Jason Cubbard: A Fictional Narrative

Jason Cubbard breathed large puffs against the crisp October air. He sat on a large tree stump that was just on the edge of the forest that was behind his house. For the most part, Jason’s neighborhood was just normal suburbs, but just behind his street was a stretch of forest that went about two miles before hitting the city’s lake, Lake Keno. It was the early morning, and Jason was about to walk to his bus stop for school, but he had, for some reason, decided to walk to this tree stump, and sit for a while. He twirled a stick in the dirt, lost in thought. He thought about how Halloween was coming up and what might his older brother Casey prank him with this year. Casey would always find something to get under Jason’s skin. But now Jason looked down at his wristwatch, saw that it read 8:15 and knew he had
Jason helped him to his feet. He stood for a moment, but then stumbled back down, and Jason had to support him on his shoulder, “Guys,” their dad trembled, “I...I’m not going to make it.” Jason and Casey looked at each other, then back at their dad. “We’re here, Dad, we’ve got you.” Casey said. “No, you have to get out of here. This thing that's happening, it's serious.” His words were serious, but incredibly sad. “We aren’t leaving you! No matter what, Dad, we won’t!” Jason had started sobbing with these words. But just as he did, they heard the zombie that was at the back door come crashing in. More crashes followed, and it was clear that there was a horde of zombies coming through their house. “Go! Get out of here, go through the woods and get to safety. I’ll stall these zombies as long as I can. I love you boys.” And those were the last words Jason ever heard his father say. Jason and Casey crawled through the broken window and bolted towards the forest. They entered the darkness of the trees, and sprinted through the coverage. Their house and backyard turned into tiny dots, and then disappeared from their