I've got my own secrets... and they're pretty strange

Wandering through the haze

  My feet ached. They burned with the seemingly endless hours that I spent walking. My legs were on the verge of giving out, but I still pushed myself on, forcing my already beaten down body to continue on my long, hopeless trek.
  As I press on, my body shivers and trembles, the sky starting to darken as I look up into the great unknown ahead of me. I struggle to hold my head up to look where I'm going, struggling to even breath correctly because of my lack of rest. My eyes flitter closed as my weary legs drag the ground, almost like the zombies that now infest the land, covering every town, city, state, and continent.
  My body trembles worse as I think back to how this all started, finally letting my legs give out underneath me. I fall to my knees and let out a weak cry of pain, my hands clenching and my nails digging into the earth beneath my hands, tears brimming my eyes.

*Flashback*

  "Cherry! Come help your father! He's just gotten back from his business trip, and you know good and well that he's going to need your help with all the crap he's brought back!" My mom. Her voice was thick with excitement and enthusiasm, making her sound like a child.
  I giggled like a child myself, which wouldn't be to far off, since I was 12, and flipped my copy of an old Animorph book closed. "I'm coming mom! What did he bring us?" I yell, with just about as much enthusiasm, making my mother giggle back at me.
  "We'll have to see dear. Lets go help, and just maybe he'll surprise you with a toy or something." She peeks into my room from the door, and smiles at me. "Maybe he got something for your birthday." She disappears back around the corner of the door, laughing softly.  
  I finally jump off my bed and stumble toward my door, my legs throbbing and tingling from being crossed underneath my body. I cling to my doorframe and wait until my legs wake back up, the whole time, a large grin stretching my face.
  When I stumble out of my room, I find myself in an empty hallway, that leads into a large living room. I head there, and then head towards the door that provides us with protection from the outside world.
  As I reach out to turn the knob on the door, I stop, and blink a few times, suddenly being overcome with a strange but powerful urge to go back to my room. I wiggle my fingers, staring at the door handle with an intensity that looked the same as when I stare down a math word problem that I just couldn't figure out.
  My insides twist slightly when I finally wrap my small hand around the shiny nob, and turn it, a cold, December wind slinking and brushing in through the small opening I created. I slowly push the feeling away, pushing the door open further, and look out into the driveway to see my dads truck parked in the drive.
  The chilled air brushes over my face and body as I step out of the house, shutting the door behind me, and ignores the strange feeling when it comes back to hit me again, this time, harder than the last.
  "Dad? Mom?" I yell this with a questioning tone as I slink toward my dads truck, noticing that the driver side, and passenger side doors are open, but no one is around.
  I slowly creep around the truck and pause, when once again, I am hit with a strong sense that tells me to get away from this area. I try to shake it off again, but it only makes it intensify as I continue slinking around his truck, walking toward the back.
  As I get closer, I hear a small groan and whimper, both of which make my hair stand on end. I pause again and gulp before I walk the last few feet to the back of the truck.
  When I turn the corner, I freeze and my eyes go wide, my right hand clinging onto the tailgate to keep me from falling.
  On the ground was both my mother and father, my dad having pinned my mom down by the crease of her elbows, her small, pale hands clenched into tight fists, her legs twitching as she struggles to move under his body. Her mouth hangs open and tears run down her face as he leans over her, his face pressed against her neck.
  I inch closer and reach out to grab the back of my dad's shirt to pull him off of her, my hand trembling like its got a shake weight attached to it.
  As I'm just about to grab the back of his shirt, I stop, and pull my hand back, my eyes wide.
  That body heat. The way it radiates off of him in the cold, chilled air. That definitely was not normal. It felt like I had just put my hand over a heater in a room that was -36 degrees.
  As I started to back away, my trembling breaths amplified in my panic, resulting in a jerk of my fathers body. He lifted his head up and turned towards me, revealing dark, flushed cheeks, bloodshot eyes, and a blood stained mouth. He let out a long moan of recognition and slowly stood, leaving my mother trembling beneath his figure. My eyes flickered from his bloodstained mouth back to my moms bloodied, dripping neck, my mind struggling to comprehend what was happening.
  "D..daddy?" I let out shrill cry as he stumbles toward me, his right arm slowly extending out to try to grab the front of my shirt. My breathing now comes in gasps as my brain still tries to process exactly what has happened, and is happening. "D..daddy! P..please! Stop! Y..your scaring me!" I screech as he suddenly lunges for me, wrapping his paled fingers around my throat and lifting me up from the ground.
  His hungry bloodshot eyes glare into my own hazel eyes that are brimming with tears. He opens his mouth and lets out a sadistic growl, tightening his hold on my throat, making me choke for breathes. "Da...d...dy..." My small hands grip his arm as I gasp and struggle to breathe.
  "PUT HER DOWN!"
  I'm suddenly dropped from my father's grip when he receives a blow to the side of his head with a baseball bat. When he drops me, I look up to see my mother holding the bat, struggling to even hold herself up, her eyes in the beginning fazes of turning completely bloodshot.
  "R..run..." She mumbles, dropping to her knees and letting the bat slip from her grasp. I whimper in fear and confusion as I pick myself up from the ground, and gulp, looking between my mother and father.
  My father was starting to stir again, the left side of his head caved in and bleeding profusely. My mother on the other hand, was still slowly dripping blood, her breathing shallow as she falls beside my father on her side, then to her back.
  I stumble back from the two as my eyes go wide with complete shock as I realized what I just witnessed.
  "Z..zombies.... M..my parents... are... z..zombies...." My breathing shallows further as I turn to run, tears rimming my eyes again.
  "Oh god... This can't happen... Please make this all be a dream... Please!" I scream in my head as I tear away from the scene of my bloodied and diseased parents. "Please..."

*End flashback*

I sit curled up on the ground, the temperature slowly dropping as the sun goes down and my mind finally trails back to reality. I take slow, shallow breathes, my eyes blurry with tears and visions of a horrid memory.
  As I slowly recollect myself, and begin to observe my darkening surroundings, I take deep breaths to calm myself, like I've had to do so many times before.
  "Alright Cherry.... You can do this... Stay strong... You're on your own, and we need you to be strong for us... Do it for us Cherry... We know you can." My eyes swim with tears as I envision my parents standing beside me, my dad's hand resting on my shoulder as he gives me comforting words.
  "I..I'll do my b..best... I..I'll survive for you... I'll make sure I do..." I close my eyes, letting a few tears roll down my cheeks, raising my hand across my chest to rest on my right shoulder, where my dad's hand lay. "I'll do it... for you..."