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~November 1st~

The smell of cooked bacon, eggs, and other breakfast items filled the early morning air. It's a rather quiet day now that all the birds flown south for the winter, with other animals simply hibernating or hiding from the cold morning winds.

Living in Wrightwood; the half desert half countryside of California there are no door to door salesmen. No Jehovah witnesses, sometimes. No human interactions, besides the everyday postman. As depressing as it may sounds, it makes for a peaceful mind knowing you don't have snoopy or asshole neighbors living right next door to you.

The almost quiet taps of small bare feet running on the hardwood floor cuts through the sound of sizzling bacon and sausages.

Running around the corner is Gavin, my nephew. He pulled a chair away from the kitchen table far enough for him to sit in and waited patiently. It truly amazes me how Gavin knows when breakfast or any cooked food for that matter is ready to be served without anyone telling him.

I stacked Gavin's plate high with several pancakes, pouring a healthy dose of diabetic inducing syrup on each layer, and placing three greasy strips of bacon on the side. For me, I filled my plate with grits, five sausages, and some cheesy eggs.

The both of us ate in peaceful silence even the intense buzz from my cell phone couldn't break it.

A friend I knew since middle school texted me asking if I heard about the disaster that happened over in Wilcrest last night. Saying that there was a prank that went wrong, a hefty amount of people gotten hurt with a few dying in the process.

In all honesty I couldn't care less about the people that I don't hold dear to me. I know it's wrong but it's the cold truth.

My sister nor my dad were in that area last night, Gavin was asleep before ten o'clock, my friend Mica lives thirty minutes away from Wilcrest, and she doesn't celebrate Halloween. To my current knowledge everyone is safe and accounted for.

I looked over at my nephew who is about a quarter finished with his pancakes. I tapped lightly on table space in front of him to get his attention, starting at the base of my right hand I slowly slid my left hand up and down my forearm, the sign language for slow down.

Yes Gavin is deaf, well not fully, he can still hear out of his right ear with the help of his hearing aid that he refuse to wear. Granted his hearing becomes a small 15% better, but in the end it became useless. The volume on the hearing aid is turnt to the highest setting, still words aren't able to reach his eardrums.

A mere fifteen minutes had passed before I heard my father calling out my name. As I began to leave the kitchen table I signed to Gavin that I'll be back shortly, when entering the living room I saw my father standing a few feet from the television watching the news.

On the screen is a woman news anchor trying to hold a professional face that looked distraught, uncertain, and deeply concerned.

"We're sorry to interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this very important public service announcement. We're getting reports across a few states about a lethal virus that is leaving large amounts of small children to elderly adults hospitalized. Reports of this virus started last week, to the point where all hospitals in the L.A. area are now at critical capacity."

From the left side of the screen a young man probably in his early twenties came sprinting into view, whispering something into her ear.

'Ok. We're now getting word telling all civilians to stay in their homes, board and lock all doors and windows. If your unable to get to the safety of your home take refuge at any store or a neighbor's home. If your in the downtown area there is a safezone near city hall where the military are helping civilians. The- the Department of Health says to stay away from any known person carrying this diseases, if you do happen to come into contact with an infected person isolate and restrain them immediately! Refrain from drinking, eating, or exchanging any bodily fluids from those whom may be under the assumption of having this virus. May God have mercy on our souls.'

I looked over to my father in question, yet the aging man said nothing. "Go pack the car, we're leaving. Only take the essentials." As he began to march off into his room I followed him hot on his tail, breaking off to my shared bedroom with Gavin. For me and Gavin, I stuffed two pairs of jackets into a gym bag, along with several sets of underwear along with basic clothing.

After several hasted minutes of packing, I shorten my speed back into the kitchen were I caught Gavin eating another plate stacked high with pancakes without a care in the world. In my left hand I held out some decent clothing for him to wear, with my right I tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention and signed 'We are leaving get dressed.' In return, 'Are we going to see mom?'

On the outside I tried my hardest not to cringe at the question. Though he have two mothers I chose to take the latter assuming he's not asking about my sister. 'Yep but you gotta hurry so we won't get stuck in traffic.' The clothing in my left hand are snatched away with a quickness. Fumbling with shoelaces and the buttons on his shirt, he was more eager to leave than me and my father hell adding the rest of the Earth's population into the mix Gavin still couldn't be beat.

With a smile that can turn any ruthless bastard heart into gold, a feeling of warmth that he carries no matter what he's faced with. I hate lying to him even if its for his safety, Gavin been lied to all his life, been given false hope and then some. If he only knew about the evil awaits us outside our doors.

The comfortable silence between me and my nephew dissipated by my father whom unceremoniously barged between us to gain access the garage, in which we followed suit. It took us little to almost ten minutes to get everything stuffed inside the SUV and strapped in.

The hour ride into the city was a quiet one, besides the radio as background noise. There are reports of people eating each other, taking fatal bullet wounds and getting back up, how the government claiming to do all they can to 'contain' the situation. The basic recipe for a viral zombie outbreak and the world is too damn dumb to understand it.

