Chapter Two
I woke up early the next morning and everything was quiet.
I walked out of my room and went downstairs to the kitchen.
"Mom? Is there school today?" I asked, but no one was there.
"Mom? Dad? Brie? Anyone?" I called out.
No one answered.
I walked out of the house and ran around the neighborhood. Zombies were everywhere. I didn't know what to do or think.
"Weapons. I need weapons," I thought.
I ran back home and rushed to the basement. My dad used to keep guns hiding down in that place. I pick-locked the door and grabbed a big gun and a pistol. I also picked up a knife and went on my way. I walked around town for a while not worrying about the zombies around me until I found some food. I ate it up really fast.
"I wonder if any humans still exist," I thought.
I doubted that.
"Zzzzz….," said a strange sound.
A big group of zombies were coming after me. I was stuck in the one tiny building unable to go anywhere.
"Hey kid, up here!" said a voice.
The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the roof of a building.
The voice I heard came from a guy with brown hair and green eyes. His voice seemed to sound a little Canadian and he looked to be like a Senior in high school.
"Well then. Got stuck in a horde of zombies, eh?" he asked.
I cleared my throat.
"Um….yeah. Yes, I suppose so," I said.
He chuckled.
"My name is Brian," he said.
I laughed.
"Brian Morado?" I asked.
"Well…..yes. Are you a stalker?" he questioned.
"No. I was kidding. I had a really close friend who had a brother named Brian and he lived on the edge of Canada," I explained.
"My brother? Both of my brothers are dead! Steven and Kyle. Which one did you know?" asked Brian.
"Kyle. He was my fiancé," I said.
I looked down at my feet and tried to hold back my tears.
"So you're Phoebe. I've heard a lot about you. Pleased to meet you," he said.
I smiled a little.
"Pleased to meet you too," I said.
How did I not see that? Brian looked just like Kyle only much taller. He obviously was a fighter like Kyle too. Only Brian looked more like the profession-al wrestler type. Kyle looked more like a street fighter.
"Well then Phoebe, you're welcome to join my group of human survivors if you want. Meet us by the east bridge tomorrow morning if you wish to join. Until then, good luck," said Brian.
Then he jumped off the roof of the small building and ran far away.
I did the same, except my landing wasn't as smooth. I slipped and fell on my butt.
I got up and ran back to my home where only I lived now.
The house was still empty. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Some news report was playing and the news dude was ranting on about the zombies. It was kind of funny when a zombie jumped him and he was ripped to shreds. I laughed a little. Though I knew I could be next for that treatment.
That night I had a strange dream. I dreamt I was outside and then I saw Kyle. He didn't seem too happy though. He told me that the zombies were his fault but I didn't believe it. I didn't care about that. I just wanted him to be back alive again. He didn't listen to what I had to say. He acted as if he was in a hurry to go somewhere. The last thing he said was, "Be happy and run for your life". Then he was gone. The dream ended with a demonic laugh and I woke up with tears streaming down my face with the laughing sound ringing in my ears.
Was I really crying in my sleep? I seriously needed to grow up.
I got out of bed and walked downstairs.
I immediately went to the kitchen and made myself some pancakes.
"What are you doing?" a voice asked.
I quickly turned around to see my little sister, Brie, watching me.
"Pancakes," I said quickly.
She sniffed the air.
"You can't cook like mom did," she said.
"Where've you been hiding?" I asked quickly.
"In my room until you leave. Then I watch TV and eat cereal bars and yogurt," she answered.
Brie was only five years old. She was very bossy and her front teeth were missing. She wore her hair in little piggy tails and she spoke with a lisp.
"What happened to Mom and Dad?" I asked.
"I was there when it happened. Mom started saying random gibberish words and then she turned into this purple thing that went Zzzzz," explained Brie.
When she said "Zzzzz" it sounded like she said "Thhhh" because of her lisp which was caused by her missing teeth.
"And Dad?" I asked.
"I don't know. He went to work and never returned. He must've went wherever Mom went. Probably some zombie place or something," she said.
"Great, great," I said.
I started to eat my pancakes.
"Want one?" I asked, talking with my mouth full.
Brie shrugged and took a pancake.
"Don't use too much syrup. That's all we got left ya know," I said.
"What's your plans today?" she asked.
"I'm going out for a while. Stay hidden. I found more humans," I said.