gun down the hallway toward the den and tried to ready myself for another attack. Many thoughts ran through my mind in those few seconds. I came to a realization, I can’t stay here . I needed to find more people. My house wasn’t safe anymore.
I needed to try to find mom and dad.
The only two phones in the house were the corded one on the wall in my bedroom and the wireless phone on the wall in the den. Kneeling on the floor beside the body, I felt myself paralyzed by fear. I knew that I had to get up and run to my room, but something was keeping me there on the floor. I forced myself to close my eyes and said, “Get up.” I opened my eyes and stood halfway, and stumbled backwards. I balanced myself on the leather couch and stared at the body on the floor. My eyes were playing tricks on me, making me believe that the body would start to move again. Reluctant to take my eyes off of the bloody mess on the maroon carpet, I ran for my bedroom.
I grabbed the phone off of the wall mount and listened for the dial tone. I could barely hear it as my ears were still ringing from the indoor shots I had fired. It was as though my body had blocked out the gunshots. I didn’t even realize my ears were ringing until I picked up the phone receiver. I dialed mom’s work number and listened to the phone ring. The whole time I kept my eyes on the hallway leading to my room. I didn’t shut the door this time because the door had already been damaged by the man beating it before, and I wanted to see if another one of those crazed people made it into the house.
I must have waited through at least 50 rings before I hung up the phone. “Crap! Why won’t they answer?” I said in frustration. Dad’s cell phone! I quickly dialed dad’s number, but was quickly disappointed when I heard it ringing in my parent’s room, right next to my room. I slammed the receiver to the base and hung my head. “I can’t get anyone!” I grumbled. But if I’m going to be out away from here, mom or dad might think to call the cellphone if no one answers the house phone . I stopped to think for a moment. But where am I going? I can’t just leave and hope for the best. I need a plan .
I grabbed a pen from the side pocket of my book bag and snatched one of the notebooks from off of the chair. I placed the notebook on the floor and switched the gun to my left hand while I wrote with my right hand. I stared at the blank page for a few seconds. What do I need? I quickly scribbled down things that popped into my head.
(1) Food...
(2) Ammo...
(3) Someplace safe...
(4) More people...
I threw the notebook into my bag and gathered my things. “Okay, first thing on the list is food.” I said out loud. I knew Food Lion was the closest grocery store, so that would be my first destination. I knew that mom had not been to the grocery store that week and food was running low. I quickly reloaded the magazine that was in the gun. I now only had sixteen cartridges left in the box.
I had a few dollars in my account and about twenty dollars in my wallet. It should be enough to get some stuff from the store , I thought. I had no idea what I was about to do, or exactly where I would go after I got supplies from Food Lion. I had to do something though.
Whatever was going on, virus, bacteria or otherwise had already infected Thomas. I didn’t yet know for sure how he had been infected, but I knew I needed to stay away from the sick people.
CHAPTER 5 - Chance meeting...
The rain was heavier and sounded more vicious than before. Before, the slight tapping of the raindrops was calming in a way, but now the rain sounded more like an endless flow of rocks being thrown at the house. I had waited to see if mom or dad would call to check on us, but during nearly an hour of pointing the Glock into the darkness of the hallway, no call ever came. I
I needed to try to find mom and dad.
The only two phones in the house were the corded one on the wall in my bedroom and the wireless phone on the wall in the den. Kneeling on the floor beside the body, I felt myself paralyzed by fear. I knew that I had to get up and run to my room, but something was keeping me there on the floor. I forced myself to close my eyes and said, “Get up.” I opened my eyes and stood halfway, and stumbled backwards. I balanced myself on the leather couch and stared at the body on the floor. My eyes were playing tricks on me, making me believe that the body would start to move again. Reluctant to take my eyes off of the bloody mess on the maroon carpet, I ran for my bedroom.
I grabbed the phone off of the wall mount and listened for the dial tone. I could barely hear it as my ears were still ringing from the indoor shots I had fired. It was as though my body had blocked out the gunshots. I didn’t even realize my ears were ringing until I picked up the phone receiver. I dialed mom’s work number and listened to the phone ring. The whole time I kept my eyes on the hallway leading to my room. I didn’t shut the door this time because the door had already been damaged by the man beating it before, and I wanted to see if another one of those crazed people made it into the house.
I must have waited through at least 50 rings before I hung up the phone. “Crap! Why won’t they answer?” I said in frustration. Dad’s cell phone! I quickly dialed dad’s number, but was quickly disappointed when I heard it ringing in my parent’s room, right next to my room. I slammed the receiver to the base and hung my head. “I can’t get anyone!” I grumbled. But if I’m going to be out away from here, mom or dad might think to call the cellphone if no one answers the house phone . I stopped to think for a moment. But where am I going? I can’t just leave and hope for the best. I need a plan .
I grabbed a pen from the side pocket of my book bag and snatched one of the notebooks from off of the chair. I placed the notebook on the floor and switched the gun to my left hand while I wrote with my right hand. I stared at the blank page for a few seconds. What do I need? I quickly scribbled down things that popped into my head.
(1) Food...
(2) Ammo...
(3) Someplace safe...
(4) More people...
I threw the notebook into my bag and gathered my things. “Okay, first thing on the list is food.” I said out loud. I knew Food Lion was the closest grocery store, so that would be my first destination. I knew that mom had not been to the grocery store that week and food was running low. I quickly reloaded the magazine that was in the gun. I now only had sixteen cartridges left in the box.
I had a few dollars in my account and about twenty dollars in my wallet. It should be enough to get some stuff from the store , I thought. I had no idea what I was about to do, or exactly where I would go after I got supplies from Food Lion. I had to do something though.
Whatever was going on, virus, bacteria or otherwise had already infected Thomas. I didn’t yet know for sure how he had been infected, but I knew I needed to stay away from the sick people.
CHAPTER 5 - Chance meeting...
The rain was heavier and sounded more vicious than before. Before, the slight tapping of the raindrops was calming in a way, but now the rain sounded more like an endless flow of rocks being thrown at the house. I had waited to see if mom or dad would call to check on us, but during nearly an hour of pointing the Glock into the darkness of the hallway, no call ever came. I
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