Death is only the Beginning (EDITING)

Before the Outbreak

"Oh yeah. Now I remember. He, you even tried to nab one of my cigarettes, something I thought you would never do in a million years," I said, a grin forming on my face as I lightly tap his shoulder with my fist.

"You did smack my hand away rather hard big brother. Then again if Karen had caught us, we'd be dead. But that was the last time it was just us two, even though we were outside for only ten minutes."

Just then the theme song for the sit com 'Friends' began playing from Mike's pocket. Retrieving his cellphone from his and seeing the caller ID says, "Speaking of," before turning his back to me and answering.

"Yes dear?" he answers, his tone sweeter than before where it was a tiny bit more sincere towards me.

Despite not being able to hear what Karen was saying over the phone, I knew her well enough to picture what exactly she was saying to him.

"Are you two done yet?" I picture her saying.

"Not exactly. Why?"

"Because it's been two hours and we are getting bored out here. Have either of you caught anything?" I picture her saying.

"Well not exactly. I almost did a few times, but they kept getting way," Mike says, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh huh. Well, call it a day Mike. We want to do other things besides watching you fail at fishing again," I picture her responding back.

"I'm not that bad fishing," He stammers before letting out a heavy sigh. "Alright. I'll be by the shore in five minutes," He finishes before hanging up and putting away the phone.

This time I was looking at him with a sly grin on my face.

"What?" He asks looking back for a second and noticing my grin before turning his back again to me.

"Oh nothing. Did she comment on your fishing skills again?" I ask, reeling in my fishing line and placing the fishing rod on the boat at the same time Mike did with his. 

"Pff no, I mean kinda? Just start the motor already!" He shouts as he puts his fishing rod on his boat.

"Aye aye Captain!" I shout grabbing the starting line of the boat motor. 

While looking up at the cloud free sky I noticed many tiny dots all across the sky kinda like stars but on the day sky rather than on the night sky. 

"Hey Mike, you seeing this?" I ask, pointing at those dots of light in the sky. 

He looks up and nods his head. "What do you think they are?" He asks.

Suddenly one of those dots of light became a flaming ball that hit the water with a loud splash, barely missing the boat and nearly hitting us. The splash was big, hitting us both with a spray of water and rocking the boat wildly. I held on tightly, but Mike wasn't so lucky and fell into the lake. 

When the shaking stopped seconds later, I rushed to where Mike was and looked over to where he fell. Bubbles were rising and seconds later he emerged, coughing a lot and reaching out to me. I helped him back in the boat where he sat down on the floor rather than the boat benches and began breathing deeply. 

"Are you okay?" I ask, reaching for the duffle bag Karen packed us. Inside were two plastic bags filled with chips and nuts, bottled water and most importantly: towels. I handed him one and he immediately wrapped himself in one and I noticed he shivered a little.

"I'm fine, just a little shaken up is all," he says while he was wrapping himself in that towel. 

"What was that?"