Survival. That's all that came to my mind. Protecting my younger brother, and mother. Dad already turned. I was the one who had to shoot him. It took all of my brothers strength to restrain mom from walking over to dad.
"He'll snap out of it, Raven! Don't shoot him! I beg of you, your father is still there!" She screamed over and over at me.
My mind was racing, as my once father was walking over, gurgling, wanting to devour our flesh.
"I have to do this, mom! He is not dad anymore!" I shouted at her.
Dad was close to me. Reaching his decayed arm at me.
"Run! Get out of here!" I screamed.
My younger brother, Zachary grabbed my mom, and started running away. "No!" She screamed.
The madness of the situation hit me hard. My dad was a mindless walker, who didn't love me. He didn't know who I was. Tears streamed down my face, as I loaded my father's cowboy repeater. I turned the safety off, and looked My daddy in his mindless eyes one last time.
"God bless you, daddy. Please forgive me." I whisperd.
I aimed right between his eyes, and I pulled the trigger. His body hit the ground, and he was dead. I killed my dad. I had to. To protect them. He would do the same if it was mom. I walked away from my dad's corpse, and met my mom and brother at our old house. Zachary was rocking mom back and forth, running his fingers through her she wept like a mad man.
"Everything's gonna be alright, mama. Just have faith." He whisperd to her.
Mom was hysterical, crying and screaming.
I knelt by her, and politely asked, "momma, you have to be quiet. You'll attract more walkers. Daddy's in a better place now, okay? I know it hurts, but we'll get through this together. I promise." I said, and hugged her.
Momma stopped crying, and passed out. She fell into a deep sleep.
"I'll carry her in." My brother said, and carried her inside.
I stayed outside for awhile, trying to calm down. Reality hit me hard. Dad was dead, mom gone insane, and the world was falling apart. Surviving this, is not going to be easy.