Apocalypse Rising: The First Month

Chapter 1: The First Few Moments

I'm jamming items into my duffle bag. All of the things I will need in the future.

"Come on Carly! We need to go!" My dad's voice rings out down the hall way.

I stuff a few more things in my bag. Clothes and money; these are things I will need right?

I zip the duffle bag shut then run down the hallway and into the lounge. I can see my mum in the kitchen stuffing canned goods and preservatives in a sports bag, as well as gas canisters, pots, pans, and all the extra stuff.

The lounge TV is practically shouting out information for us.

"All of the survivors need to make their way to an army camp as soon as possible. " the news reporter says, facing the camera. "These are virus free zones. If you are affected by the virus, do not go to an army camp. Non-virus people only. I repeat, if you are affected by the virus, do NOT go to an army camp. If you have the virus stay where you are and do not leave. I repeat, do NOT leave. Doctors and scientists have said that if you have the virus, you will be foaming at the mouth, and extreme changes of heat. We don't know the reaction for this virus, but nevertheless, stay put if you have these symptoms."

My dad clicks the TV remote and the screen goes blank.

"Come on. We need to leave now." He says.

We half walk half run to the front door. Supportive shoes are lined up by the door. I grab my pair and shove them on my feet.

I pick up my duffel bag then we race to the car and drive the nearest army camp.

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My family and I sit in the car. Not talking. Not moving. The radio is playing quietly. It didn’t play music, but informed us on what was currently happening around the world.

"One whole country is overtaken by the virus."

"Virus is still to hit India"

"US is struggling against odds."

The same repeat. And repeat. And repeat.

We all look around cautiously, then we open the doors and unlock the boot, we pull out our bags and rush inside.

Guards are outside of the door with masks over their faces. None of their skin is showing. Everything is covered. They are holding guns and are eyeing me and my family. They cross the guns over the door when we walk up to them.

"Name, age and we will scan you to see if you have the virus or not, then you can enter." The guard in the left says in a deep voice.

My dad speaks up first.

"My name is Stan Phillip, age, 41" he says, and one of the guards stepped forward and takes a techno scanner from his belt.

“Open your mouth.” The guard says, and dad does what he says. The scanner goes over dad’s mouth and beeps. The guard looks at the scanner and nods his head. “Passed.” The guard says.

"I'm Janet Phillip and aged 39" my mum says. My mum doesn’t need to hear the instructions from the guard to know what to do. She opens her mouth, and the scanner sweeps past her face. It beeps and the guard says ‘Passed’.

"My name is Carly Phillip, and I'm 17 years old" I say, my voice shaking a bit. I open my mouth, and the scanner beam feels warm on my face. It beeps, and a wave of relief washes over me when he says that I passed.

The guard on the left is scribbling all this information onto a piece of paper. When he has finished, he hands the paper to my dad.

"Go inside and give the piece of paper to the receptionist." the person on the right says, and with that they lower their guns and we are allowed to go inside.