"Yeah?" she answered the phone in a boring voice.

"Hey! Where are you?"

"It's the Longhorns vs Wranglers mum!" she said with disbelief. "I'm heading to the match. Dad knows."

"Right, right, I forgot." her mum replied. "So…how was your day?" she voiced happily.

"Mum the match is about to start. What do you want?"

"Just checking up on my daughter. I haven't seen you all day!"

"Yeah…you'll see me tonight." she expressed boringly.

"I'm too tired, you'll probably find me dead sleeping on the couch!"

"Ok, tomorrow then!" she really did not want to talk.

"Alright, alright, just one thing. On your way back, buy antifever pills, your dad feels sick. He must have caught something in the office, he came exhausted and fell into bed still with his-"

"Okay mum okay, got it. Antifever pills."

"Huh…alright. You be careful on your way back, it's a long way from the city." she said with a worried voice.

"I know I…"she restraint herself. "I will. Night mum."

"Huh!"

Thank god! Peace she thought. She continued through the field where she parked her car, a bit further from the stadium. It was a nice warm night. The huge stadium being on the edge of the city, seemed beautiful with the starry sky as a background. The sound from the cheers was getting louder.

...

"That was out! That was…damn!" some man next to her was shouting. "You saw that right?" he turned to her and asked.

"Ah…" she began. She did not know him. "Yeah…"

"Dammit…now what the hell?" he said in exasperation and surprise.

She looked to where he was looking. A bunch of people were fighting in the far away stands.

"People are ready to turn on each other for their teams" the man said.

"And ruin the match. Huh…" she exclaimed.

"I know how these things go" he expressed sitting down, feeling his legs.

She did not want to sit down. She turned and headed through the exit. Down the stairs and there it was. Soda machine.

So thirsty. She put money in it and got a soda.

"Might as well head in there too!" she said a bit sarcastically and entered the ladies bathroom. She put the soda on the sink and turned it to wash her hands. Then she saw something from the window.

"Military?"

Why would the military come to a match? she thought. With masks? It can't be because of the fight. That's not their job.

Noises in the corridors. She opened the door a bit and saw the military jogging through it.

"No one leaves." a soldier was saying in a quiet voice to another one.

"Shit!" she said a bit scared. She closed the door entirely. What's going on? she thought. They aren't letting us leave? She immediately felt like she did not want to stay here any longer. If there was some sort of trouble, she wouldn't be a part of it. They didn't see her, she could find a way to leave. But maybe she should find out what was going on? Yeah as if the military likes to share information. She was thinking about this…

"Damn…I'm getting out of here" she decided seriously. I want nothing to do with this she thought. The bathroom window! Yeah great idea, fall to my death!

Then she heard a conversation from the corridors.

"Sir I need you to head back in. There's a…situation here" a soldier was bossing a man around.

What was going on? They military wasn't telling them that they would not let them leave.

"Oh fuck it." She looked out of the window. There was a way down. She exhaled and climbed through the window, holding onto the upper ledge with her feet on a lower ledge. Carefully she walked on it until she reached a good spot to jump from. Two meter drop, onto a small roof of the lower level. I can do this she thought.

"Hey you!" A soldier saw her through the window. "Stop!"

She exchanged a look with him and then looked down, jumping. There was another roof. Another drop. Thank god for complicated building designs. She jumped not even hesitating.

"One more" she breathed. She jumped on the ground. That's it. She was out. But that soldier saw her. No time to linger she thought. They're gonna come after me.

She began jogging to the field she parked her car.

"Hey! There's a girl over there!" a soldier shouted from afar. She looked back. A short glimpse showed her the military was in the parking lot, the entrances, in the stadium-everywhere. And they were gonna come after her too.

"Stop right there!"

Now she got really scared. I didn't do anything she thought and started running. She was fast and out of reach. She could easily outrun them…that's if they didn't start shooting.

She reached the field. She knew someone was after her but no time to turn around. She found her car, jumped into it and floored it, heading home.

"Shit…shit" she said in disbelief and fear.

