The Survival.

Chpt 3- The Journey.

    Beep beep beep beep.

    Off goes the alarm and off the bed I slowly go. I rolled out of bed stretching and yawning. I went to turn off the alarm before it could go off again. It read 5:30 AM, I don't see why I we have to get up so early not like time will make a real difference. I heard Nermal making a weird meowing, it sounded..aggressive? I turned to see Varvara. In my apartment, in my room and on my floor. As it turns out Nermal does not like her which is odd I thought he would. I went over and pet Varvara for a second before I started to get my things together for the trip as I was too lazy to do them last night. I packed my clothes, my laptops, books and notes on the genetic mutants and some of Nermals toys. I didn't really have much in my room so I didn't have a hard time packing like my sister did. i walked in on her deciding if it was worth it to take her one stuffed animal or pack more clothes. I gave her my extra bag to put some of her stuff in since I wouldn't need it. I helped my mom pack up some food and load up the cars. The only real problem we had was that there are 8 of us, plus Max and Nermal, and we only had tow cars, a small RV and Juda has a motorcycle which he is refusing to leave behind. My job was to load everyone's bags up and figure out how was this going to work. Frank and Susie said that Nermal can go with them in their RV so I wouldn't have to worry about him really getting car sick. Juda has decided himself to attach a trailer to the RV in case it rains or something like that. I couldn't really understand him mumbling. My mom and dad said they'd take their van since it had a full take of gas. My sister would stay with my mom and dad in the van packed with our stuff. So that left me and Elijah with my dad's Honda Civic. Now to just get everyone's things to fit in the damn trunks. Why does my sister need to bring her makeup and straightener? Why does my mom feel it's necessary to bring the photo albums? Why in the world would my dad care about his quarter collection? I have no idea but they brought this useless stuff anyways. I kept mumbling to myself how stupid it was that he brought his quarter collection Elijah came out with his bags and laughed at me.

"Ahah, He brings it not for fun but because when we are at safety we might as well make the place feel like home. What better way than to bring something that makes you happy? Surely you have brought something that makes you happy??" He asked.
   I looked at my stuff realizing I didn't bring anything like that, unless you count Nermal.

"You should bring something like they have. It will be good for you when we get there. Hope is always a good thing." He said as he packed his bags in the car we were taking.
     I started to walk into the apartment building but turned around to look at all the Inku's stretching out getting ready to run. I went to my room and looked around but nothing really stuck out to me. I went through a lot  of my things as quickly as I could as it was going on 6 am and we were leaving soon.. Who knows when we would come back here..If we ever would. If I don't come back here, what would I miss? I looked around..Then I remembered. I practically dived to my bed and started to take things out from under it. It didn't take long for me to find what I was looking for. A journal my great grandma gave me on my 16th birthday. She told me to write about my life as a successful genetic mutant scientist and to make sure I jot down every thought, idea, and dream I had as it would some day make an excellent book for her to read. She had such high hopes for me really. I almost feel bad that she isn't with us today. Almost. If she was here that would honestly be terrible. I know it's not a good thing to think but most of the old people were probably ones to go first because they aren't fast nor can fight a mutant away. But this is it. This is what I need to take on our journey to the Facilities and even once we get there. I will have so much to write about. For anyone who is still alive and out there maybe in the future people will be reading what I write. If we are still alive I am sure that there are others. I looked in the box that I had the journal in..As it turns out my great grandmother bought me a journal every year for the past 9 years. All different colors and designs. I'm sure this is because writing was her favorite thing to do and when she started to get arthritis it made her upset that she couldn't write all the time. I got up with the box of journals with no words and headed down to the cars. Everyone had their things packed and was ready to go. Juda was on his bike starting it up, the Inku's were all up and ready to go, my mom was arguing with my dad on who would drive and my sister was already in the van listening to her music. I went to Susie and Frank's RV to check on max and Nermal. Susie approached me with a slightly worried face.