Alone

Chapter 1

Sweet Caroline was playing on the radio and I was planting red Dahlias in the back yard while, the rest of my family was inside.
I heard rustling in the bushes but I assumed it was just a bunny or a small squirrel. But it wasn't a bunny or a small squirrel.
It was a man. The man had blood all over his disgusting body.
"Sir, are you okay?" I asked.
He didn't answer but he kept walking towards me and making grunting noises.
"Sir? Do you need some help?" I asked again.
But he didn't answer again. His feet were dragging and kept getting closer to me. Once he got really close to me, he tried to bite me.
I pushed him away and banged on the door.
"Daddy!" I yelled.
I kept banging on the door until my family members heard me. My father came out of the house, running.
"What's wrong Beth?!" He said, worried.
"The man..o-over there..he tried..he tried to bite me." I said scared.
My father goes up to the man slowly.
"Sir?" He asked.
The man starts walking up to my father the same way he did to me. The man tried biting my father but my father stopped him. My father puts his left hand onto the man's shoulder and hanged on the shirt.
The man bit onto my father's left arm and tore his skin off.
"Daddy!" I screamed very loudly.
The rest of my family members ran outside to see what was going on. My sister, Lauren, runs up to the man and stabs him in the forehead.
My father was laying in the grass, bleeding.
I ran up to him and tries to stop the bleeding.
My aunt and uncle went inside to get some bandaids and water while my cousin was listening to the radio.
"Shit..Lauren!..Beth! The hospitals are closed! So is the city! It sounds like sick people are eating the flesh off of everyone!" He yelled at us.
I started to cry not knowing what to do with my father. He was about to die!
"Lauren..what are we going to do?!" I asked her frantically.
She started pacing not knowing what to do either. I looked at my father again..I can see his eyes were drifting and I knew he was about to die.
His head slowly drifts and his eyes closed. His breathing stopped..he wasn't making a sound..not even a peep.
"Daddy?" I asked him gently and crying while holding onto him.
Lauren looks at us and she starts to tear up.
I started crying my eyes out while he was just..laying there. His skin turns pale  and lips were purple. He was as cold as ice.
My aunt and uncle comes out of the house tearing up and my cousin was just watching us..not trying to cry.
"Beth.." my sister said.
I look up at her, crying.
"We should bury him.." she said again.
I didn't say a word..I just kept looking at her. I was really hoping that my father was going to live until he was in his ninety's. But I was wrong..

A few hours go by and we buried my father in the back yard. I was still in shock. I didn't eat or drink or sleep that day.
We all sat in the living room..quietly. We didn't say anything until we heard three car doors. My sister secretly looks out the window and looks confused.
"There are strangers..they are coming up to the house." She whispered.
"What do we do?" I asked her softly.
She looks at us and told us to go in the backyard and hide.
I didn't want to leave her alone..I just lost my father and I wasn't going to loose my sister too.
"I am not leaving you." I said.
She looks at me and tells me to hide under the table and the others to go in the backyard.
We do what we were told and I watched my sister opens the door and there were three men with guns.
"You have to come with us." One of the men said.
I knew that my sister didn't want to go but she also didn't want to die so she did. One man took her outside and watched her while her hands her tied up.
The other two men went inside and looked around to see if there were any more people. They didn't see me though, they must've been too blind to see a sixteen year old girl under a table.
Once they left, I got out from under the table. I started to cry because I had no clue what to do without my sister.
I went outside to the back yard and saw two sick people eating the bodies of my uncle and my cousin. I freaked out seeing their organs out of their bodies but quiet enough that the sick people didn't hear me.
I ran back inside, freaking out, crying, pacing around! I didn't know where my aunt went. I'm not sure if  she ran away and or the men found her and took her too but I knew she wasn't around the house.
I decided to stop panicking and think of what my sister would of done. I think for few minutes.
"Lauren would of stayed here just in case if anybody comes back." I said to myself.
I went to every room in the house and closed the curtains just in case if any sick people see me or strangers. I also locked the back and front doors. I did NOT want to take my chances.
I looked down at my clothes and I was all bloody and dirty. I decided to take a hot shower. The water ran for five minutes then stopped. Then just a few minutes after that the lights went out.
I got out and is confused. I checked the radio to see if there is anting new but nothing. The electricity cut out.
"Shit.." I said softly.
I went into my small bed room and find clothes to wear. I decided to wear blue jeans capris. My shirt was a brown tank top with a long necklace a big rock on the end.
I go out to the mud room and put on socks and these brown dirty boots. I was very nervous about going back outside but if I needed more food or water, I had to go out there.
I unlocks the backyard door and peek. I didn't see the two sick people eating my uncle and cousin. I step outside slowly and then closes the door.
I see my sharp gardening shovel in the grass. I grabbed it and remembered that my sister stabbed the sick person, who killed my dad, with that shovel. I also remembered that my sister stabbed the sick person in the forehead and he wasn't alive anymore.
That's it! That is how you kill the sick people..but I didn't want to kill anyone. I look around and saw my uncle and cousin's bodies. The bodies were destroyed.
I walked out of the drive way to see if there is any sick people and there were none. I walked back to the bodies and I saw one of the sick people. I just stood there and tried not to scream but the thing knew that I was there.
He started walking towards me and I just thought to myself that this is it. I am going to die just like my father.
But then, i couldn't let that happen. I needed to survive for my sister. I walked up to it, fairly. It tried to get the hold of me but I didn't let it. I grabbed my shovel and stabbed it in the forehead about four times.
The sick person fell down, fully dead.
"Oh my god.." I said to myself.
I just killed a person. I just killed a human being! I knew I had to keep doing that to survive. After I killed it, I started walking to a big dirt pile by my house.
I usually go up that dirt pile when something happens and the view was great. I sat down in the dirt, letting my thoughts just roam through my brain and watching the birds fly in the blue sky.
I started tearing up. I was alone on that dirt pile. My sister wasn't there. My father wasn't there. Nobody was there but me.
I saw a sick person come to the dirt pile and tries grabbing me. I just sat there, crying. I grabbed a couple of rocks and started throwing the rocks at the sick person.
"Fuck you!" I yelled while throwing the rocks.
I ran out of rocks and turned around to grab more until I heard a gunshot right next to me..