Everyone thought the world would end by zombies, right? Well, it kind of did. Does a plague count?
At the time, Darwin and I were thirteen and fifteen, respectively.
I had a part time job, so I bought us two airsoft guns and a gas mask that worked. I couldn't afford another one, unfortunately. But, back to the point. I had just run up behind Darwin, gas mask covering my eyes, when he began to whine. "It smells crappy." I stared promptly at him, before saying, "Darwin, man up. It's probably not-" My muffled sentence was cut off by Darwin dropping to the ground, dead. "the FUCK!?" I yelled, stepping back. I ran inside, to find everyone dead. Except maybe dad, who I'm not sure if he was just sleeping. Likely he was dead, though. I ruffled around, finding what I was looking for. I grabbed the filters and my bag, shoving them away. Grabbing some bread, canned goods, and some bottled water, I let out a sigh of relief. I remember the baboon of a teacher saying something about a bomb shelter made back in the 1940's in case of a German attack. Maybe I could find it? But where was it? I think it was... I stopped, trying to remember, 1543 Florida Lane. It's in the back yard of crazy old Doctor Jenkins. I began walking there, looking at the sprawled dead bodies. I spotted a familiar peanut shell and let out a cry of shock. Penny had died. Tears began to well, but I just took in a deep breath and continued marching on. I had to let it go. I finally made it into Dr. Jenkins backyard. I saw his dead body, his gas mask barely halfway on his head. I let out a gasp and slid open the bomb shelter, closing it behind me. It took my mask off and took a whiff. Normal, clean air. I sat down and looked around. Except I couldn't. I pulled out my ghetto cell phone and used the light to see around. I grabbed the chain dangling from the ceiling and pulled it.
Dehydrated food pills, water, and a few filters. It would last me.