Morgan Grimes

-Chapter 1-

Morgan's PoV

The blaring school bell rang, signalling the end of the day. I leapt from my seat, closing my textbook and putting it into my backpack that was underneath my desk. Once I had the backpack on, I walked over to my brothers desk to wait for him.

"Hurry up, mom said we could have McDonalds for dinner!" I whined to my brother, grabbing his wrist and dragging him along with me. We said goodbye to our teacher and met up with a friend as we exited the classroom.

"Why does she always give us homework for the weekends?" He complained as we walked the halls of our middle school. "Because we need to learn?" I answered, my answer being more of a question then a statement.

"Yes but it's the weekend, I want to go to the park, not sit at a desk and do work. That's what I come to school to do." He argued.

"You make a fair argument." I nodded.

"Morgan, there's mom." Carl pointed out. I nodded and waved goodbye to our friend. I dropped my brothers wrist and we ran over to our mother. She had a sad look on her face, but the reason wasn't kept a secret for long.

"Kids, listen. Your fathers been in an accident at work." She told us crouching down so she was on her knees, instantly I knew it was bad. "He's been shot."

My heart dropped. Tears came to my eyes. My face dropped and paled. She wrapped her arms around the two of us, hugging us for around ten minuets.

"Is he alive?" I managed to say. She nodded, I noticed her gaze shift from us to the road, a police car, with Uncle Shane leant against it. "Shane's gonna take us to see him." She told us.

We walked over to the car, our uncle getting down on one knee and engulfing us in a tight hug. "He'll be alright." He whispered.

Carl climbed into the back seat and I got in after him. We buckled up and waited for Shane and mom to get in too.

———The Next Day———

The day after our dad got shot we went to see him again. Shane picked us up and drove us to the hospital. We went in first. Dad lay, immobile, and hooked up to a bunch of machines some of which were beeping. He had a tube up his nose connected to another machine. His lips were chapped and dry, his breathing slow.

Carl and I sat down at his side, sharing a couch and staring at our dad. Mom sat on his side that was closer to the door, her hand laced with his. A doctor came in and said a bunch of medical things that I didn't understand and then left. We were there for hours, visiting hours were almost over when we left, getting a cab so that Shane could visit dad.

———A Few Days Later———

There has been reports of incidents all over the news. Reports of strange occurrences and news from the CDC that a new virus was spreading. Quickly. School had been shut down and we didn't leave the house for basically anything.

On day two of the news being filled with reports, mom got a call from Shane, telling her to not leave the house and that he would explain when he got here.

Carl and I were sent to our rooms when Shane arrived at the house; he told mom something when we were gone prompting her to not let us out of the house at all.

We spent a little over two weeks inside before, in the middle of the night, the two of us were awoken and told to pack our bags and that we were leaving. We made it to the highway, heading towards a refugee camp in Atlanta, when we were trapped in traffic going on for miles.

It was on that highway we met a family of three; Ed, who I didn't like in the slightest, Carol, who was really kind, and Sophia, a girl who was our age and became a friend of ours.

We all watched as military helicopters flew overhead and bombed the city of Atlanta. The city was destroyed within minuets and we were all stranded on the road.

———The Next Day———

A camp was set up at a Quarry, it grew in population quickly. A few days into the apocalypse the French announced that they were close to a cure; that was clearly a lie.

One night, his first night at Camp Quarry, a man named Daryl told us a story about a Chupacabra as we ate dinner around the campfire.

Those that were bitten or scratched by the infected came back to life like one of them. They showed no signs of who they were before and just became obsessed with eating flesh. We named them Walkers; why? I had no idea, but it was easier then calling them 'One of the infected people' so it stuck.

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Heyo!

Alrighty, this is just the introduction Chapter of how the begging of the apocalypse went down. The next chapter will definitely be longer, it'll either be out later today or tomorrow, definitely this week if not tomorrow. Anyways, go check out my other stories and let me know if you want a specific one to be updated.

Bye.

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Published: 19th February 2021
Words: 908