Break the World

Jasmine has always had responsibility on her shoulder. Growing up with five younger brothers, and two mentally unstable parents, she had to help her brothers through the tough times. Now, she only had one left - Dylan. Jasmine tapped the baseball bat against her leg lightly, looking over the horizon from the smashed window of the abandoned house. This all could of been avoided. The outbreak of this virus killed the world, and only herself, her brother and her federal best friend Kaycie were left. If the government didn't have their heads so far up their ass they would of known it to be common sense to warm the people.

Dylan was sleeping beside her, curled up into a ball, shivering against the cold November wind. Jasmine took her jacket off, and placed it around her younger brother's shoulders.

Stroking his blonde hair, she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a creak of the floorboards. She instantly stood up, raising her bat. Looking briefly into the next room, Kaycie was sleeping peacefully... So it must of been a zombie. Quickly moving behind the door, she frowned upon hearing two male voices. Survivors? No, nobody else was alive, but... As far as Jasmine knew, zombies couldn't speak English.

When the figure of two men walked into the room, she closed the door and pointed her baseball bat towards them, which was customized with sharp nails sticking out from the bat. Clearing her throat, she narrowed her eyes.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't smash both your heads in."

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Jimmy was tired and hungry. Being on the run from these creatures after their so called 'safehouse' was invaded, they had no weapons and no food, plus no medical kits to stitch up their wounds. Seeing a house, the first one for miles, him and Matt just hoped there was a small piece of bread or even some pain killers or medicine.

Of course, once they walked up the stairs and into the upper floor, Jimmy was shocked hearing a voice. But, zombie's can't talk! Turning around in a flash, he blinked at the woman. She seemed familiar, but that was the least of his concerns, as she was raising a lethal weapon dangerously close to their faces.

"W-Woah! Lower the baseball bat!" Jimmy said with his hands up, a nervous smile across his lips. "P-Please, we just need some food and some shelter! We've been running since this outbreak, without any rest! Please..."

Now he could tell where the woman was from. The FBI patch attached to the remains of her denim jacket said it all. This must of been officer Fleet, the one looking for Jimmy and his gang since they started.

When the woman lowered the bat, she shook her head slightly. "Heart beating?" She asked, hands on her hips, as Jimmy knew she was searching for signs of being infected.

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Kaycie had only been asleep for about thirty minutes when she was woken by the sound of voices shouting in the other room. She sat up with a groan. She'd spent a short amount of time in the army before she was recruited into the FBI so she slept lightly, which was both a blessing and a curse.

She listened closely to the voices. One was obviously Jasmine, but the others sounded male. And human. Which, as far as she knew, meant they had to be survivors. She had yet to encounter a zombie that could communicate coherently. So who the hell was she talking to? Neither of the unfamiliar voices sounded like Dylan and Kaycie was confused.

Kaycie crept out of her bed, reached beneath it for the gun she kept there. When she glanced around the door frame into the living room, she saw Jasmine and two unfamiliar men, who looked pretty worse for the wear. If this were an everyday situations, Kaycie wouldn't see them as a threat. But this wasn't normal and everyone had to be treated as an enemy.

"Need some help, Jasmine?" she asked, walking into the room with her gun clearly visible in her hand. She glanced over at her friend. "Or do you have things under control?"

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"Goddamn right my heart is beating," Matt replied. He eyed the woman's bat warily. He wouldn't be so worried if the damn thing didn't have nails sticking out of it. He already had enough open wounds to deal with, he didn't need more.

Matt wanted to reach for his gun - and his hand was inching in that direction - but then another woman walked into the room, with a gun in her hand. Matt resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Why couldn't this place actually have been abandoned? "We don't wanna hurt you," Matt said, mirroring Jimmy's earlier statement. "We just need a place to rest and some food to eat. We're tired and hungry."

"So are we, but you don't see us breaking into other peoples' houses," the second woman hissed.

"It's abandoned, it doesn't belong to anybody!" Matt shouted. He glared at the two women. They looked familiar, but Matt couldn't quite place their faces.