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It was a cool summer day, the warmth from the sun rays beaming down on a lone neighborhood. The deserted street sprung to life as its residents came from their homes. Young or old they enjoyed the beautiful day; children running out to play in the water spitting sprinklers, parents holding the hands of toddlers and the mailman busy walking down the sidewalk. Sliding peoples mail into their decorative mailboxes that lined the street.
On the porch of a small emerald and eggshell town house, a minuscule teen sat on a lime green lawn chair. His dark brunette locks swept to the right and spiked upon his brow. The brunette’s evergreen gaze was shadowed by a pair of cubic-lensed glasses, which stood out compared to the tan flesh and dark dapples that covered his cheeks and nose. He had an opaque shirt with a shamrock skull on it. Over that he had a darker emerald jacket that rolled up to the elbow. He also had a pair of beige khaki shorts with his tradition obsidian lace-up boots.
Next to him in a blood orange lawn chair sat a bulky, platinum blonde male with his hair spiked back. Covering his tangerine colored eyes a pair of ebony, spiked hipster glasses sat. This teen wore a midnight tank top, centered on his chest was a two-tone orange ball cap. Following tat he had a pair of dark azure pants. On his feet was a pair of powder colored converse, he also had a pair of soot and cloud colored gloves, that didn't have the finger areas..
Between them an old fashioned flint colored radio with crimson buttons sat. The static voice of a weather man, going over the forecast for the week rang around them. The lighter haired man pressed his palm to his head, moving it over his face in an annoyed motion. A deep sigh escaped his throat as the infuriating voice of the man spoke. He glanced to the darker skin toned man next to him, his shades hiding the hint of irritation his eyes gave off.
Speaking with a medium tone, mature young men’s voice the blonde spoke, “Jake, do you really need to play the news? There are like 19 other stations that have this thing called music that plays.”
The tan man glanced over at the other, a wide buck tooth grin appearing over his cheeks. He softly replied, his English accent thick, “Come on Dirk, you know that the news says relatively important things. Like the Traffic or any criminal busts.”
“Jake… this is the weather not the news.” Dirk responded, running a gloved palm through the strands of his hair, tilting his head back as he did.
Scowling, Jake answered in a low tone, “ It plays the news after the weather Dirk. Patience is a virtue.”
Dirk opened his mouth to make a remark, but had it covered by Jake's hand as the man on the radio transitioned over to the news. Instead of the happy woman’s voice they are used to hearing, a freaked and panicked voice came though. The static of the radio chopping up her words as she indirectly spoke to them.
“Bzzz… reports show a…zzzzzz… Disease is spreading through the main streets of Galvan....berg...zzz... A virus… Bzzt… is infecting the locals. People who have been affected were… in a home… Bzzzt…. They broke out and are roaming the streets…Biting the people of our town… Bzzt... Hurry before it’s too late.. There is a safe building…Bzzz...on the other end of the Island in…. zzzz… Oh Shit… Bzzt… There coming! Run…!” with that the radio broke out into a fit of static.
A silence dropped over the two teens, time seemed to just freeze. Jake stared blankly at the radio, his eyes wide and pupils dilating. His expression read pure terror and worry. As a hushed breeze whisked by the sounds of the busy neighborhood seemed to dissipate. The loud humming of the static radio was all that was heard between the two.
Dirk, breathing hitched in his throat, let out a soft huff of oxygen. His eyes flicking to look at Jake, This can’t be happening right... it just can’t be, he thought to himself. The platinum haired male dropped his face into his palms. What where they going to do, what could they do?
This was a day, no one expected to ever happen. It took them by surprise; this was the start of endless pain.
This was the start of an Apocalypse.