We ran down stairs and Lesli had just run in. Breathing heavy. She had her hair in a ponytail and a black jacket on with a white tank top. Her jeans were a little scratched up and had blood on the knees of them.
"What happened to you?" I ask running to her as my mom went into the kitchen and grabbed some small snacks and water bottles.
"Whatever the hell that virus was, it got to my neighbors. They jumped on me but I had a kitchen knife with me at the time so I... I stabed Mr.Morgan..." she finished looking down.
"Oh my God..." I say covering my mouth. I put my hand on her shoulder.
"We can't stay here much longer. Here, catch." My mom says and tosses us each a pistol and a tool belt. "Gear up." And she pushes a button under the counter on the island and the counter top flips. Tons of weapons come up knifes, shotguns, first aid kits, ammo if all sorts.
"When did we get all this?" I ask.
"Remember the night we came home and your father went straight into the kitchen? That's when we first found out about this and everyone at the lab did the same thing we did. Loaded up until we were positive we couldn't cure it."
"Really? And you didn't tell me? I could've helped!"
"Sara. Don't raise your voice or they'll hear you and they'll come for us. And calm down, you're over reacting."
"Ugh. Whatever. We are not done talking about this." I sigh and grab a few knifes and small first aid kits and put them in my belt. Lesli does the same but gets more ammo. I eye a bow and arrows and grab them. "Have you heard anything from Sam or Jak?" I ask looking at the radio.
"Nothing really
