Laura's POV)
It happened out of nowhere, no one could figure out where it came from or what was the cause of everyone getting sick.
First it happened in Africa,then made its way to New York and slowly began to spread down each corner of America and then what I assume the world.
I was terrified out of my mind about it reaching to our town, Brent said that everythings going to be ok, that mom and Dad would make sure no one would get sick.
We made plans to pack up and make travel to the refugee camp that was being held about five hours away on the other side of the city.
Throughout getting stuff that we would need for travel and packed I noticed that dad seemed different , he didn't have as much energy to do stuff like he used to. I would ask him if he was alright and he'd just tell me to not worry about him and that its just old age catching up to him.
Brent and I know our father best, he might be in his early forties but he's healthy as a bull and acts like he's still in his twenties.
Even mom began to notice the strangeness in his behavior and how he was starting to look under the weather.
"Honey you're burning up..we need to get you to the hospital." I heard her exclaim through my bedroom wall, " Sweetie I'll be fine, just get some rest for me, I'll wake you and the kids up first thing in the morning." he said to her while coughing a bit.
That night before going to bed I was packing up the last item in my suitcase when he came into my room, looking over he seemed to look exhausted and sweaty like he had ran a marathon.
"Hey dad, I have everything ready for tomorrow." I said, he nodded and rubbed the back of his head.
"Good..good. Listen, I know what's going on right now is hard for you and Brent. Believe me your mother and I never thought that something like this would happen you kids." he said, walking over he sat himself on my bed.
Reaching over I touched his hand and squeezed it, just me touch his hand I could feel that he was strangely warm but I didn't bother to comment on it.
"I know dad, we're all scared but we have each other to make it through this." I said with a smile, the look in his eyes didn't match his smile that he gave to me.
Out of nowhere he reached out and pulled me into his arms in a bear hug, slowly I wrapped my arms around him.
"No matter what happens, just know that I love you kids and your mother with all my heart and soul. Ok?" he said, I could hear him sniffling and feel a kiss being placed on the top of my head.
We sat there for what seemed liked forever till he left and went down the hall, I could hear him talking to Brent for awhile and then finally headed back to his room and go to bed.
I layed in bed trying to sleep but what my dad said felt strange to me, of course he always says he loved us, but this time it felt like it'll be the last he'll ever say it. Reaching over to my phone I set my alarm to wake up bright an early for tomorrow and tried going to sleep.
It didn't seemed like I was asleep for that long when something loud hit against the other side of my bedroom wall some me up, startled I sat up and tried listening for it again to make sure I wasn't just imagining things.
It happened again and I realized it was from my parents room, worried I slipped on my pajama pants and made it outside the hallway to their bedroom.
Hesitant I knocked on it,"Mom...dad..everything alright?",I asked but there was no response.
Knocking again I waited a good second before opening the door, it was pitch dark inside since the sun hasn't rised yet.
Feeling for the light switch I started smelling something foul and grotesque for some reason, when I felt the nub of the switch touch my fingers I quickly flipped it up to brighten up the room.
To my confusion I saw that their bed was empty, stepping closer inside I looked over the other side to see no one there either.
Then a sudden bang came from their private bathroom door startling me, nervously I walked over and knocked on the it.
"Hey...is everything ok you guys..Dad..mom?" I asked now getting scared, a gargling noise sounded like it was coming from my dad.
He was probably throwing up and mom was in there to help, worried I opened up the door wanting to make sure that he was alright.
"Mom is Dad o..." I couldn't even finish what I wanted to say when looking inside and witnessing what was going on behind this closed door.
My dad was hunched over my moms body with his hands digging inside her ripped open stomach and organs displayed across the bathroom tile floor. When he turned around I covered my mouth in disgust and horror, his eyes that were once hazel are now a green sick looking color and his skin looked pale.
"D..dad..what are you doing?" I managed to get out , when he began to stand up I felt myself step back from the door.
I couldn't believe what I was looking at, my father didn't look like the man I know and love. Shaking my head I tried wake myself from this insane nightmare, when I opened my eyes back up he still looked the same while making his way towards me.
The look on his face was carnal rage, shaking I tried getting him to stop in his tracks.
