February 21st
They come crawling in like a bad smell. I get out the gun I got for my thirteenth birthday last year and load it up with bullets. Dad is firing bullets at those dead, lifeless creatures, and spongy limbs hit the walls in a wild frenzy. I throw knives through their zombie heads but I just make a slot.
Soon enough, they're in a dead heap on the floor, when a little boy with blonde hair and brown eyes slowly walks in. I run to him, and get down on my haunches.
"Hey there," I say gently. I see him shivering slightly.
"Are you cold?" I ask. I beckon to Dad for a blanket. The little boy nods.
"Well, your heart must be thumping, running about in this weather," I say cheerfully.
Dad brings over the blanket and begins to fully cover the boy's shoulders, which he does in a minute. But when he is just about to tie the blanket across the kid's chest, his hand hits somewhere near the kid's heart. I expect him to hear the heart thumping crazy, but there is no sound but silence.
Dad suddenly pulls up his blonde bangs. There are dark purple veins on his small white forehead. He attempts to check the child's eyes, but it's so dark you can barely see.
"Flashlight!" He snaps at me. I pick one up from the counter and throw it at him. He easily catches it and flashes it in the little kid's eyes. The kid doesn't squint or close his eyes. He's still staring down at his feet. It's clear this kid is turning into a zombie.
Dad gets out his gun and attempts to shoot, but he's out of bullets and the battered gun is a write-off, so he looks at me, gun on the counter.
"Come on Julie."
"No. I- I can't shoot a kid."
"He's not a kid. He's not human. He's one of them now. We have to destroy them before they destroy us."
With shaking hands, I pick up the gun, and direct it at the boy's head.
And with a bang, he falls to the ground. I let the gun slide out of my hand and I burst into tears.
"Jesus, Julie, if you cried about everyone you killed-"
"Dad, that was my brother."