender. "Don't shoot! I'm not- we're not going to hurt you, I promise." As if to make his point, he slowly laid his pistol on the ground near his feet
, and kicked it aside, away from them both. Megan let her gaze follow the gun, knowing she should probably pick it up just in case. Unfortunately, she couldn't find it in herself to move. "My name is Sam, and this is my brother Dean," Dean grunted in agreement from the floor below. "My brother… he's hurt. I need to help him."
Megan though she heard Dean mutter something under his breath, but she couldn't be sure if he was just groaning in pain or not. She had no idea what had happened to him, but she gave a silent prayer that he hadn't been bit. Hesitantly, she lowered her gun as well, but kept it gripped in her sweaty palms. "Yeah…yeah go ahead." That was all she could manage at the moment.
As Sam knelt beside his brother, Megan tried to decide what to do. They obviously couldn't stay here, not while she was hiding out. They could still be dangerous or just plain stupid. She couldn't take that risk. Either she'd have to kick them out, or leave the one safe place she had found in a long time.
Sam was assessing the damage to his brother, who seemed to be regaining his senses. "God dammit, Sam! Be careful." He moaned as Sam was trying to patch him up. "Just- just lemme do it,"
"No way, man! You've been bleeding badly, you need to rest. Let me take care of you for once," Sam argued back. Megan decided it was best to let them stay for now-the older one seemed to have taken a lot of damage, and it would be suicide for him to go back out there now.
Suddenly aware that she was hovering over the bickering brothers, awkwardly, Megan went to make herself useful by re-barricading the door. There was no such thing as too careful anymore. She had to be sure she was safe…and for the time being, that those two were safe, as well.
Once she was satisfied with the status of the door, she turned back to see Sam standing. "I think he'll be okay," he pointed at Dean, who was sitting, now, with a pained expression on his face. When he saw that she was staring at him, however, his face immediately brightened into a smile. "Thanks for letting us in. It wouldn't have been pretty if we had stayed out there for too much longer."
Megan glanced between the two. "Well, it's not like I had much choice with you two barging in and everything." She stated flatly, but smiled slightly at the look of embarrassment that crossed their faces momentarily.
"Yeah, sorry about that…" Sam apologized, pausing at the end, expectantly.
Oh, right! My name… "Megan."
Sam nodded. "Sorry about that, Megan. Do you mind if we stay awhile, just for a night or two so that my idiot brother over here can heal up?"
"Idiot brother who saved your ass," Dean retorted.
"Uh…" Megan swallowed, wondering what to tell the two strangers. "I guess for now…but I have some…others with me. A few people, actually…when they get back you'll have to ask them." She knew she was lying, but she hoped it wasn't that obvious to them. Her plan was that they wouldn't kill her or anything if they knew there were others on their way back, and that they'd be long gone before her friends were "overdue."
"Not a problem, sweetheart. We're lovable," Dean smirked, earning a half glare from Sam.
"When are they due back?" Sam asked, and Megan was glad he didn't ask where they had gone.
"I'm not sure…hopefully tonight… maybe tomorrow sometime?"
Sam looked at her with an odd expression on his face, and he shared a look with Dean before smiling and nodding. "Okay, then. I guess you've got us until then. Need anything?" She didn't like the look he had before, but for a moment she forgot about her suspicions. It sure would be nice to have a couple of people around to help out, huh? She thought to herself. Someone to keep you company and keep you safe. But Megan shook the thought away, quickly. She was better off on her own, with the only person she could really trust.
"Not really. Just someone to keep watch, I suppose." As she spoke, a clap of thunder rang out from outside, making her practically jump out of her shoes. Both boys noticed the terrified expression on her face, and she tried desperately to regain her composure.
"Are you sure this place is safe?"
Megan nodded. "Yeah I-We've been staying here for a while now. Those guys haven't been able to get in yet, and it should stay like that." Another roar of thunder.
No one spoke for a few incredibly awkward moments until Dean broke the silence at last. "Does this place have any food, cause I'm starving. I could really use some pie right about now."
Megan couldn't help the grin that made its way to her face. "Yeah… Let me check if there's any."
4- Home Sweet Home
Thunder crashed dangerously outside the small liquor store. If she had still been alone, Megan would most certainly have been curled up in a corner, trying to pretend she was still at home. Still safe. Luckily, she wasn't alone, not for now anyway.
