I was sitting in my room when I herd my mom screaming. I went down stairs and I saw my mom pretending to be getting eaten by zombies and my big brothers ( DJ, and Garret) being the zombies.My little brother is sitting on the sofa watching cartoons and his name is Brett. I have a sister too she's bossy mean and thinks she's the queen of the family and she's only 2. Ya I bet your thinking how can you be bullied by a two year old well it's not as easy as it looks, if you don't do what she says she'll tell on you and if you tell the truth she'll wine and boll then you'll get in trouble. My mom is even scared of her cause she tells my mom to do horrible things. Ya she's that mean. Any way her name is Rolanda
"You guys, I'm only 12 and you really have to tease me like this?" I asked
"Uh ya, why do you think we're big brothers?" Asked Garret
"You're right, but what about mom." I asked
"Mom?" Asked DJ
"The boys said that it was part of a play that they had to do, so I wanted to help." Answered mom.
"Really guys, you had to lie to mom?" I asked
"It was the only way to get mom to help us." Answered DJ
A few years later I turned 15, DJ turned 16, Brett turned 6, Rolanda is 5, and Garret turned 17 & my mom well, she's 40. I'm a boy with silvery blond hair, emerald green eyes, & white skin. DJ has brown hair, brown eyes, & tan skin. Brett has blond hair blue eyes & white skin. Garret has brown hair, blue eyes, & tan skin, Rolanda has brown hair, green eyes, & tan skin, and Mom has brown hair, green eyes, & tannish-whitish skin.
There suddenly was a moan.
"Did you just hear something?" I asked.
"Ya, it sounded like... z-z-z-ZOMBIES!!!!" DJ screamed.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!!!
"You don't really think that it could be the zombie apocalypse. Do you mommy?" Asked Brett in a trembling voice.
"I'm afraid so Brett, I'm afraid so." Answered mom sadly.
There was another moan.
"I'm afraid of zombies mommy." Brett said winning. "And dad is there too mommy."
"Yes I see that sweetie." Mom said while tears ran down her cheeks.
Luckily I know how to use a gun. My dad taught me before he left. I was his favorite child.
A zombie got through the door, I jumped in front of my family and shot the zombie.
"Thanks!" Everyone said at the same time.
"No problem." I said happily.
We all went through the town looking for other survivors. We got no luck, we found a fuel can, ripped up and destroyed cars, but no survivors.
"I need another survivor to survive myself." Said Garret in his whiny voice.
"Oh stop worrying about only yourself and start worrying about every one else too."
I don't like it when he acts like he can do or say whatever he wants. It makes me so mad but he can't today cause mom said that I was the boss since I am the one with the gun. My brother thought it wasn't fair but I thought it was pretty fair.
"I'm not doing anything you say." Said Rolanda.
