Time

Part 1

Time. The thing more precious than pearls and the thing we would do anything to get more of. Too bad, for us, time is short. Some people have shorter times than others, some may even have longer. Time varies and maybe one day, time will end itself. No one will ever know when their time will be up, until this very moment in time.

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 ~~ Part One

"What do we do?" I ask my mum, clueless of where to go or what to do. The helicopters sound above us, flying helplessly. No one is going to make it out alive on one of those. Mum paces around the room, not long now until our time will be up. My little sister Kelli cries under the table, she is one for not being able to handle loud noises and stressful situations, one problem- this problem doesn't seem to be ending any time soon. I race to the window, pulling open the curtain slightly. I take a few deep breaths before looking out. Bright lights are circling the area, the helicopters. I sigh; they still haven't found a place to land. "Skye!" Kelli shouts from the kitchen, I close the curtain and race back into the room to see my mum nowhere in sight. "Kelli, where's mum?" I ask, jogging in to the lounge room and back. I look at my sister to see her pointing to the front door. I turn my back slowly to see that the front door was slightly opened. I cover my mouth to try to control myself from screaming. I look back to my sister who is now standing in front of me. "She told us to run out the back." She mumbles through sniffles. I should've known my mum was going to play hero and go on a suicide run to 'protect us'. I squeeze my eyes shut to prevent myself from crying. Why would she do that? Well it is obvious; she is our mother after all. She just wants us to be safe. I grab my sister's arm and face her to the direction of her bedroom. "Go put some clothes in your backpack, we're leaving soon" I demand her. She nods her head repetitively before running off to her room. I grab a bag and head to the kitchen to pack some canned food and drinks. Just in case, I packed a few sharp knives. At the thought of using a knife, I remembered my dad having a katana in his room. My eyes widen at the idea and before I knew it, I was running up the stairs to their bedroom. I open the door to see it staring me right in the eye. Sure enough, there it was in its holder. I kind of wished my mum took it with her but obviously the thought didn't cross her mind or she left it here for me. I grab the katana and put it on my back. It is going to take a while to get used to the weight of it. I look in my mum's mirror to see a new person looking back at me. I'm preparing for the worst, if anything I am a protector for my little sister, a warrior. I smile a bit to myself before leaving the room, my time was ticking. I run across the hall to my bedroom to pack a few bits including my clothes and our family album, there is no way I am leaving it here. I look at my phone sitting on my bedside table; there is no service so there is no point bringing that with me. I walk out the room, turning my head back slightly. Goodbye my room, oh how much I am going to miss my bed and Netflix.

"Ready?" I ask my sister impatiently, she nods but immediately shakes her head instead. "What now?" She points to the toilet and I grunt impatiently. I just want to get out of here. She runs to the toilet and takes a few seconds before running back. I pass her, her teddy bear, reassuring her that I will look after her. She made me promise her that she will be safe but I know deep down that I can't. We head out the back door, not to draw too much attention to ourselves. It would be terrible if those things heard us. I may have forgotten to mention but the reason we have to leave our homes and the reason my mum went on a suicide run was because there is a bad disease going around that is unknown. No doctors, scientists and specialists could figure it out so here everyone is, either dead or alive, trying to save themselves from the walking dead. Never have I believed in the zombie apocalypse until this day, never. I still feel like this is a dream that I will wake up to sooner or later. But that's not the case. I could be pinching myself thousands of times and still be stuck in reality. There is no escaping what the world has come to now.