Invasion

Chapter 1

7 years (and two weeks) later...

I woke up to my mom shaking me. "Mom?" I asked groggily. The shaking stopped. When she didn't answer I rubbed my eyes and looked at her. She was super worried. "Mom?" I said, louder. She then looked straight at me. I can see the terror in her eyes. I look down so as not to see the screaming in her eyes, but then all I see are my trembling hands. So I just look at the picture on the wall of my dad. I can't see the worry and fear on my moms face yet, bit I can wait to for her to tell me what to do.

"Zombies."

"Be quiet." I froze. Oh god no. no. no. no. no. no. no. Not again. My mom's voice shook me out of my thoughts. "Kayla, get up. Go out the back door and run." I started getting up, and she handed me our emergency backpack. I was scared out of my mind.

It held a flashlight, a small blanket, a taser, and food that could last about three days. If rationed correctly.

"Find them." My eyes widened. "Who?" Her only response was "You know." And she was right, I did. But there was no way they weren't turned... or worse.

There was a crash coming from the general area of the kitchen, so I couldn't ask again. My mom looked hurriedly behind her. "Go." I started moving towards the back door when I turned around. "What about you?"

She took a breath. She looked like she was about to cry. "I'll be fine, birdie. I'll be fine."

Don't you dare. Don't do it. "You'll be fine." Not without you. But I didn't say that. I had a feeling she was trying to convince herself as much as she was trying to convince me. Maybe more. "We'll meet at the school tomorrow."

I turned around without hugging her. I slip my shoes on and with a final parting wave, I whispered under my breath, "Tomorrow."

...

I walked out the door. I didn't look back. I couldn't. I heard another crash. Tomorrow. That was how long I needed to last.

I couldn't cry though. There was no point, I told myself.

I started running. I didn't know where, but all I could do was run. And I didn't stop. Soon my legs were aching, and my lungs were burning. I stopped.

Looking around, I walked to the shadows. Staying out in the open street was a bad idea. Even if I had a gun. Which, you know, I don't. I only have a taser, that is likely to run out of batteries very soon.

Taking in my surroundings, I realized that I was by an old church. We learned about it in school. It got closed because of oil damage a couple of years ago. This place was toxic Before. I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been.

I forgot what it was called, and the letters were already faded. I know it was connected to a school, both buildings were old and crumbly. The halls look dark even though the sun was out and shining. It would give me cover but others as well. There was only one decision though. I had to be here if... no when my mom got here. That didn't stop it from scaring me of the tings that might lurk. Even though the terror was near overwhelming, I still walked in.

The doors were too old to even lock, so I wasn't really worried about that. What I was worried about were the monsters creeping inside.

I wasn't just scared of the zombies. I feared the things that would follow them. Hunters. Kidnappers. But worst of all, other people. They could capture me or feed me to zombies or even sell me to the rich so they could get off this God forsaken island. I should be scared of the people that can kill me, but to me, death is better than being forced to play the rich's little games.