"Dad...what did you do...why did.. Dad just stop." I pleaded while trying to not panic, but when he began moving quicker towards me I started to move back franticly.
Not even paying attention to what's behind I tried to turn around and make a break for it out the door but I stumbled over mom and dads suit cases and fell down on the floor.
Landing on my side I turned to get up but screamed when he launched himself on top of me, using my feet and arms I tried pushing him. His hands were clawing at my face and teeth were snarling with blood dripping from its edges, I cried and yelled for him to stop.
"Dad stop! Daddy please snap out of it!" I cried while using all the strength I could muster to get him off.
Hearing loud footsteps coming down the hall I looked up at the door to see Brent coming inyo view and looking over at us in panic.
"Dad what are you doing?!" he yelled while rushing over to shove him off me, while he was down I felt Brent quickly pull me up and making sure I was fine.
"Are you ok?", "Yeah I'm fine, Brent!" I screamed while grabbing onto his arm, we both saw dad getting back up to his feet and charging at us.
"Laura move into the hallway now!" he said while pushing me outside the room, we both ran out and down the hallway towards his bedroom.
Hearing the loud footsteps of our dad behind us, when we made it there Brent made sure I was all the way in and tried shutting the door behind us.
But dad hit against the door and tried to get inside, terrified I tried help Brent close it but dad grabbed at the sleeve of my shirt and started tearing at it almost reaching my skin.
"Laura grab my gun in the closet!", he yelled, I stared at him with tears in my eyes to what he was resorting to.
"Brent wait we..can't " I tried begging, before he could try saying anything the door almost came off the hinges when dad hit against it with all his might.
"Get it now!" he screamed, running I opened the closet door and reached up to the shoe box on the wall shelf. Grabbing it I opened and pulled out his Smith Weston pistol and a bag of bullets.
Wtih trembling hands I tried loading it as fast as I could, but the sound of the door busting down made me scream and Brent fall back.
The door fell on top of him and Dad came into the room and only saw me instead , snarling he began running towards me.
"Daddy please stop!" I cried while backing away towards the wall and dropping the gun, he only came within an inch of me till Brent grabbed him from behind and hauled him back.
"Brent!" I yelled, he was holding dad in a head lock and used his strength to keep him there, all the while dad was tryingg to grab behind and bite his arm.
"Laura shoot him!" he said while trying to hold against dads struggle, I looked down at the gun and picked it up.
There was about three bullets in, staring at it and then looking at dad I began to cry.
"Brent please..I can't do that..we can't..." I shook my head as tears streamed from my eyes.
"We have no choice, this isn't dad anymore!" Brent yelled in frustration and tears seeping through his eyes.
"Do it!" he ordered for the last time, I knew that there wasn't any other choice
Crying I pointed the gun at Dad and aimed for his face, my heart was aching in pain at what I was about to do. The man that was looking at me in hunger and carnal rage wasn't my father anymore on the inside, but the outside made so much harder for me.
"When I tell you Brent...move." I said with a croaked voice, shaking his head he waited for the signal.
Grasping the gun I readied myself and put my finger on the trigger, locking right onto the middle of his face.
"Now!" I yelled, causing Brentto let go of dad and move out the way, before he could come running towards me I pulled the trigger repeatedly till all three of the bullets hit him through the head.
His body fell to the floor in slow motion as I watched in horror and realization as to what I done, my hands were shaking out of control causing the gun to fall out of them.
Brent stood up and looked over at dad in grief and pain, then he looked over to see me in a fit of hysteria.
I was breathing out of control and body trembling, when I tried walking over to dads body he pulled me away.
"Laura no, don't touch him." he said while pulling me close and out of his room.
"Brent we..killed..I shot...why.
Why did this happen!?" I sobbed while clinging onto his arms.
"I don't know..but I need to get us out of here..where's mom?" he asked, my eyes looked up at him in distraught, he didn't notice where she was back in the room.
"She's dead...", I said weakly, he eyes widened with fear to those words.
"No..no no she can't be...what about the..." Brent tried to say but couldn't get out, I grabbed onto his hands and lead us back to our parents room.
I only went half way inside and then pointed to the slightly opened bathroom door, standing there I watched as he made his way inside.
