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2 weeks in
Phil, his wife Barbara, and their two sons Caleb and Riley lived in a small quiet town in southern texas. Their lives were changed forever whenever the outbreak began to spread.
Phil was in his late 30's, tall and a bit overweight. He also had an obvious drinking problem. One night he was in the living room, a beer in one hand and the television remote in the other watching some doctor on the news explain a virus that is spreading through america fast and could be very dangerous.
Barbara, a stressed out loving mother of two who married the wrong asshole, was a few years younger than Phil and could not stand her husband. She places a plate of chicken on the table and begins making everyone's plate.
"Phil! Dinner is done. Get in here so we can eat dinner together," Barbara yells from the kitchen.
Phil takes another swig from his beer before standing up and slowly strolling into the kitchen. "What are we havin'?" he said between belching.
Barb rolls her eyes "What's it look like?" she says as she places a plate in front of both Riley and Caleb. "Enjoy, boys." She adds to the two with a warm smile.
Barbara continued to make Phil a plate and one for her as well before she sat down across from Phil and began eating.
Riley and Caleb were two years apart. Riley was 14 and Caleb was 12. They both looked similar to each other despite Caleb wearing glasses and being a little smaller than Riley. Dirty blond haired healthy boys. They sat next to each other at the table and began eating as well, keeping quietly to themselves as if they just wanted to get it over with so they could get back to their video games.
As the family continued eating, Phil began talking. "I keep seein' more an more about that virus on tv. Sayin people are evacuating their homes and heading north an shit."
Barb takes a bite, chews her food then adds, "Well I've been telling you since last week that we might need to consider leaving. It looks serious Phil. I don't wanna put our boys in danger if we can avoid it."
Phil shakes his head. "I'm tellin' ya like I told ya when those tornados came through, we ain't gonna leave and spend all kind of money on traveling when it's probably just gonna blow right over us. For fucks sake, Barb, we're pretty much in the desert."
Barb puts her fork on her plate and looks at Phil with an annoyed look. "I know where we live at damnit! But over the past two weeks we sat here and watched on the news how this thing has been gettin worse and worse. I don't want to get Riley and Caleb hurt because you're too big of a dumbass to actually listen to the news!"
Phil looks back to Barbara angered. "I told you not to call me a dumbass infront of our boys. I'm their fucking father. They should respect me. How the fuck they gonna know that when you sit here and talk me down?"
Caleb looks up to his older brother and shakes his head. Riley looks back to him and sighs.
"Dad, maybe mom is right. They're sayin' peoples eating each other. We have no idea what this really is. All we get is that local news channel. There could be all kinds of stuff goin on that we don't know about," Riley adds trying to side with his mother.
Phil looks at his oldest son and then back to Barbara. "You see what the fuck I'm talking about?" Phil then looks back to Riley. "Shut the hell up, boy. Next time you think you got something to say, think about it real good so it don't sound stupid."
Riley rolls his eyes leaning back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.
Phil looks over to him. "You better eat, boy. I'm not gonna tell you again."
Riley sighs as he picks up his fork and begins poking at the food, taking a small bite here and there just so his dad won't snap on him.
"That's what I thought." Phill says to Riley. He then looks to Caleb. "You too. Eat up, son."
Caleb continues eating.
Barbara stands up with her plate and turns away from the table toward the sink, "I'm getting sick and tired of this shit," she said aloud to herself.
Phil glances over to her and raises a brow. "What the fuck you say?"
She turns towards him with balled fist. "I SAID IM SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR SHIT, YOU LOUSY SON OF A BITCH!"
Phill quickly pushes his chair back and stands up, "Boys go to your room."
Riley and Caleb look at each other and then back to their parents, not saying anything.
Phil looks back to the two boys and gestures to the hallway. "NOW!"
Caleb and Riley both stand up but only Caleb goes to the room.
Riley's fist balled up as he watched his dad walk up to his mother and snatch her up by her arms. "Leave her alone!" The brave boy yelled out .
Phil glances back to the boy, not releasing his hold on Barbara. "I said go to your room, Riley."
Riley with flattened brows keeps his eyes on his dad. "NO! I SAID LEAVE HER ALONE!"
Phill releases Barbara by pushing her across the kitchen on to the floor before heading over to Riley. "I told you boy." He snatches Riley up by his arm. Riley tries squirming and jerking free but is unsuccessful. Phil slaps Riley across the face, "You're!" Phill slaps him again, "Gonna!" slaps him again, "RESPECT ME!" Slaps him one more time sending him to the ground.
Riley's lip bleeding and his face swollen up from the strikes. The young boy tries to hold back tears but can't.
Barbara quickly scurries across the floor over to Riley to protect him. "You're a bastard, Phil!" she says sobbing.
Phil turns his back to the two and heads to the refridgerator to get another beer. "Shut you're lying ass up. If it wasn't for me your ass would be on the street selling your pussy to get by."
Barbara lets out a loud sob as she continues crying. Riley fills up with rage knowing he can't do anything to hurt his father.
Phil walks back over to the two with his beer in hand. "Now ya'll get up and finish eating. And you better stop crying, boy." Pointing to Riley. "You're not gonna turn out to be a pussy."
Barbara looks up to Phil and spits in his face. "Fuck you, you fat piece of shit!" Phil instantly slaps her with the beer can, knocking her out cold and sending beer everywhere.
Riley instantly hovers over his mother to check on her. He then looks up to his father. "You asshole!" he screams before jumping up and swinging at the big man with all the strength he had in him. Phil easily pushes Riley off of him. "You hear that?" Riley quickly got back to his feet and began going at his dad again. Phil slaps him across the face knocking him back to the ground. "I said shut the fuck up. Someone's outside." Riley hit the floor and began rubbing his face where he was struck. Then the noise could be heard.
It sounded like an odd knocking noise. It started at one wall and slowly made it's way to the front door. Phil looked back down to Riley with a stern finger, "You stay right fucking there." Phil heads to the door ranting, "Who in their right god damn mind is coming up here this late." As he reaches the door, he places his hand on the knob and quickly swings it open. "Who the fuck are you?" Suddenly Phil comes stumbling back trying to keep a bloodied man from biting at his face.
The man at the door was infected and was desperately trying to get a bite of Phil. Phil throws the infected off of him, "Holy fuck it's one of them!"
Riley rushes to grab his unconscious mother's arms and drag her down the hallway to Caleb's room.
The infected man bounces off the wall only to head towards Phil again.
Riley finally makes it into Caleb's room with his mother. Caleb shocked runs to the door and glances down the hallway. "What's going on out there?" Caleb asks Riley
Riley jerks Caleb back in and slams the door shut. "It's one of those things. Dad is fighting it."
Caleb instantly begins freaking out and tearing up, "What do we do? What do we do?"
Riley locks the door and looks back to Caleb. "We stay in here. We can't leave mom."
Caleb now panicking, "What about dad?"
Riley glances to the door and then back to Caleb with a stern look . . . . TO BE CONTINUED.