Miles Away ➸ Carl Grimes/ The Walking Dead

☠1☠ It's Gone

☣Maddy's POV☣

My sisters and I sat on the couch all cuddle together in one large comforter as we watched Spongebob Squarepants, early this morning. Cereal bowls sat empty on the coffee table in front of us as "I'm Dirty Dan!" repeated over and over again.

"Can we watch something else? This is so stupid." Maggie, the second oldest and middle child, grumbled. I rolled my blue eyes as I chuckled with a smile, and reached over to the coffee table for the television remote. Ally, the youngest of us, slapped a grip and clenched onto my wrist, death glaring me with her blue eyes as I stared at her with a frightened expression. I released the remote, dropping it back on the glass table, and sat back up on the couch. Ally let go of me with a smile, looking back at the tv and hugging her knees to her chest.

Maggie groaned in annoyance as she threw her head back and stared at the ceiling, her blonde hair flowing off the back of the couch.

All three of us are technically triplets with blonde hair and blue eyes, just born on three separate days. I am the oldest, born on April thirteenth. Maggie was born on the fourteenth, and Ally was born on the fifteenth; we are all fifteen years old. Our dad is away in California because he is the head general of the Air Force, and while he is, my sisters and I are here in New York City with our Aunt Jeanie. We live outside the city, but not that far. The house is big as a mansion and is white as a pearl with a blue door. We have never moved from this house, ever, and we'd like to keep it that way.

Maggie fell off the couch as the house shook, banging her head on the coffee table and tumbling onto the white fluffy carpet, taking the purple comforter with her. Ally clung to me like a baby, digging her long and sharp fingernails into my arms as we both sat there on the leather couch, shaking. The lights and tv glitched, and flickered, as the sound of helicopters flew over the house.

'Was our dad home?' I asked myself. I shoved Ally off of me and scrambled off of the couch to head to the kitchen. I peered out the window that was located in front of the sink. The coldness of the kitchen tile sent shivers up my legs and up to my neck. Helicopters flew off in the sky and towards the city. Fire erupted in the air by the Empire State Building as multiple car alarms shouted out in harmony. Wind gusted around, throwing rocks and dirt around. The helicopters that had just passed, started shooting at the tall buildings, sending more explosions into the air.

I flinched and jumped from being startled by the sudden outbursts. The tv in living room started ringing obnoxiously as an alarm went off in our house. Our aunt came downstairs with some type of mask on her face and yelled at us to get to the bomb shelter. I scrunched my face in confusion as to why we had to rush to the bomb shelter, but she pushed Ally off of the couch and picked Maggie shelter suddenly switched off.

"I think I just shat myup off of the floor. She shoved them both down the hallway to the basement and I looked down at what I was wearing: pajama shorts and tank top.

"Lets go!" Jeanie commanded, her voice dampened. I blinked a few ties as my mouth hanged open in confusion. I stumbled on my feet at first but I charged towards the basement door with Jeanie behind me. I skipped steps as I went down the stairs and followed my sisters to our dads office.

Ally moved the rollable chair into the corner and went under the desk, lifting up the latch and trap door that would lead into another hallway, then the bomb shelter. One at a time we slipped down into the hole, going down the ladder, and running up the cement hallway. Once we went around the corner, and were at the end of the hallway where a large metal door arrayed, Maggie punched in the emergency code then scanned her finger for identification. The door slowly opened as we all slipped inside and locked ourselves inside.

"Aunt Jeanie, what's happening?" I asked as I sat next to Ally in a corner of the room. Inside our bomb shelter was a giant rack of canned foods and a massive supply of bottled water, a desk with a radio and an old fashioned television. Plastered on one wall was multiple posters of safety tips, which I never understood why they were there.

"The damn apocalypse in happening, bitch! Are you high?" Ally yelled. I glared at her before I slapped her upside her head and she started hitting me.

"Girls, girls!" Jeanie took off her mask, which I soon realized was a gas mask, and sat down in a chair. Maggie threw a bottle of water at Ally and I.

"Retard!" I yelled at her. We both started cursing at each other until the lights in theself." Ally announced. "Ow!" Maggie hit Ally. The alarms still went off and the red flashing emergency lights still strobed. Little did my sisters and I knew that this would be the end of everything.