She had the Winchester boys with her, now, and they were such boys. They bantered playfully with each other, and Dean kept winking at her lustfully while Sam rolled his eyes. Megan couldn't help but giggle as they reminded her of her older brother, Sean, who would never leave her alone and flirted with her friends. But that was a long time ago, and seeing the brothers brought back those memories as if they happened yesterday.
"Hello? Megan?" Dean's voice seemed to come out of nowhere. He sat beside her, leaning on an empty shelf, while Sam sat in front of them. Suddenly she remembered that they had been talking about…something… before she had let her mind wander.
"Yes? Sorry…I was thinking…" Megan apologized, feeling embarrassed.
Dean didn't seem to care. "That's cool. I was just asking you what you did, before…all this."
Megan shrugged. "Not much. I worked at a bookstore part time, lived alone…" She laughed humorlessly to herself. "I guess I was a bit of a loner, really. Back then I would call it "being independent," but now I see I was just being anti-social."
She felt like an idiot, telling these strangers all about her past self, but for some reason, it just seemed so easy with them. Both of them nodded, and Dean took a sip of his beer. "What about you two? What were you like before this?"
They were both visibly uncomfortable with the question, but Sam answered quickly. "We traveled a lot. I, uh, took a break from college and we went on a cross-country road trip." Sam and Dean's eyes connected for a moment before he continued. "But now we're all stuck here, huh? So I guess it doesn't really matter."
They chatted on an off for a few hours until she fell asleep. It was weird being able to sleep, knowing that someone was watching her back. Megan drifted off to sleep listening to the sound of their voices not far away, talking about beer and cars and someone named Bobby.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but when Megan awoke both the boys were awake, too. She opened my eyes drowsily and allowed her vision to clear. They were sitting farther away from her than earlier, and closer to the door. They were also closer together and talking softly, presumably so that they wouldn't wake Her. Or so I couldn't hear their conversation… She thought.
She strained her ears to hear what they were saying, but she didn't understand any of it. "So, what? Monsters can turn into these weird-ass zombie things too?"
"I don't know, Dean! Maybe. We don't know what they're up to anymore. There isn't exactly a police department and a newspaper up and running to let us know when something weird is going on. They could still be out there killing, or they could be dead, and we wouldn't know."
Monsters? Killing? What are these lunatics talking about? Megan began to rethink letting them stay with her. They were obviously messed-up in the head.
"And what about the demon? You really think he's just taking a holiday during all this? I mean, you haven't had a single vision since this all went down…"
Oh great… demons and visions, too? She started to wonder whether or not to let them know she was awake, when she heard something behind her.
She turned to see they back door of the store, which had a shelf moved in front of it to block it. Behind it, through the glass, she thought she say something moving. "Uh, guys…"
Suddenly, a rotte
n, bloody hand smashed through the glass panel, followed by many more. There were several zombies waiting outside the door, and their combined force was starting to push the door open. Megan screamed.
Panicked and frozen in place, she watched in horror as the door was pushed open, and the walking dead began pouring in to her once safe-haven. "Shit!" Behind her, Dean swore and pushed himself off the floor, stumbling a little in a drunken haze. He ran forward and grabbed Megan's waist, pulling her away from sure death.
Sam picked up the shotgun that was lying beside him, and started shooting at them as fast as he could-always aiming for the head. He shot a few down, but they had gathered a force to be reckoned with, and there were too many for him to clear out.
Dean, with Megan in one arm and his Taurus in the other, was also shooting at them, but they both knew it was hopeless. "We gotta get out of here!" Sam nodded in agreement and shoved the shelf guarding the front door out of the way.
Finally coming to her senses, Megan pushed her way out of Dean's grasp. She bent over and grabbed one of the guns the boys had brought that was now lying on the floor, and held it up for protection. "Come on, we're leaving." Dean grabbed her arm to lead her out. Megan nodded and followed Sam out into the street.
Dean slammed the door shut behind them, but there was nothing out her to bar the door, so the living dead were bound to come after them. "We gotta get far away from here, man," Dean prompted as he ushered Sam and Megan down the street.
Sam shook his head. "Yeah, I know, but we can't go that far on foot. You're still limping, Dean!" Then he moved his gaze to Megan. "Is there anywhere safe close-by that you know about?"
"If I did, I would have gone there instead of hiding out in that store."
As she spoke, they heard the growling behind them as the zombies made their way out to the otherwise deserted street. "Just RUN!" Dean turned and shot a few rounds into the crowd of the dead. "We just gotta outrun this group, and we'll figure it out from there."