I The Outbreak

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"Erick! Erick get the fuck up!" I slowly open my eyes and blankly look around the room. I can still hear my father yelling from downstairs "Erick get the fuck up we're leaving!" He yells furiously as he runs around the house. "Alright you old bastard just shut up!" I yell back as I get up and put a t shirt and a pair of jeans on and walk downstairs. "What the hell?" I whisper in confusion as I see families running out of their homes and choppers flying past our neighborhood. I pull out my earbuds and instantly I hear gunfire in the distance along with people screaming, then the smoke came.

Smoke burned my nostrils as the fumes emerged from the kitchen then I see the whole living room is on fire along with our cabinets and half of the right wall. In fear I run outside only to see something worse. Innocent people were being shot in the streets and people were eating each other, I almost felt sorry for them until someone attacked me. Pale bloody skin hanging off of their face like an old man.
They lunged at me, but I quickly moved away and grabbed a bat from our front porch and continuously bashed him on the leg until it dropped and delivered one final blow to the head expecting him to stop advancing...only it wouldn't stop, no matter how many times I hit it it wouldn't even get knocked out until I kicked his head and it went flying right off of his spine.
I stood there horrified of what I had done, until my father came and killed 2 more and handed me a shotgun and a 9mm then ordered me to get the rest of the guns and put them in our white Explorer, so I ran inside and filled my arms with as much ammunition and guns as I can carry then placed them in the car. As I step into the vehicle out of the corner of my eye I saw a hand grab my shoulder and before I could react he throws me out of the car yelling "I'm sorry about this!" As he pulls out a revolver and attempts fire a shot into my leg. Adrenaline pumping, I quickly got up and gripped his throat before he got a chance to start the car. Repeatedly I bashed his face onto the headrest as he tries to shoot me once more, the bullet barely grazing my side. With my hands still wrapped around his throat I pull him out of the car and pressed my arm into his neck, crushing his throat between my arm and body. I grab his machete and repeatedly strike his stomach, splitting it open, with immense fear and adrenaline filling my body I continued to hack away at his stomach until the machete stabbed into the ribs which sent a painful shockwave up my arm which forced me to stop and realize the man I was hacking away at was my father's best friend. What the hell is going on? I drop him and stare at my bloody arms and body. His machete shining with blood against the blood red morning sky. It happened in an instant, the windows of my small home shattered and flames flooding out with them. "Mom!" I yell as I ran towards the flaming door. Once inside the burning building I see my mother and father rushing out of the living room carrying more supplies. I urge them to hurry up and get out of the house as I run up to them for help. Before I was able to take another step into the door, the pillar holding up part of the ceiling tilted and fell on my mother. "Mom!" I ran up to her, my eyes wide open, constantly trying to grab a place where there's no flames so I could lift the pillar up. I burn my hand and try to lift the pillar. I look down to check on my mother and see blood emerging from her waist and mouth, mouthing "I love you", tears filled my eyes as she reaches for my hand and nods to it with what little strength she has left. I look into her hand as the house burns and slowly collapses around us and my father desperately tries to pull me away from her, in her small fragile hand I saw a small chain with a metal star hanging from it. She smiled, caressed my cheek and was gone "No! Mom! Please don't go! Mom!" I screamed, my vision being clouded by tears as my father drags me out of the room. Her limp hand dropping to the ground as I'm pulled away

My father then puts me in the car, his arm and clothes covered in ash. "Start the car! We gotta get out of here!" He yells as he grabs some rifles off of the ground and throws them in the back seat. He tries to hop inside the back but as he gets in, he's attacked by 2 of those crazy fuckers. I saw one of them bite his shoulder, tearing the flesh and exposing his dark crimson blood, he yelled in agony as he throws one off and kills the other. He struggles getting in and is swarmed. Multiple just show up from behind the car and under it as he's being surrounded and more bite marks are carved into his body. "Go! Fucking drive! Now!" He yells as he constantly wrestles with them. I do as I'm told and start to drive, hoping he's holding onto the back door. After driving down the small country roads I see multiple being being torn apart by these...things. Houses filled with screams kids running away from their parents. I tried to help them but I couldnt. I keep driving until we're safe then I pull over and immediately look back at my father. He wasn't there. "Fuck! Useless piece of shit!" I yell at myself as I punch the steering wheel and tears fill my eyes while constantly yelling and cussing. I make the mistake of punching the horn which sounded off loudly and activated the air bag. It catches me off guard and all I see is darkness.

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