World of Anarchy/Chapter 3

This is Chapter Three of World of Anarchy entitled: Adventures In Babysitting.

Chapter Three - Adventures In Babysitting
David was shaking under his bed uncontrolably. His breathing was loud and uneven. He just wanted to go find his mom and his brother, but fear had paralyzed him.

A loud bang and a thump made him freeze. He cocked his head so he could listen better. Another bang, this time closer, and another thump caught his attention. Tears streamed down face as he realized what the what the noise was. As he was crying he began to hear footsteps. They were getting louder and closer by the second. David looked up and saw someones shadow from under the crack of his door. David held his breath as his door slowly opend.

"David wake up! The car!" Teresa screamed.

He slowly opend his eyes and saw that they were upside down. He forced his brain to try and remember what had happend.

"That...truck hit us." He thought.

"David! Come on, we to get out of here now!" She yelled.

He turned his head to look in front of him and realized why she was freaking out. The hood of his car had flames spewing out of it.

"Oh fuck." He thought as he began to fumble with his seat belt.

His seat belt gave way after messing with it for a few minutes and dropped him to the ground. His head slammed hard against the roof of his car causing him to see stars for a second.

"David?!"

"Oww," He said as he grabbed the crown of his head."I'm fine, just hold on."

He crawled over to her and helped with her seat belt. Her sealt belt gave way too, but David caught her before she hit the ground.

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me yet." He said as he began to kick out the passengers window.

After five kicks the glass shattered making an opening for them to escape. Teresa crawled out first and helped David out. As he stood he looked around at the madness that was happing all around them.

The military were careless as they fired into the croweds of undead and people. One guy a little ahead of them got shot in the knee by a stray bullet and fell to the pavement. A infected spotted him before he had a chance to get up.

"No, no, no, no, please! Someone help!" The man screamed as the infected came down upon him.

The zombie bit down on the man's juggular as the guy tried to crawl away. His screams were drowned out by the other peoples screams.

David's mind began to race trying to think of a way out of there. He looked to his left and saw an empty diner resturant.

"Looks safer than out here." He thought.

"Quick, let's hide in there." He said pointing to the diner.

They ran to the store, crouching to avoid the gunfire. Teresa entered first, then David. He slammed the door behined them as soon as he was inside. He turned and scanned the room with his eyes.

The diner was a local resturant that he recognized but had never been to. It was almost completely dark and gave David the feeling that anything could pop out at any moment.

"Mom?"

David and Teresa turned to the shadowy corner where the voice came from, and saw a small boy standing there. The boy couldn't have been more than ten years old. When the boy saw them he slumped back farther into the corner. Teresa slowly began to walk over to him.

"Hey, it's okay. We're not gonna hurt you."

"Are you one of those monsters outside?"

"No, we're aren't one of them. My name is Teresa and that's David, what's yours?"

The boy hesitated for moment before he answered.

"I'm Chris."

"Where are your parents at?" David asked.

"M-my mom went outside to look for my dad, and told me to stay here and wait for them. She said she'd be back really fast."

"How long ago was that?"

Chris looked down at a Scooby-Doo watch on his wrist.

"Thirty-seven minutes ago."

David and Teresa looked at each other, then back at Chris.

"I think you should stay with us until your parents come back." Teresa said.

Teresa turned to David with an expression that seemed to say "What are we gonna do?". David reacged for his phone, but found nothing in his pocket. Panic swept over him as he checked his other pockets.

"Oh no..." He said under his breath.

He turned and looked out the window.

"What is it?" Teresa asked.

"My phone...it must of fell out my pocket when that fucking truck hit us."

"Alright, well, how are we going to find Jim and Jackie now?"

David kept his eyes glued on what was happing outside. More undead had piled out on the streets since they had left. There was no way he was going to reach his car without getting bit first. He looked back at Teresa and Chris, then back outside.

"It's way to dangerous outside. We can't stay here any longer." He thought.

"I'm sorry Jim." He whispered under his breath.

"What?"

"We're not ." He responded.

"What do you mean we're not?! We can't just leave your brother and his girlfriend somewhere out there -- out in that mess."

"Okay first off, me and Jim are adoptive brothers. Second, do you think that I want to? It's killing me that we have to, but it's getting pretty bad out there. I'm not gonna be able to fight off all those zombies and get my phone. We have to think about us right now. We have to."

Tersa was taken back.

"Well...that was the longest I've ever heard you speak, but what do we do? You said it's getting bad out there."

David's eyes had adjusted to dark and he could see a back exit.

"We sneak out of town. Through the back alleys."

"Hey! What about my mom and dad?" Chris interupted.

"I'm, uh, sure they'll find us if they're alright."

David led them to the back exit and stopped at the door. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a toolbox on the counter to his left. He walked over to it and dumped it's contents on the counter. A screwdriver, wrentch, and a hatchet fell out. He grabed the hatchet and walked back to Teresa and Chris.

"You guys ready?"

They nodded, and Teresa grabed Chris hand.

"Alright...stick close okay?"

David reached is hand out and pushed the door open. The back alley was empty. Gunfire could still be heard, but alot less of it. David quickly looked around and saw the two paths he could take. One to the left and one to the right.

"Alright...let's, uh, go this way." He said pointing to the left.

They walked down the alley, straing their hears for any sound that might cause them problems.The sky above them was lit because of the fires around the city. They turned the next cornner to find another empty alley.

"Well...so far so good." Teresa said.

"Yeah. Let's hope it stays that way."

They continued down the path until it turned into a four way intersecting path. A group of what looked like high school students zoomed past them from the right, and continued running down the left.

"What the..." He said as he watched them pass.

"David, zombies heading this way!" Teresa said directing his attention to the path on the right.

A group of about fifteen zombies were heading their way.

"Quick! Hide!" He whispered to them.

They quickly ran a few steps ahead and ducked behined a dumpster.

They watched as the infected continued down the path, not noticing them.

"Thank God." Teresa exhailed.

"Were all those people monsters?" Chris asked.

"Yeah they were--"

A hand appeared on David's shoulder causing him to stop talking. He turned to see a woman standing behined him. She looked to be in her late thirties to early forties and looked completely normal except for a bite wound on her neck. And her blood red eyes.

The second David realized that she was a zombie, she was already on top of him. They rolled out into the streets, David keeping her face away from his body. No matter how hard David tried to push her off, she kept on attacking. He grabed his hatchet tight in his right hand and held her back with his left. His hand slipped for a brief second allowing the woman to take a chunk out of his the shirt on his shoulder.

"Fuck." He thought.

His adrenaline began to kick in giving him enough strength to kick her off. He quickly got up and watched as she stood too. He raised his hatchet back and brought it down on her head before it had a chance to lung.

"Are you guys alright?"

"We should be the ones to ask you that," Teresa said standing up with Chris"I mean you're the one that fought it."

Teresa walked over and huged him. As she pulled away, she noticed that his shirt was torn on his shoulder.

"Oh my God--did she bite you?!" She said as she examined it.

"No--thank God. You know, I'm starting to get tired of killing these things already. Man its exhuasting."

David turned to look at Chris and noticed he was staring at the undead's body.

"It's okay Chris. It's dead."

Chris ignored him and walked over to the body. He sat down beside it. Tears began to roll down his cheeks.

"Chris?" Teresa asked.

Chris began to brake down crying.

"Mom..."

Credits

 * David Andrews
 * Teresa
 * Chris
 * Chris' mom
 * Jim (Mentioned)
 * Jackie (Mentioned)
 * Unnamed man

Deaths

 * Chris' mom

Trivia

 * Firat appearence of Chris.