Getting to Renaize

Chapter 2

                                                                                            TALIA POV

I called Sydney.

All I felt was anxiety as I bounced my leg up and down on the hardwood floor waiting for her to pick up. Then the call failed. Panicking I punched her number into my home phone again. I had rung again and again until on the third ring she picked up. I felt relief flow through me so quickly. She was out of breath and audibly shaking when she picked up. I burst into tears becoming overwhelmed my Mum was dead, my dad was missing and probably was dead, my sister was upstairs groaning with blood dripping from her mouth, but Sydney was OK.

I didn't have the heart to shoot my sister and put her out of her misery instead I was going to live with this guilt forever. Over the phone, I heard Sydney in a panic breathing heavily telling me how her family were all dead. She began sobbing harder when she spoke about her little brother, he was around 11 and they had always been close. She had always been there for him and now he was gone.

This gave me a sense of reality in my situation, ever since I saw my dead mother it felt as though it was a bad dream but it all just came crashing down on me. This was my new reality, and I was going to have to adapt to it.

I told Sydney to meet me at our local park and pack a small bag with a change of clothes. I pack some crackers to take with us because I had no idea when we would be able to eat again and, on the way, out I checked behind me. I saw my mother's body spread-eagled in the living room, ironic isn't it, living room.

I then saw her necklace glinting neck to her; it was her favourite possession we gave it to her for her 40th birthday and she fell in love with it. I took it off her and shoved it into my pocket, I would have time to put it on later.

I saw Sydney at the park eyes red and puffy her whole body shaking, her blonde hair a mess. She looked ridiculously pale and she looked sick. I walked over to her, and we began to check the cars near us for full tanks. We finally found a dark green jeep which seemed to be in good condition and had a full tank so I took the keys out of the glovebox and began to drive.

We drove around the edge of the town for a while before we saw a house that seemed to be relatively abandoned and we decided to stay there for the night. We were both emotional wrecks that night. Less than 12 hours ago we were in class, everything was normal. 12 hours ago I had been rolling my eyes at the squeamish girls dissecting frogs. It all seemed so irrelevant now.

It felt as though I had lost something deep inside of me. Then I thought about my sister. Tears began to well up in my eyes, Sydney had already cried herself to sleep. We had found three rooms within the house.

There was one master bedroom which we were both sleeping in that night in case of an attack not to mention our emotional health. There was also a room with two bunk beds in it which broke my heart all over again because I thought of the kids who would have slept there last night. They are probably dead or bloodthirsty maniacs right now.

There was also a kitchen with a small table in the corner. It was a simple house and was on the very edge of town and faced the woods which we had decided was safest because people were the main problem at this point. We still weren't sure how the zombie virus was spread because we were in close proximity to our family while they had it and we seem to be fine.

We just have to be extremely careful, I can't sleep at all so I decided to go to the cupboards to see what food we can scavenge for the meanwhile. We also need to see if they have a medicine cabinet because maybe something from that will help as a vaccine, I have no idea but it's worth a shot.

I open the first cupboard and see a bottle of scotch and another of whiskey. I decided to wait until tomorrow when Sydney was up to have some of it. We are both underage by a year but at this point, nobody is here to stop us is there.

I then found a basket with all kinds of antibiotics and painkillers in it. I eventually began to get a little sleepy so I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror for the first time since lunch at school that day and I looked shattered, my eyes were puffy, freckles splattered across my nose and brown messy hair. My tan skin was streaked with dirt and blood and I looked like I had just been crying for the last week. There were streaks along my face of where my tears had fallen.

For a second while I looked in the mirror I saw my sister, people did often say we looked similar except I looked slightly older than her. I began to tear up again and decided to head to bed and sleep for tomorrow.

God knows I am going to need my energy to even get out of bed tomorrow.

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Hey guys this is the last chapter I can write for tonight I will start the next one though.