Using his bare foot he pushed the door fully open, when his eyes caught what was inside he pulled back and almost hurled.
"Oh God..oh God please no!" Brent groaned while covering his mouth, I hugged myself as the tears rolled down my face as I watched him try not fall apart.
He tried to look away from moms lifeless and torn body, her stomach was ripped apart and empty, showing the unbearable truth of what our father had done.
Quickly he pulled off the sheets from their bed and covered it over her,not being able to handle the sight of her any longer.
I walked over to pull him away but he turned around and held me in a death grip hug, his face buried into the nape of my hair and tears hitting against my skin.
Not being able to hold it anymore I allowed myself to break down in his arm, burying my face into the depth of his chest and sobbed in agony.
Losing the the ability to stand I felt us both fall ground, my hands gripped at the back of his shirt.
"What are...what are gonna do now" I asked in between hyperventliated sobs, Brent rubbed the back of my hair in attempt to calm me down.
"I don't know...we have to go to the refugee camp now before things get worse over here." he said then pulled away from me, I sat there staring at the lump of blood seeped sheets on the floor in the bathroom.
Why..why please God let this be a bad dream.
Hearing Brent coming back I saw him carrying my back pack and his duffle bag in hand while he was dressed and ready to go.
"Here's your stuff, if you wanna change I'll step in the hall.." he said, I stared at him for a moment till nodding my head for him to step out.
Doing that he went down the hall and back to his room, probably to retrieve his gun no doubt.
Trembling like a leaf I peeled off the blood stained shirt and pajama pants off me and put on a blue denim pants and grey shirt, lastly putting on my brown work boots.
"I'm done.." I called out weakly, stepping back inside Brent handed me his metal baseball bat while stuffing the pistol into his front pocket.
Before he could step out the room I grabbed onto end of this jacket, Brent turned back to look at my pained red eyes.
"We can't leave them like this Brent." I said while looking back at moms body, I could feel him pull his arm away.
"There's nothing we can do Laura...we have to .." before he could finish his sentence I cut him off in disheartened anger.
"I'm not leaving them here like this, they're our parents!" I yelled while wiping at the tears in my eyes, he didn't say anything but just looked down at the floor.
With a heavy sigh Brent dropped his duffle bag and walked right pass me to the private bathroom.
"Grab a shovel from the garage and start digging in the back,..I'll bring Mom..and Dad down." he said while trying not to cry, obeying him I went out the hall and down stairs to the garage.
It took about a half hour to fully dig up two holes for their bodies, Brent brought moms body down first with a new covered sheet wrapped around her body.
He had me go bring down their king blanket from the room to use for covering up dads body, while retrieving it from the room I made it half way down the stairs when I heard Brent struggling in his room.
Walking back over I stood at the door and saw him trying to haul dads body up from his arms and shoulders, through his struggled groans tears were coming from his eyes.
Despite him trying to be the strong one and look out for what was best for us he was just as heart brokened as I was.
Stepping in I walked over towards the other end of dad and began lifting his legs and thighs up in both my arms.
Brent looked at me and as I did him, we didn't have to say anything with what we were feeling right now, it was plastered all over our faces.
After we both got dad down the stairs and outside I spread the blanket inside the hole for dad, Brent kept his up right while trying not to get any of his blood on him or near his face.
"Alright..bring him over." I said, he dragged his body over to me.
We both gently lowered him into the hole, mom was already in the hole burried next to his. Wrapping the blanket around him, Brent waited for me to finish so he can fill up the hole.
Stepping to the side I watched as he filled up the grave, there were no words to describe to what we were feeling right now, our family was gone and there was nothing to change fix that.
Afterwards me and him stood by each other and looked down at the unmarked graves, my hand found its way to Brents and squeezed onto it tight.
I was trying to utter out what I wanted to say for them but it wouldn't come out from behind the huge lump in my throat, remembering the words my dad told me last night really sunk into my heart.
"I love you too dad..mom..Lilly" I said while keeping my best to contain my sobs, Brent pulled me into his arms and held me close to his side.
We stood there for a few more minutes in deep grief and thought on what is to become of us now.
"I'll grab the bags while you get the car...its going to be a long ride to the refugee camp." Brent said.