When i found out that my mom was pregnant at 48, i freaked. I had a boyfriend that was an OB once, so i knew how risky pregnancies that late in life were.
I couldn't stomach the idea of losing my mother to some baby i would have to raise. I thought i would hate it. It would've killed my mother, and i would be stuck with it.
I could've never been so wrong.
My mother gave birth to a beautiful babygirl on October 12th, sharing her birthday with the new addition to their family. Our mother was healthy after the birth, but then a few days later she took a turn for the worst and she passed away.
My father and i were wrecked with grief. We had decided to name the baby after her since she hadn't had the chance to name her herself.
Catya.
My father fell ill a few months later, and before i knew it i was raising my little sister all on my own.
I hadn't imagined having to raise her through the apocalypse though.
My father passed away the following year, and Catya and I were left alone. The day of the outbreak was just any other day, until Catya opened the door.
"Catya, come on, you have to get up." I shake her from her bed.
"Go away Leon." She waved her hand lazily in my face. I chuckled at her tired little face.
"You have school, come on." I encourage her, pulling her arm. She throws a balled up fist in my direction, which i easily dodge with a chuckle. "Fine, you asked for this."
I picked her up off of her bed and threw her over my shoulder.
"Put me down Leo!" She squealed, squirming in my hold as i put her down in the kitchen, her bowl of cereal sat before her.
"Eat and then go get dressed, we have to go." I ruffled her hair, going to get myself dressed.
By the time she was ready to leave, I had heard a knock at the door. It wasn't a coordinated knock, it was lazy, as if someone had walked into it.
Of course, Catya being the nosey girl she is, she opened the door. I heard an ear piercing squeal, and then the smell hit me in the face so hard i almost passed out.
I grabbed the knife on the counter and ran in the direction of the front door, finding a man attacking my baby sister, growling.
"Catya!" i jumped into action, slashing the man in the neck with the knife in my hand. His attention was pulled towards me, away from Catya. "Run!"
She did as i had said, running up the stairs and away from the ruckus. It was only then that i realised the blood around his mouth, and the fatal looking head wound he sported.
And even with the blood pouring from his neck, he kept coming for me. He should've been dead, but he was still walking.
If only i had known what i know now.
I ran into the kitchen, grabbing the keys to my locker box from the dish. My hands were manically shaking, the adrenaline setting in as i pushed the keys into the box mounted on the wall.
That thing was getting closer and closer by the second, and the key seemed to be jammed in the lock, it wouldn't move.
And then it was grabbing my shirt, it's nails digging into my shoulder. I yelled out in pain, the blood dripping down my arm as i finally got the box unlocked. I pulled out the pistol within, took off the safety and shot it point blank in the head.
It finally went down, and it didn't move again. I ran upstairs, calling out my sister's name in the hallway. I eventually found her curled up in her closet, she was scared to tears.
