Thirteen and Counting
Pairings: Regulus Black x Petunia Evans | Sirius Black x Lily Evans
Chapter One/? - Petunia’s POV
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It all started on October thirteenth. It was the end of the world. Thirteen used to be her lucky number, until it only brought her destruction.
Too many tragedies unfolded involving the number thirteen for Petunia to still consider it lucky. Her parents died thirteen years ago when she was just a girl and left her feeling lost. Her relationship with her sister was forever tainted by the time she was thirteen years old over an argument that would always loom over her in her dreams, and now it was the number that represented the downfall of the human race.
Thirteen minutes. That’s how long it took for you to turn once you were bit by someone you used to consider your neighbor, your friend, your family. That’s what she saw on the news, anyway. It was apparently like clockwork.
No scientist in the world could figure out how this virus came about, but it spread like wildfire.
Petunia was angry, but that wasn’t anything new. She was always angry with the world. She had been for years, but she was now especially angry with herself.
As she watched the world burn on the news and other humans ripping into each other’s flesh, all she could think about was saving her sister. After all this time, that never changed. Maybe she was still hoping the number thirteen held some kind of magic.
And as she now ran through the streets with a shovel in her hand to get to her car, she counted the cracks on the side walk as she cracked former neighbor’s skulls. The only way to save yourself from one of the infected was to kill their brain, to smash it into nothing. All of their memories would no longer be recognizable; their existence would be lost. All they would be remembered for was their last moments, and Petunia didn’t think that was fair. They would only be remembered as monsters.
The first person Petunia had to kill was her seventy-six year old neighbor Lucy. She became infected in her sleep, and she wasn’t even bit. Petunia was hardly spared as tears clouded her eyes and as she gasped a prayer. She cut herself on the kitchen knife she used to put Lucy down.
She had to give herself thirteen stitches.
Petunia thought it was a sick joke, or maybe it was a sign. Whatever it was, it made her stomach churn.
As she made it to her car, she wiped off her shovel on her old ripped Levi jeans and concluded that she stepped on thirteen cracks and officially killed thirteen of the infected.
She hoped Lily would still be at her flat so they could run, but at the same time, Petunia hoped that Lily wouldn’t have to see a world like this any longer. The only problem was that this contradicted her feelings about hoping Lily would have to deal with the chaos she always felt internally. It was a never ending battle of push and pull.
It took thirteen minutes to get to Lily’s flat, and she was still alive.