Apocalypse

When it all began ~part 1~

~Avis perspective~

"Bye mom! I'll see you after school!" I call to my mother.

"I love you hunny! Be safe!" I hear her call back before I leave.

Our neighborhood had always been quiet. We didn't get a lot of cars, and what cars we did get were usually residents that lived there. I liked it this way. It meant not a lot of people bothered me. I met up with my childhood best friend Danny. I'd known him since 3rd grade, and since then the two of us with his cousin Trixy were inseparable. And I had to admit, Trixy was kinda cute. She was one of the sweetest and prettiest girls I knew, and so I may have developed a small crush on her. We started walking to school together and around a quarter out was when it all happened. Screams were heard on the streets, cars crashed and twisted on the road, and gunshots from policemen were fired. We didn't have the slightest idea what was happening, all we knew was something was going down. Danny pulled me into an alley, away from the chaos, and Trixy was clinging to my hand in fear.

"What are you kids doing out here?! You need to-" A policeman was cut off when someone, or rather something pounced on him. A woman with long, messy hair was snarling and biting the policeman, who'd dropped his gun when she pounced on him.

I reacted, picking up his gun and shooting the woman in the head.

"Sir are you-" I began, and I stopped when he snarled at me, lunging for me. I didn't hesitate. Father always said hesitation would get me killed on the battlefield. I lifted the gun and shot the officer in the head. I will admit, I was shocked at myself for shooting him, but I snapped out of it when I realized what was happening. The apocalypse had just begun. Danny must've realized it too, because he pulled me in the opposite direction of the moving crowd, back towards our neighborhood. Trixy followed behind, still gripping my hand.

"Don't you have a lot of guns at your house?" Danny asked hastily, and I could tell he understood the situation clearly.

"Yes, my dad kept them in his room." I responded.

We reached my house, and I opened the door. The car was gone. Mom must've already left. I lead them to my parent's room and we find the guns we need, as well as the ammo. We make sure to stock up, each of us hastily grabbing food, blankets, clothes, water, radios, and medical supplies. Danny also made sure to grab matches and a lighter for when we need a fire. I realize we can't stay here, and we race to catch up with the evacuation. We don't, however. Instead the zombies do. Some escape the chaos and the madness of this massacre, others don't.

"We can't stick around. We gotta go!" I hear Danny yell behind me, and instinctively follow him.

This was the last time I would see my mother in a long time.