The smell of pancakes and bacon draw me out of bed and into the kitchen. My mom is sipping coffee at the table while reading the paper, and dad is flipping his all- famous pancakes wearing a "Kiss the Cook!" apron.
"Morning, Zarah," Mom says.
"Morning," I mumble.
After taking a seat at the table, I can't help but overhear the news blasting on Dad's vintage radio.
A disastrous disease has swept the nation overnight, over one million people have already died. Doctors and officials have not given much information, but they advise staying indoors and wearing scrub masks whenever possible.
"How terrible," Mom says, "I overheard at the store that people on the west side have been passing faster then people can count"
Dad grunts and puts a fresh plate of pancakes next to me. Then he sits down and puts his head on the table.
"I'm not feeling very well" Dad says. Mom looks at him, as do I. Terror is expressed on both of our faces.
"Are you okay?" Mom asks after a short while, not bothering to cover the anxiousness in her voice.
Dad doesn't answer.
"Darrell?" Mom touches his shoulder, but instantly recoils. I touch him too. He is freezing, as cold as ice.
Mom lifts his head up. Blood runs from his mouth, nose and ears, his eyes are hazy.
I scream, and my stomach empties. Everything turns black.
a/n: Yes! It is true! New story!!!!!!! I hope you guys enjoy it, but just be warned that the chapters are very inconsistent. I just update whenever I feel like it. Please don't be afraid to comment/vote!
-Abbi
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