Why did I do that? Am I in trouble? she thought. She needed to go home, tell her dad and mum.

Dad! she thought

"Damn, the medicine!"

There was a small town up ahead she could buy some.

Usually these roads at night aren't occupant. Roads heading out of the city to the outskirts and small towns, are used mostly by people who live out there. But tonight there were a lot of cars. A police car passed her and she heard the sound of an ambulance somewhere nearby.

"What the fuck is going on tonight?" she said a bit scared and a bit angry.

She turned her car into the town she was headed to, and she immediately regretted it. People running in the streets, screams were heard from every direction, cars getting destroyed and there was fire in some of the buildings-panic everywhere.

"Ah!" she screamed.

Someone was pounding at her car window. Someone…ill.

"Stop!" she shouted. "I-"

Another one, looking similarly ill, appeared in the other window. She floored it. Fear was rushing through her, but she controlled it, she could get out of here, she was in a car-

BAM! A car coming from the right hit hers forcing her to turn the wheel into an entrance of an apartment building.

She felt dizzy…and hurt. Her chest hurt from the belt. She breathed fast and hard. She pulled the seat belt off. The car, crashed through the building, blocking the exit. Her door opened to the stairs that led up.

THUMP! Another…ill person was pounding the window's car from the other side. She got out, trembling, not thinking. She needed to go home, but how? They could not reach her at least. They...whoever they are…

She decided to head upstairs it was the only option. Tenants were running in the first floor corridor. There was someone attacking a man outside his room and someone else that looked like he was running towards-

"Shit!" she screamed.

She got into the first apartment door she saw and closed the door right before that…person started hitting the door. She turned around and got out into the porch. She started climbing through every apartment porch heading…somewhere. How was she going home?

She was about to climb to the last porch when one of those crazy men saw her and ran at her. Without thinking she grabbed the broom and hit him with it. It did nothing to him, just staggered him back. She used those precious milliseconds to jump into the next porch, went through the last apartment and into the corridor again. She ran to the 'only for emergencies' exit door, opened it and ran down the stairs to the street. If it was bad in the apartment, it was worse out here.

"Oh my god, oh my…" she sobbed frightened. It was awful, people were attacking people, everybody just…running. She hurried behind a building and started running behind it through the backyards. There was less commotion meaning less danger. She ran a lot but at some point she reached a dead end. Without a choice, she got into the door of the building in front of her. It was the backroom of a store. There was no one inside. She ducked down, stayed for a few seconds like that, catching her breath. She felt like the world was swirling.

I need to keep going, I need to go home she thought.

She got up and carefully walked through the store. The clerk was dead. His face was…chewed.

She felt disgusted as fear run through her spine. She looked at his hand-he had a gun! She went behind the counter where he was and reached for it.

What am I doing? she thought.

Then a sudden noise came from one of the store's corridors. It was one of those, crazy running men. She turned to the exit of the store right when another two were coming through it. She was trapped behind the counter with three of them coming at her from both sides.

She raised the gun and shot the one from the corridor. He fell down. The other two were right behind her. She ran over to the corridor where the dead one came through and turned around while hitting the wall with her back. She shot the gun twice killing another one of them. But the other one jumped at her.

"Aahh!"

She struggled holding him at arm's length while he was trying to bite her face off. With the gun still in her hand, she pointed it to his head and shot.

Blood splattered her face and she fell down her ears ringing. She couldn't hear a thing and the world seemed to melt around her.

She was panicked, shocked and scared.

I killed them she thought. I killed…

But she didn't feel sorry, she didn't care. She was just shocked. They attacked me… Her insides felt like crying but she controlled her emotions. The screaming and shouts from outside kept her grounded in reality. She got up, staggering, placing both hands on the stand of some products. She looked up and turned around, ready to go. She walked through the corridor to the counter. She started searching beneath the counter for maybe more bullets but there were none.

"Huh..." she said in exhaustion and disappointment.

She looked up. There was medicine on the stand behind the counter. She saw some antifever pills and grabbed them without thinking, putting them into her hoody's pocket.

