Chapter 1
I woke up to the sound of my alarm. Which was strange because my mom usually wakes me up before the alarm.
'I bet mom is sick again,' I thought.
I got out of my bed, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. Then I went down stairs to see that my mom wasn't there. No breakfast cooking on the stove, nothing. It was so quiet in my house. Usually I could hear my little brother's footsteps up stairs when he woke up after me, but I couldn't hear anything.
"I think I should go and look for them and maybe wake them up." I said to myself.
I went upstairs and I went into my brother's room first, no one was there. Next, I went into my mom's room. It was dark, so I turned on the lights to find that my mom and little brother were just standing there and slowly coming toward me.
"Hey mom and Billy!" I exclaimed "I thought you guys were sick!"
I waited for my mom to answer back, but she didn't. They just kept walking toward me. The way they walked was strange. They walked in a statue like way and their eyes were bloodshot and dark with no expression on them. They just kept moving slowly toward me.
"Mom? Billy? What are you doing?" I asked, no answer, "OoooK?"
After I waited a little bit, I decided to run out of the room. I ran down the stairs, got my book bag, and ran outside.
I waited for about an hour and nobody came to take me to school.
"I'm going to be late," I said frustrated, "I wonder if I don't have school today."
I walked back into my house and turned on the TV. I switched the channel to the news. The channel was dark, but I could still hear the Anchorman's voice.
"Today is the Apocalypse!! All the dead people are coming back to life! They are ZOMBIES!! Not just the dead, but the living, too! Their all zombies, every last one of them!" there was a long pause and he began again with a calmer tone, "If you are watching this then I must warn you don't leave your house, don't let the undead bite or scratch you, and the only way to kill them is to destroy the brain." Then a picture of a person appeared on the TV screen. "this is a picture of what a zombie looks like. You can tell because their eyes are dark, bloodshot, and have no expression."
I froze, "Could my mom and brother really be zombies?" I wondered.
I could not hear anymore of this, so I turned off the TV. Then I waked upstairs and into the bathroom and slammed the door. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could see a girl with short black hair and blue eyes. The strange thing was that I didn't know I was crying.
"Why them?" I wondered "What should I do? I do not want to stay here with my undead family."
Just then, I decided to leave. I don't know where I'm going, but I am leaving.
I ran into my room, grabbed my suitcase and put some clothes in it. I then took another bag and put some of my belongings in that. Then, I ran back downstairs into the basement and unlocked my dad's secret room (my dad and I were the only one who knew about it) to see a whole room filled with guns, ammo, and old weapons. I grabbed as much as I could. It took a few trips from the truck and back, but I got all the ammo and guns.
I took a few minutes to calm myself down and went back into my house for the last time, I retrieved my favorite weapon; two small swords, with a sapphire on each of them, and were also light in weight, so they were easier maneuvered. My dad taught me how to use them, when he was alive and sane, he taught me so much about shooting guns, reloading them, and how to use the swords.
Too bad that my dad went into a mental home because he thought that the world was going to end and he later died. Luckily he taught me almost everything he knew. He never really taught me how to aim very well, but I will learn.
I walked back upstairs into the kitchen, took the keys, and drove off. Where I was going? I may never know.
