The Day The World Fell Apart

Chapter One

"LAYLA WATCH OUT," my best friend Christian yells at me in a panic. I turn around and what I see is a very pale person walking towards me and growling.   This "person" was very pale with sunken in eyes and two large bite marks on his left arm. He was still wearing a now dirtied pair of brown pants and a white shirt. By this time he was getting closer and closer to me. The more it got close to me the more I was afraid. I was just frozen in fear not knowing what to do with a million thoughts running through my head. In my juvenile mindset, I still believed whatever this thing was now, it was a still a person. I could never kill a person. Before that last thought go through my mind, I was suddenly on the floor. The growling of this fluid creature was drawing closer and closer growing louder and louder. I didn't have a knife because I didn't think I needed one before I left Christian and I's apartment complex. Christian has experience with these type of things. He was an avid knife collector and was learning how to shoot before this whole mess happened. Before I thought I was surely going to die, I hear a squelching sound and something warm splatter on my face. Christian had plunged his knife through the man's skull. He extended a hand to help me up and I gladly accepted it. He pulled me to my feet and gave me a hug. "Layla are you okay," he asked me softly. I nodded and smiled at him. He wiped away the blood that was on my face and gave me a pat on the back. "We gotta teach you to use a knife or shoot. Something," he said while looking through the shelves of the bodega we were at. We were trying to get supplies to take back to our apartment complex. He threw some left over things in my bag that he couldn't fit in his and then I slung it over my shoulder and we headed back to our apartment complex.

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When we got back to the apartment complex my mom was sitting in the living room looking at the T.V. Christian closed the doors behind them and moved the barricade that we had made earlier against the door. "Everything go okay,"my mother asked us. Without thinking, I replied "Yes."  Christian and I moved over the the dining room table where we unloaded our supplies that we got from the bodega. Christian pulled out everything that he got from our bags and set them on the table. As we were sitting down to catch some air, the same alarm that has been playing for two days comes over the TV once again. "This message is for the residence of Denver, Colorado. We have been hearing reports of cannabolistic-like humans eating other residents of Denver and then turning them into cannabolistic-like humans. Please do not try and interact with these individuals as they are dangerous. Please stay inside," the TV blares.  My mother then turns the TV off and looks at us. "What are we going to do," my mothers asks Christian and I. "I don't know Ms. Summers but we'll figure it out. Layla and I promise," he says and looks at me for reassurance. "Yeah we promise Mom," I say and smile. I then put my hand over hers.

For the rest of that night, we sat around until it got to be night. We then ate some of the beans we had left over and then went to sleep.