Have you ever really thought about the future? People usually think of technology. Will there be robots? Would cars really fly or would it be hover boards? What will the phone look like years from now? Not many people think of the worst. I mean I'm sure some do, but I bet they thought technology would expand before the end of the world would happen.
I use to think that. I use to be one of those people who thought about robots attending us and bring us our food. I loved thinking about the future. I liked watching movies about it and cartoons. Like Cloudy with the Chance of Meatballs, Meet the Robinsons, and stuff like that. Okay, so mostly cartoons. I was a kid at heart.
I never really thought about the end of the world. I never really wanted to think about dying. I was always in the live in the moment state of mind. My spirit was always happy.
But now? Now I'm looking at this virus spreading. All I have is my brother and we're hanging on by a thread here.
No food, no clean water. We're in the woods panicking because we haven't ate in days and all I can do is watch him stress out. I couldn't help much because I was just as helpless as he was.
Patrick, my brother, is 21 and has always been the man of the house. My father died awhile ago when I was just six and he was nine. He died from a heart disease. My mother was very distraught when it happened. She hasn't been the same since. So Patrick stepped up and took care of my sister and I. I can only image how he feels in this moment, considering our sister and mother are now gone..
Three days ago I woke up to screaming. It was my mother's scream, I could just hear it in the voice. When I ran downstairs to find out why she was I wasn't expecting it to be as bad as it was. I thought maybe it was a bad dream, right? After all it was 4 in the morning. No. It was because my sister was being attacked by someone who entered the house. Attacked wasn't even the right word to use, more like murdered.
My brother ran downstairs and hit the intruder in the back of the head with a plate, and twisted his head so his neck would snap. But it was too late. I looked at my little sister laying there lifeless, with a knife in her head and her mouth ripped open. She had bites on her arm as if the bastard was eating her.
Her name was Windy. Yes, like the girl off Peter Pan. It was my mother's favorite movie after all. She was only 13 years young. I'd go on about her, but I don't think my heart can take it..
After she had been attacked my mother called 911, but for some reason we couldn't get through. This is when you'd usually shit your pants and call it a day huh? Your sister just died and you can't get through to 911? Oh hell no.
I wanted it to all be a nightmare right then and there, but what comes after this is much worse than a nightmare.
We all ran into my brothers truck hoping to get to the police station, but when we drove down the street, we saw awful things. People running around, screaming, cars smashed into telephone poles and other vehicles, and people laying around lifeless. What kind of people do this? Go on rampages and murder?
My brother started speeding down the street once he realized something wasn't right and my mother was crying her eyes out, sobbing. Forget the police right now, we needed out of our town. I continued to try to call 911, I didn't know why it was just instincts. We were almost out of the town until Patrick stopped the car. He couldn't go any further because all the roads were blocked by damaged cars and people walking towards us. When they got closer though, these 'people' didn't look right. It was as if all of them were on every type of drug. Pale skin, veins popping out, eyes bloodshot. It was so weird and that's when I immediately thought: Okay, this is so a dream. It has to be.
Yeah, I wish it was. But it wasn't.
Patrick tried backing up, but he couldn't considering we were literally surrounded by these.. things.
My mother was yelling and locking the doors over and over again. I grabbed onto her arm and couldn't see as much as I'd like to from all the tears in my eyes. "Patrick do something!" My mother yelled.
So he did. He slammed on the gas as hard as he could while the car was in reverse. All the people- were just going to call them creatures- flew on top of our car and into the road from how hard we hit them. That's when Patrick turned the car and we went onto the grass and around everything. It was all blur from there, but I do remember somehow ending up in the lake and mother not making it..
Patrick had to drag me out and I remember crying as he carried me into the woods.
That was a day I'll never forget.
Now we're here. We've been hiking for 3 days trying to get to the next town over. We didn't live in the city like everyone else so it would be a long hike. Patrick didn't talk much since that day. I knew it he probably couldn't. I couldn't either really.
It was cold and I was starving. I wouldn't doubt he is too. I didn't want to ask how we would get food. I'm sure he didn't know. The woods don't give us much to offer. I didn't want to make him upset anymore than he was either. I've just been keeping my distance. We didn't even discuss what happened yet. So instead of asking, maybe I could make it to where I was trying to make a plan. Yeah.. sounds good.
"Patrick?" He was sitting up against a tree, sharpening another stick he had found for protection. He had a lot of sticks just incase. Patrick looked up at me and then back down at what he was doing, letting me know he was listening. "I know we don't have much to eat, or anything really, but do you think we can try to make a plan so we can get something?"
It was quiet for awhile, I was beginning to think he was just going to ignore me, but then he spoke up. "Yeah, I've been thinking about that." He set his sticks down beside him and wiped his hands on his pants. "Tonight after we rest some, we can head down to the lake and follow it up. Well start walking down there for now on. We can catch some fish and try to eat it."
"But I thought you said we shouldn't trust the water?" Patrick told me yesterday that if this is because of a virus the water could be contaminated because of it. Plus there was people being dumped there, so it wasn't safe.
"I know what I said Selena." He sighed and then rubbed his temples. "But we have no choice right now. The most we can do is start a fire and burn out anything we can, then eat." He shrugged. "Now get some rest. I'll be the look out. I'll wake you up here in a few hours. Then we'll hunt."
Sleep was probably the best thing I could do for myself right now. It's been hard to sleep lately, I think I'm running on three hours of sleep at the most. After everything that happened in the last couple of days, it's hard, you know? But I need to try. Sleep is one way to survive anyways.