She peeked out of the store's door, on her left was chaos. On the right an empty road at the far end, leading away from this chaos. If she could find a sign it should be easy going back home. I hope she thought.

She stayed for a second thinking. Then she stopped thinking.

She got out and ran towards that empty road. People around her crying and screaming, some getting attacked. Some running for their lives just like her. There weren't as many on this end of the street though. She reached the road, luckily, and continued running into the dark.

After a bit she found a sign. She wasn't that far. Just a few miles to go. She looked around. There were a couple of abandoned cars on the road a bit back from where she came from.

It wouldn't hurt, if I borrowed one…right? In all of this…

She ran back and got into one of them. She looked through the rearview mirror ready to back up and saw a baby car seat. She froze. She bowed her head thinking this was someone's car, and they had a…and they're probably…this was getting really painful, so fast…

Exhaling she backed up and drove towards home.

Nothing stopped her on the way, no screaming, no running, only a few cars could be heard from afar. Outside of the town and outside of the city it was always more quite.

She finally reached her neighborhood. It was exceptionally quiet. And dark. The lights were off. Electricity was cut off. An awful feeling sank into her. She didn't think of this before, she didn't believe she would find anything bad out here…thought here was safe…

She stopped the car outside her house and opened the door. She was glued to the seat but she wanted to move. She got up, her feet numb and walked to her home's entrance door.

She knew though. The whole place was too quiet. She was sweating from fear, her heart beating like drums inside of her. She hoped for the least-that they got out. They had to.

She opened the door. The house was in a mess. There was blood. At the kitchen at the far right end. There was…blood.

She couldn't think. She walked to it mindlessly.

And then she fell down. One hand holding onto the kitchen's counter the other reaching her-

"Mum" she whispered. "Mum…"

Her mum was...She touched her face, turning it towards her and choked. It was bitten. She felt like throwing up, she couldn't look at her. She looked up, away from her mother's body. Her hands grabbed her t-shirt holding onto it like dear life.

"Mum…mum..." she was growling." Please…"

She sat there crying, choking on her very own breath, holding onto her mother's lifeless body. She leaned onto the wall with her back, her eyes looking ahead, blindly. She didn't know how long she sat there. Could have been seconds, or hours. She regained some focus and saw blood trails in the house leading outside the door to the backyard. There was fear and there was finding out who was…if it was coming from inside the house then…

She felt empty. Like a lifeless shell she followed it, through the backyard of her house to the backyard of the neighbor's house. There was no more blood. But ahead was a broken glass door…with blood on it. She was hesitant, but she stepped through it. There was a desk on the right with a computer and on the left-

"Aagh" she exclaimed in pain.

It was her…

"Dad" she breathed.

"Dad, no…no dad?" she fell on her knees and looked at her father. He looked sick. Like those people on the roads. She felt a bit afraid that he might…but then she saw the gunshot wound. He was shot.

"Dad…no please, not you-"

"Dad!" she screamed in anger and pain and started crying…

It was a long time before she realized-

"Liz!" she whispered.

She stood up, nearly falling down and ran back to her house.

She was breathing heavily. "Liz?" she shouted. There was no one downstairs.

"LIZ? Please, god please-" she said running upstairs to her sister's room.

"Ugh!" she opened the door. There was no one.

"LIZ?" she screamed. She ran to the other doors, rushing through them, but nothing. Her sister was nowhere to be found. She ran back into her room.

No blood she thought. Maybe…maybe she…

She backed up into the radiator, and slid down. It was quiet. She could only hear insects buzzing from the window behind her. She wasn't thinking. She just cried silently, her tears falling down and then more of them and more, until she started shaking, her face into her hands, crying like she never cried before.

It was only a few minutes until she heard a loud explosion from far far away. She stood up, almost immediately and mindlessly as if it was something important, clutching the window and the radiator, she looked outside. The window looked towards the city. A beautiful, in other circumstances, scenery. The loud noise must have been a bomb. It came from…the stadium. There was smoke, there was fire and then another explosion.

She stood there looking hopelessly, not believing that this view once beautiful, peaceful and calming, has now become a lost moment of the past.