It was too silent and the house seemed stiff. I looked around for a moment. I somehow knew the silence would be shaken out of its sweetness. Suddenly my mother burst through the door and went on to attack me. She placed her hand on my throat and choked me. Her eyes her wrong and her hands were cold. Her strength was crushing but I closed my eyes and somehow slipped out of her grip. At that moment I was thankful for my sleek, smooth skin. Before she could catch me, I ran down stairs and grabbed a knife out of the holder. When she had caught up to me, I didn't waste a single moment and threw it through her eye. She immediately stopped and fell to the ground. I couldn't believe what just happened. I knew what was going on. It just all made sense now. I always thought I would want something like a zombie apocalypse to happen. But not like this. This was simply too much. Maybe it wasn't like that. Maybe she just got sick and attacked me. In that case it would just be self defense and I would be fine. I picked up my cell phone and dialed. No one answered. 911, and no one answered. Tears fell from my eyes. I didn't know what to do. So, I pulled myself together after about an hour. I changed into thick pants, thick long sleeve, turtleneck and a bandana wrapped over half my face. I put the knife I had used between my belt and pants. Then took another knife, in its sheath, and attached it to a large pocket on my right leg. I grabbed a rifle and a small shot gun my grandmother had, wherever she was, and put the rifle in a large holster she also had and placed the hand gun in my back pocket. Before I did anything else, I stopped to think. 'Why am I so calm about this? Is this really what I felt about my mother and family? How come I'm not breaking down, losing my mind.' But then I realized, it was because I loved my mother and that I knew how to protect myself and that I needed to protect my sister and friend. I grabbed my music player and sun glasses, knowing I would have to walk to both of their homes, I couldn't risk texting, although I took my laptop, charger and phone and phone charger. Once I walked outside with my two bags full of extra ammunition and all sorts of objects I wanted, I noticed my grandmothers' car. So, I went back inside, grabbed her car keys and walked back outside.

I got to the car and noticed her walking around, in a way she never had before. Something was up, so I placed everything in the back, carefully closed it and walked up to her, a hand on the knife I used on my mother. A strange sound came from her as I got closer, she hadn't noticed me yet. But as I got closer to the back of my house, she saw me. Her teeth were bloody, as if she had eaten raw meat. She ran towards me, I jumped back and pulled the knife out. Without hesitation, I lunged towards her and impaled her through the stomach. She fell to the ground, but she didn't stop moving, so I ran for the car and got in. I called Jarrid and started the car. He picked up the phone, he sounded terrified. "Hello?" I answered in an instant. "I'm coming to get you, are you ok?" He sounded like he was pushing someone out of the way. "No, I'm stuck in my room, the door's about to break down, what's happening?" I couldn't tell him exactly what was going on, I didn't know, but I got the gist of it. "It's… it's a zombie…" He screamed. "Ok! I get it! Hurry!" I pulled out of the drive and floored it. I arrived at his house three or four minutes later. The door was open so I went in and saw them right away. "Hey, you!" I got their attention. They ran after me, they weren't very fast, just like the others, but still, they ran. I grabbed the knife, I wasn't ready to use those bullets yet. Before Jarrid could run out, I had killed both of them.

He was in shock as we sat in the car. "Why did this happen? Sure now that I think about it, it was leading up to this, but, why did it even start?" He looked at me, I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing and turned my head back to the road. "Call Rachael. See if she's alive." She didn't answer. "I still have to make sure." He pleaded. "Look, what if she is a zombie? She's very strong, she would kill us." I didn't care. "Kyra… fine, let's go." I sighed and pulled into the drive of her apartment complex. As we got out I handed him the hand gun. "You know how to use it?" He stared at her door. "I'll figure it out." I nodded and held the longer knife which I had unsheathed. He opened the door, everything was silent. He stayed just at the foot of the stairs to keep watch while I walked upstairs. When I arrived at the top, something was moving in the room next to hers. I opened it to see her smaller half sister moving around. She had been changed too, when she saw me, she ran towards me. She was dead before I opened the front door. After I made sure she wasn't going to get up again, I went to Rachael's room and knocked. A noise arose from the other side, something like a whimper and a hush. So, I opened it as much as I could. She was sitting in the corner, a chair in front of the door. "Rachael, it's me. It's ok. I'm not one of them, come on Jarrid is waiting. Rachael got up and moved the chair. Her sandy blonde hair still looked wet from a shower, her dog, Sam, cowering in fear behind her. "Thanks for coming." We walked back to the car, with all of their luggage in the back with mine, there was little room left. We all had clothes and personal care in our bags and decided to pick up soap where ever we could and share it. "Well, the tank is at half, let's fill it up." They nodded.

Rachael had brought her personal guns and the ones that belonged to her family, so I didn't need to worry about her, though I still did. "Alright, I'm gonna check inside, see if there's any normal people there. I'll be back, don't get out." I left, knowing they could take care of themselves, but I suppose in the situation I took charge. Inside, it was empty. No one was there. They were probably in the back. When I checked, they were around the corner. Carefully I left the back room without them noticing, I didn't need to kill more dead people than I had to. Before leaving I grabbed water jugs and bottles and some food, I didn't want anything too junk-food like. We were going to be out there for a while. I got back out and they had started filling up the car with gas. "They're in the back, I was lucky not to disturb them." Rachael nodded. Suddenly, she pulled her gun, and pointed it at me. "Don't move. " I put my hands up. "Hey…" She shot. Something behind me fell to the ground. I turned and saw it was one of them, apparently they had noticed. Once the car was full, I opened the door. "Come on, it's cold even with thick clothes on." Just before I got in, I asked. "Anyone wanna drive?" They shook their heads, I laughed and got in. "Cowards." I smiled and looked at them. For some reason, the life was taken out of them. "H-hey… what's wrong?" Jarrid seemed offended. "What's wrong?" I had left the parking lot and passed the street to Rachael's house. "What do you mean what's wrong? You just killed your mother, my grandparents and Rachael's little sister, and nothing's wrong?" I stopped the car. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think I would react this way either. But I did what I did because they were already dead. And you would've been if I didn't do what I did." Jarrid closed his eyes. "Fine… I hated them anyway…" The rest of the drive to a friends' house was silent. When we reached the drive way to Courtney's house, I finally spoke. "Rachael… I'm sorry… but I had to. I wish I didn't but I would've rather saved someone who was alive than try to get myself killed running away from that thing." I saw Rachael nodding in the rear-view mirror. "How is Sam?" Rachael answered. "He's doing better." I nodded. "Jarrid can you go open her gate?" I handed him the hand gun again. "Sure."