Our Survival

Part 1 Hell Begins 

Chapter 1

Darkness, nothing but darkness. There wasn't the slightest sound nor sight of anything. All there was, was pure darkness. The windows were boarded up to the last crack, and the doors were locked up tighter than Alcatraz. This shelter we were in was suppose to keep us safe. Safe from them, from the outside. But this safe house didn't feel safe at all. We couldn't look outside to see what was happening; to see how many were out there. We couldn't even tell if our parents were back. All we did was sit in this hellhole of a shelter and wait. Wait for something, anything.

It had been 2 and a half months since the virus outbreak was announced in China, and its been 4 weeks since it got to America. Only 4 weeks and already more than 60% of the US was already filled with those things. I already lost most of my family and friends. My parents and my sister are all I had left. But I didn't know where my parents were. They had gone off to get supplies which had been 3 hours ago. I didn't know why they left me there with my little sister and a crappy old shotgun that could hardly keep together let alone shoot straight. But all we did was wait. For what really to see our parents break through the door, torn up and bloody at the mouth. Just to see them stares at us with white blank lifeless eyes. But what else could we do; go out on our own: with no food, shelter, or supplies. Ya might as well ring the fucking dinner bell for those things out there. All we could do was sit in this dark silent void and wait for something to happen.

"Geo" my little sister broke the silence. "Do you think mom and dad are going come back".

I brought closer to me and held her. "I'm not sure Tori. All we can do now is hope there on their way home".

My little sister Victoria. She was only 14, 2 years younger than me. We never really got along. We'd have fights, she'd tell on me for kissing my girlfriend all that normal sibling stuff. I remember my mom saying it would take the end of the world to make us fighting. Of course she was right.

My poor sister she didn't deserve this. Girls her age are suppose to be worrying about boys and pimples and all that shit, not worrying about something breaking into our home and tearing her apart. I wanted something more for her, I didn't want this sort of life for her. But alas that choice was out of my control. However I swore that I would do whatever I can to protect her from ever psycho that tries to harm her until to the point I die.

All of the sudden we heard a bang on the door. My sister dug her nails into my arm drawing blood. As I held back the urge to scream like a sissy girl. I raised my gun at the door and once again we waited

"Honey please can you hurry up and open the door".

Finally my parents! I could finally take a breath of relief and for once I thought things were starting to go right. I felt hope, something people were losing now a days (I wonder why). Victoria let go of my arm but only slightly. She looked at me but not with any expression of hope.

"Mom doesn't sound right"

In all my excitement I didn't take into any consideration why it took my parents 3 hours to get to a store only 20 minutes away, and why she sounded so shaky, or why I didn't hear my dad. I began to walk to the door my gun still raised and my sister still gripping my arm. I grabbed the door knob and slowly unlocked and opened it.

My mother toppled in and fell to the ground. As she hit the ground I noticed there were several bags full with food. Food we've been so low on food I thought we wouldn't last the week, but now we wouldn't have to starve and I felt hope again. Then I looked at my mom she looked pale almost blank white. Then I saw the blood a lot of it trailing from her arm.