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I was in the library, studying for my finals, when my phone began to vibrate as my father's face appeared on the screen. I rose up and walked towards the entrance, going outside. The campus was almost empty, only two or three people were walking to their classes. I opened the call.

"Where are you?" My father asked, with a worried tone and running out of breath. I frowned a bit.

"In the library, why?" He didn't answer, but I heard my mom's voice in the distance. "Dad?"

"Come home. Now."

"Why? What's going on?" My pulse increased in matter of seconds. I was in a constant state of nerves since grandpa fainted. Was something happening to him? Or Marko?

"Scarlett, do as I say and get out of there, now."

My father hang up the phone and I immediately ran inside the library, collected my things and went to the parking area to get my car. On my way home, I noticed the opposite road full of cars. It seemed like they were running away from something... When I arrived home, my parents were putting clothes in sport bags and backpacks, beside food and hygiene products.

"Dad?"

"Collect your things, we're going the hell away from here."

I stood up in the middle of the living room, feeling lost. First, he dragged me out of the University, and now, he was telling me that we were leaving our house. I didn't understand a thing, but he seemed nervous and rushed to explain anything. I ran upstairs, looking for Marko. He was in his bedroom, putting things on his black backpack as well.

"Can you explain me what's happening?" I asked. He turned around and grabbed me by the arm, sitting me on his bed.

"Do you remember that infection that has been worrying people for weeks?" I nodded. "It's expanding. People are attacking other people and nobody knows why. We only know that we have to leave to find a shelter or something, at least until this resolve."

My brain was working at an incredible speed. That was why Laura hadn't gone last week nor this one. That was the reason why teachers were quitting classes, and why the campus was empty. People were looking for a secure place, they were running away. And now, we had to run away too.

Marko gave me his sport bag and told me to fill it with clothes and everything I found necessary, because we didn't know where we would come back. I obeyed as fast as I could, but my hands and entire body were shaken. When I was placing a photo with my grandparents inside the bag, a light went on in my head: my grandpa was still in the hospital. I was so nervous that I almost forgot him. In a rush, I ran until the middle of the stairs and screamed:

"What will happen to dedushka (grandpa)? He is going to come with us, right?" My father yelled that we would get him before leaving the town, so I went back to my room feeling much quieter.

When we had everything settle, we proceed to leave the house. I had Marko's bag hanging from my shoulder and one hand clutching my mother. While we walked toward the car, I looked around to see how the neighbors were placing bags inside their cars, too. Our next-door neighbor, Martin, was placing his little son, Michael, in the backseat. With sadness, I slightly smiled to Michael. Our eyes connected as he waved at me. Martin and his family were very nice. They usually came home: Martin would watch the play with my father while his wife and my mother talked about random things. I would help Michael and Alex, his older brother, with their homework and babysit them if their parents weren't home. My father approached to speak to him while Marko and I put our things inside the car.

"Do you have any weapons to defend yourself?" I heard my father asking. Martin said no, he wasn't gun-friendly. He only had kitchen knives, just in case. I watched how my father gave him his own gun, after checking that it was charged. It wasn't a big deal, we had two more. They hug each other, Martin entered the car and we watched them leave.

It was our turn, now. I placed myself in the backseat, beside Marko. We put on the seat belt and headed to the hospital. The chaos was everywhere. Everybody was collecting their things and leaving, on foot or by car. We parked in front of the hospital, which entrance was full of old people being helped by others to get into cars, buses or vans.

"As soon as I leave, lock the doors." Said my father, unbuckling his belt. He handed a gun to my mother. "I'll get him."

"I'm going with you."

"No." My parents said to me at the same time. My father continued. "You're staying here, I will not let anything happen to you."

"But, da-"

"Dostatochno, Scarlett! (Enough, Scarlett!)" He screamed. I jumped a bit on my seat, surprised by sudden response. "Stay here."

