Lugging the bags to the stairs, we filled shopping bags with perishable, and non perishable food items. As we raided my own kitchen shelves, I hunkered down as much as possible from the blind-less kitchen window. The dog stuck close by, watching my antics as we filled the bags at top speed. A low whine from her brought my hand to reach for the box of dog bones and her dog food, which also went into the bag. Once we had filled 4 bags with various food-stuffs I returned to the landing, placing the bags with the duffel bags. Then, as I was able to go downstairs, realized I was still dressing in my fuzzy pink sponge bob pajamas, and housecoat. Rolling my eyes, I made my way to my room and quickly changed, choosing comfortable jeans, a t-shirt and a zip-up sweater. I gave myself a once over in the mirror. Not bad I thought, not bad at all for the day of a Zombie apocalypse.
Snagging my mothers car keys from their hanger in the kitchen I placed them in my pocket and took off the small, thin backpack I had been wearing on my back. now we needed to have some sort of a weapon. Awkwardly I pulled out the kitchen knives choosing all the long ones, and delicately placing them in the backpack. I am going to end up stabbing myself and saving the zombies the trouble of doing away with me I thought. Suddenly, I realized we were ready to go, I was actually going to do this, there was nothing else was here for me to take and make use of. You have no idea how hugely tempted I was to stay. My home felt like such a safe haven, but as I looked through the living room blind, and seeing the broken aluminum siding that bled red down their sills, and the splintered, hanging doors on the houses in my neighborhood, I realized that no place was safe anymore, least of all in a residential area. In several trips I had ferried down all the bags to the garage door. Pausing often to grab blankets, a sleeping bag, jackets and winter clothing. Finally, going back upstairs I grabbed my dog, Tia and put on her leash. I wasn't going to let her die here, whether by starvation, or possibly a discriminating zombie's palate. She was possibly my last surviving family member and hell if I was going to lose another one.
Author's notes
i know these chaps. been short but im working on it