Zombie Falls (A Gravity Falls Fan Fic)

Where is Mabel?

My lungs sucked in air and let it out. It was just my sister. She must have fallen down from fright. But what could have given her a good scare like that?

"Are you alright?" I said. "I heard you scream."

But the girl never turned around or answered me. She was looking down at something. I decided to observe what she had found myself. I carefully and slowly trudged over, one soft footstep at a time. Finally, I saw it.

It was a body.

Mabel's eyes were full of tears and I could tell she was more frightened about the scene than I was. I kneeled down slowly next to the dead body. Whoever this person was, they were infected, alright.

I knew the body must have startled her, causing her to probably stumble over and make a bunch of noise. Ever since the outbreak hit, it seems Mabel was more afraid of being bitten than I was, considering I was able to get close to an infected, dead body. As for her, she kept her distance from the monster. Although, I couldn't blame her. This was a startling sight. I lifted my chin to look at her face. Her eyes were getting watery and her mouth began to quiver. To stop myself from doing the same, I quickly lowered my face away from her's.

"It's okay, Mabel." I reassured her, talking to the filthy tiles on the ground. "They're out of their misery now."

The body only seemed to be a few days old. Their skin was torn off, blotchy, and a slight green. Blood stained their body, especially on their head. It dripped down from a bullet hole that seemed to go right through their skull. The body wore ripped and torn clothes. On its shoulder, was a deep bite mark. I took a wild guess and assumed this person was a woman. Although, it was hard to say for sure. It stayed motionless on the ground.

I stood up, trying to stay calm. Though my body shook a little. I tried to swallow back the fear. My eyes moved to the right as they caught something glaring at me. Right by the woman's hand, was a small handheld gun. It was a Glock 19 gun and had an all-black covering. As I reached on the other side of the dead body for the gun, I kept my eyes on its open eyes as if it would come back to life and attack me. As I snatched the gun up, the woman did not make any sudden movements.

Finally turning my attention to the gun in my hand, I breathed heavily. The gun was heavy. When I held it, it made my hand feel like pressure was pulling it down a bit. I didn't dare lay any of my fingers on the trigger, worried it might go off if I accidentally moved a finger.

I got up and attempted to find a safe place to put it. I dropped my bag and placed it inside. Suddenly thinking otherwise, in a desperate situation, I might need to pull it out quicker. I didn't plan on shooting anyone at all, however, I could threaten someone with it. In my head, I couldn't help but imagine how crazy it was that I had to think like this. I have never needed to have a gun in my possession to keep myself away from trouble before. Things are different now. Now, it's crucial that a survivor needs a gun on them. You never know what could happen in this new, sick, twisted, cruel planet.

Taking out the Glock 19, I then pocketed it in my blue vest. When I raised my head, I found Mabel staring at me like I had just gone insane. I knew it disturbed her that I had just picked up a gun, but we didn't have a choice. I sighed and dropped my head, shaking it. Without saying a word, I passed by her, harshly brushing shoulders with one another. I could sense Mabel's shocked eyes on my turned back. Finally, her dragging footsteps followed behind.

At last, I pushed the doors open to the silent afternoon. I gazed upwards at all the neglected buildings, hoping to search for a place for my sister and I to stay. Right in my view, I could make out an old building. The sign, I could hardly make out. Making my way to see the building better, I ran down the street. At the same time, I dodged cars to get a closer look. With the sign in my eyesight, I read it. "Hotel Inn". It was a hotel! There must be many nice rooms and cozy beds there. Maybe we could find some more supplies, too. I kept my right hand up as protection from the sun's light.

"How do you feel about staying at a hotel?" I asked Mabel, though I already planned on heading there, anyway. Mabel did not answer.

Was she even listening?

I sighed and swiveled around to find out I had been talking to myself. Mabel wasn't there.

"Mabel?" I called out into the streets and sky above me. "Mabel, where are you?"