So far the roads been empty at least for now, granted we avoided highways and main roads. The only notable thing about today are several greyish to smoldering black smoke clouds slowly rising over the horizon. A signal; the ending of human civilization.

As my eyes studied the sky, my brain lost in deep thoughts that the sound of the truck door slamming shut shook me to my core. I hastily looked around our surroundings, still no cars not a person in sight. "You keep whipping your head around like that your gonna snap your neck princess." A feathery seductive tone followed by light touches of fingers running through my short dark brown hair, the owner of those fingers and voice belonged to my friend, Mica.

Gavin tried to stifle his giggled at my expense but ultimately failing to do so. Looking over my left shoulder I can see the giddy excitement that's being held in by the eight year old, who's trying to hide behind his red cotton jacket. Mica being the great person she is went along with his scheme, "Jaden did you know you have a jacket that can laugh? Did you know it have feet too?"

My nephew knew that he couldn't hide forever, so he tossed the jacket aside without care meeting his mother with contagious smile, this is pure happiness in its most simplest form.

With the momentarily reunion dying down it became quiet again. I continued to let the silence flow throughout the truck, but as the seconds ticked by I couldn't help to release a not so subtle sigh, "You know we can't go to city hall without her." No response from my father. "You really going to leave your daughter for death." It wasn't a question but if I did asked it I knew the answer beforehand.

"Tell me, what can an unarmed marine, a deaf toddler, his mother, and a fag can do to save someone? We're the joke, and going to get your sister is the fucked up punchline." With the blood in my body slowly rising to a boil I keep my anger intact, keeping to diplomacy than rash actions which will result into losing my life or others.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lawson." He looked at Mica through the rearview mirror without a response, with an expression that is hard to read. "I told you to call me Joyner."

I might be me or this new apocalypse air but I could've swore I felt her confidence waver, "Mr. Joyner I understand the loyalty to your country and I commend you for your service, I know at some point a group or so will go out and search for civilians stuck in the city. And I know it's none of my business but…"

"Your right. It's none your business, keep it that way." My father has always been a hard ass, a vile man without purpose. If you don't agree with him your just in the way and if you can't pull your own weight your just another causality. Both his morals and priorities are messed up but this is the code he lived by.

As we got closer to the city hall there are cars compacted together, people are fight to pass each other, with an ungodly smell lingering in the air. Everything is drastically changing and this only happened yesterday. Once we go past the checkpoints we will be stuck in a small space with other people who will claim to be infection free, and those same people will be trying to eating us. I would like to have a living chance to see tomorrow or go out on my own terms.

Now we're here, entering the wolves den. Military personnel stopped us, my dad flashed his military ID which caused one of the foot soldiers to radio in his ID number with a few code words following behind. I really didn't put much thought into the words they spoke. Watching, waiting for the inevitably that chose to lurk in the nearby shadows.

"Roger that Alpha 1 we're Oscar Mike." I caught the half end of the radio conversation between the army man and his superior. "First Lieutenant. You and your group have to carry what you can, we continue on foot. Bravo Company move out!"

The four of us took a bag each, falling in line with the steps of the six soldiers whom escorting us into this big military compound. On the way this Sergeant Freeman briefed my father on his duties.

President Raiko came to California for a press conference, to raise the citizens morale about this new viral outbreak but that quickly went into the shitter. Some big named General is running a tight ship with security, I think it was Iro, Ior, Iron, something close to it. Him along with a few other Generals they were able to contact are now discussing 'top secret' information that will be disclosed to other ranks and so forth.

Now we're here at the checkpoint, people are yelling over each other, small children are crying begging to be with their relatives whos already inside. But the smell the smell is atrocious like something died came back to life and died again, no pun intended.

As we passed through the gate we are greeted with an even tragic sight. Tents smushed together almost becoming one, the cries for loved ones is now an echo reverberating off another, a few people are caked in mud, others in blood, the majority is both. If it's theirs or someone else's who can really tell.

The closer we got to city hall the more cramped it seemed, overhearing some of the conversations from here and there some people here are arguing with military officials, wanting to see the person in charge. A man we passed with blue tattoos even went as far to ask for a General.

"Sir this is one of Raiko's advisors, Tarrlok." Again I had to recenter myself once my mind wandered off. Standing between us and the safety of thick oak double doors is a dark skin man; dressed in a light blue suit, with long locks of brown hair, separated into three pigtails. He stood with confidence as if the mass hysteria about people dying, coming back to life to feast upon others wasn't real.

"Mr. Lawson it's a pleasure to see you." Tarrlok right hand extended out to my father's waiting for the acknowledgement that both men are sharing the same level of respect for one other, the handshake was never returned yet his tone never changed. "Before we discuss your duties, your- group must wait outside, only personnel with authorized access."

Then gunshots from the east of us followed by screams. It's like the world shown my displeasure of being stuck in this death trap falsely called safety. The soldier that escorted us along with the ones guarding the door shoved us inside. Both doors slammed shut and barricaded. My father's face is stoic "Let's skip the formalities, what's my mission?"