HOMEMADE DYNAMITE | THE LAST OF US

ZERO. CLOSE YOUR EYES

BOSTON
2003

A silent home would make an average person feel unsafe, it would send shivers down their spine and feel as if someone was watching them from afar.

Chase Clyde hated his house when no one was home, he hated how the wooden floor creaked, or how he could hear the wall clock chime every second. But right now, he liked the silence, it meant he was safe.

The seven year old boy was hiding under his bed, he could only hear a few noises downstairs from their neighbor who broke in and was trying to bite his parents. Sage Clyde took her child in her arms and ran upstairs, hiding the blond under the bed and herself in the closet, just in case.

Chase didn't cry, he didn't want to cry, he wanted to ask what was happening, but his mother had told him to be quiet. Chase wanted his dad with them, he didn't know what was happening with him downstairs, but he could only hear him screaming, he could hear the kitchen and all of the things being thrown around. Then silence, complete outer silence.

"Mom?" Chase whispered peaking his head out the bed. "Mom?" He repeated as he saw his mother putting her index finger over her lips.

"Stay right here Chase, I'll be right back, if you hear anything that's not me, you run, you get out from the window into the trampoline okay?" Sage never liked having the trampoline just outside her son's room, she always worried he would try to jump out the window into the patio this way, but this moment, she hoped it would be a good idea right now.

Chase didn't want to jump out the window, even though he had thought about it before, but honestly, he has been scared of heights, ever since he fell from a second floor at his grandmother's place, he didn't even want to be near an edge.

Sage walked out the room grabbing Chase's baseball bat from the corner, she looked back noticing her child creeping out the bed and being near the window. The older woman walked down the stairs carefully, her slippers making a faint creak, stopping just a second before continuing her way down. "Matthias? Are you there?" She whispered a few times until he reached the first floor, her eyes seeing blood brushed from the living room into the kitchen. Two figures laid on the floor next to the stove, their neighbor Adam whose body was covered in blood and a missing piece of his head, Sage looked next to the body, his husband breathing heavily with a knife laying next to his side.

"I'm okay Sage, where's Chase?" He asked pushing the heavy body off him. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Chase's upstairs but we need to go, whatever is happening we need to leave." Sage searched her husband's body for any type of injury, with no signs of it she grabbed her car keys and screamed for her child to come downstairs.

"Dad." Chase exclaimed running toward his father and wrapping his arms around this waist making the older man loose a bit of balance. "Can we go please?"

Both parents nodded their heads and rushed out to the black family van it wasn't going to be useful but they didn't have another choice. The small suburban neighborhood was chaos, people screamed, fires were started and monsters just like their neighbor were attacking others.

"In the car now Chase." His mother exclaimed when she noticed the child standing at front scared looking at a neighbor ripping the flesh out of another person, the older woman took her child in her arms and entered the vehicle, her husband not hesitating to start the engine and drive off.
People tried to jump onto the moving car, either to stop it or join them asking for help, screaming to take the kid or even their dog. But didn't stop, they had to leave Boston.

"Mommy, what's happening?" Chase asked, he looked out the window noticing how his hometown was crashing down to the ground.

"I don't know baby, I have no idea." Sage smiled gently down at her kid, her left hand turning on the radio and searching for any station that could give some kind of information.