Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee (BEING REWRITTEN TO OC)

1 ~ Lost

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We'll meet again

Don't know where

Don't know when

But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

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"What do we do?" Rosanna's mother exclaimed when the broadcasts were discussing the epidemic.

It's been nearly a week since the news started speaking about a virus that causes people to crave human flesh.

"Wait it out. Nothing much we can do from here." Her dad answered.

"Shouldn't we just head home? It's only a twelve-hour drive." Bellamy, her fraternal twin brother said.

Rosanna is twenty. She is a sophomore in college at the University of Florida.

Her and her family were on a vacation to Atlanta when the whole thing started.

This trip was one last family gathering before school started back up in late August. Today was supposed to be the day they started their drive back home.

"Maybe we should just stay here. School might get delayed because of this. The roads are probably packed. It would take us two days to get back over the boarder." Rosanna pitched in.

"I agree. We should go to the store and try to get some supplies just in case. Who knows if the water and power will get shut off?" Dad said.

That was their first mistake.

The four of them left their hotel room in the middle of the city and made their way towards the local grocery store. They decided it was easier to walk because the roads were too crowded.

When they got to the store, it was a mad house. People everywhere. Food on the floor. Fighting. Robbing. People were losing it.

"Ellise. Keep a close eye on the kids. I'm going to search some aisles." Her dad said, splitting off from the others.

"Be careful Alex." Ellise called after him.

That was the second mistake.

"Mom. What do we do?" Bellamy asked quickly moving out of the way as two men ran out the store with arms full of cans.

"Just stay close." She puts an arm on the backs of both and gently nudges them through the mass of hysteric people.

Rosanna glances around the store but can't see her father anywhere. The fighting has picked up and she sees mothers protecting their young kids from the violence.

Just when you think nothing can get worse, a gunshot rings out. Then another. Then another.

It's insanity. People are rushing out of the store in herds. Rosanna grabs onto her brother's arm and pushes him down one of the already empty aisles.

This was the third mistake.

She looks back to where they just came but doesn't see her mother. "Mom?" She calls out. No reply.

Screams are echoing throughout the building and then silence. Then, just faintly, growling. Rosanna peeks around the aisle they're in and sees it.

A man. No. Not a man. A thing. Rotten flesh is peeling off his face. He has a large chunk of flesh missing on his neck. He limps around, growling.

She gasps and yanks her head back but it's too late. It saw her. It starts creeping towards them.

"Oh god. Oh god." Bellamy whispers.

The rotting man gets closer and closer until it's less than two feet from the set of twins. It starts to reach out for Rosanna, and she backs away, terrified.

Bellamy steps in front of her, protecting her. "Hey, just step back, man."

Rosanna suddenly stops when she sees another rotting man approaching their aisle from behind.

They're surrounded.

Just when she thinks that she's about to be torn apart, a gunshot rings out and the rotter falls to the ground.

Rosanna's eyes widen at the store clerk standing in front of her holding a smoking pistol. He shoots the decaying man that has gotten closer to her brother before ushering them to him. "C'mon let's go!"

Without hesitating, Rosanna grabs ahold of Bellamy's arm and follows the man who just saved their lives. As they are approaching the door of the building, her brother is ripped away from her grasp due to the mass of people trying to exit also.

She glances back but can no longer see his head of curly hair. "Wait!"

The man who saved her turns around.

"My family is still in there!"

"It's too late for them. If we go back in there, we will die."

"No! I'm gonna find them." She says, attempting to go back inside but getting shoved to the ground as more people push their way out of the store, frantically shouting.

She looks up and understands why.

Three of those rotters are approaching.

The mysterious clerk holds out his arm to her. "We have to go. I'm sorry."

Rosanna takes one look back at the store before turning to him. Tears swell in her eyes as she grabs onto his hand, standing up.

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