He left the car with the other gun inside his belt, hide by his shirt. My mother and Marko began a conversation, trying to figure out where we would go. We couldn't stay in the car forever: it would run out of gasoline at some point. While they talked, I had my gaze stuck in the entrance. Minutes were passing tediously slow. I didn't know if it was five or ten minutes after, but I unlocked my belt trying to be silent and unlocked the door. Mom would kill me, but I had to find my grandpa. I knew he wouldn't go with dad, but if I begged him, he would come. I couldn't leave him behind.

I opened the door and ran inside, hearing Marko's voice along with my mother's. I ignored them, knowing that if I turned around I would end up inside the car again. I entered the hospital and ran to the stairs, straight to the third floor. Halls were full of doctors running from one place to another. I crashed with people several times, but I didn't stop to say sorry; neither did they. We were too worried to waste time.

Expecting to find my father, I opened the door of my grandpa's room, but he wasn't there. As I had guessed, grandpa was still on his bed. He seemed surprised to see me. Had I arrived before my father? That was impossible, he left ten minutes before me.

"Letti, what are you doing here?"

"It wasn't a simple flu, grandpa, people are getting dangerous. We have to leave and you're coming with us." I grabbed a wheelchair and approached it to the bed. "C'mon, I'll help you."

"Letti…" He began to shake his head. "I can't go with you."

"Bullshit." With a serious look, I connected our eyes. "You're coming."

"I need oxygen to keep breathing. I will not survive without it, there's no way I can get out of here." He said, pointing out the tubes on his nose, trying to convince me. But I couldn't hear a word, I was grabbing his hands already to help him to get up. "Stop, Letti!"

"I'm not leaving you behind to die!" I screamed, feeling how tears began to slide down my cheeks. He squeezed my hand and grabbed the other. "Please, grandpa…"

"I wish I could go with you…" Silence invaded the room, only broken by my sobs. "I'm not surprised by your reaction, I could barely make your father go away."

I smiled through tears, happy to know that they had ended their fight. It was late, but it didn't matter. A shot made us jump in our places. I looked him in fear and he tried to calm me, although I knew he was as scared as me. He dropped my hands and made me signs to leave the room before something happened to me. I hug him for the last time, kissing his forehead and face.

"YA lyublyu tebya, dedushka (I love you, grandpa)" I said, fighting with the tears. At home, my heart was breaking at the thought of leaving him. Now that I was being forced to do it, it was shattered.

"YA lyublyu tebya, Letti (I love you, Letti)"

It cost me a world to separate myself from my grandfather, but I did it in the end. I closed the door behind me and recline my back on it, trying to catch my breath. Seconds later, I was running again down the hall.

When I began to hear screams and shots, I panicked. I didn't know where to go or where the exit to the stairs was anymore. The only thing I could see were people and blood. One of the doctors was on the floor, lying on a pool of blood. I covered my mouth, trying to avoid vomiting because of the scene that was taking place in front of me.

A person was leaned over the dead doctor, removing his intestines and eating them. This person was growling and making disgusting sounds while swallowing that were making me sick. I began to ran away from the scene, when I heard another scream by my side. A doctor was being bite in her arm by a teenager with almost white eyes. When she grabbed me with her free arm, I screamed in fear.

"Help me, please!" She screamed in agony as the creature teared a piece of meat out of her arm. I tried to let go, but she was gripping me strongly.

"Let me go!" I screamed at her, but she wasn't listening, just screaming at the bites she was receiving.

In a blink of an eye, a hole appeared on her forehead, right between her eyebrows. I turned around to see my dad approaching me with the gun on his hand. I ran towards him and hug him, feeling how my entire body was trembling in shock.

"They attacked you?" I shook my head as we began to run toward the stairs. My father didn't let go my hand until we were beside the car. I entered and he closed the door behind me before entering himself. He locked the doors again and hit the wheel, swearing in Russian. "What were you thinking, Scarlett?! You could be dead!"

I couldn't respond or move. I just searched Marko's hand to grip it. My older brother put his arms around me and I hid my face in his chest, trying to hid my sobs as well.

"She's okay, Yev." My mother said in a sweet voice. I knew she was mad, but didn't want me to feel worse. I heard my father sighing and, seconds later, the car began to move. I stayed in my brother's arms to avoid watching how we left the hospital behind, and my dear grandpa inside.