Down The Dark Road

Chapter 1

                   Gun shots rang out through the air. The Dead dropped one by one, but I was badly out numbered. I pulled the trigger until I ran out of bullets. I left my other round at camp. I stuffed my gun in the waist band of my jeans, and took  off.  I ran down the street,  only to be blocked off by cars. I could climb on top of the cars, but the gas has been sitting there for two years, it could explode if I'm not careful enough.  I don't  have enough time to make my decision, within seconds The Dead are upon me.

. . .

2 Years Ago

        

                                           "Dad?"  I rubbed my eyes. Dad and Mom had a worried look on their face, they had turned my bedroom light on and entered my room. "What's going on? It's the middle of the night."

"Amelia, darling, pack anything you can. There's been...an outbreak." Mom's voice cracked, she seemed scared. What  would she be scared of? What outbreak? Before she could break out into tears, she left the room.

I turned to Dad. His blue eyes were red and he had bags under his eyes. Had he not slept? "Dad, what's wrong? You guys are acting weird."

He shook his head. "We don't have time to talk, Amy," Dad had always called me Amy, short for Amelia, it drove Mom crazy, "If I wanted to name her Amy I would have."  Dad took a step forward. "Please hurry, I'm not sure how much time we have left. They'll be here soon." He left before I could say anything. So I did as I was told. I threw off my covers and grabbed my sleepover bag. I stuff all my my clothes into the bag, along with my tooth brush, tooth paste, and hair brush. All of a sudden the lights went out, and my mother screamed. "Amelia! Hurry!" I took my bag and raced down the stairs, trying to make sure I wouldn't fall. My parents are in the kitchen, my eyes adjust to the dark and I see their  silhouettes.

"They cut the electricity, we're on our own now." Dad fishes out a flashlight from his pack and turns it on. There are sirens in the distance and you can see lights from the window. Glass breaks somewhere in the house and Mom jumps. "Get to the car," Dad whispers, "I'll meet you there."

"John." Mom starts, but Dad cuts her off. "Just do it." Dad snaps. Dad has never snapped at us, I'm not sure what's going on, but it must be serious. Mom grabs my arm and we sneak out the back door.

"Mom, what's going on? What outbreak? Where are we-"

"Shhh! Amelia, not now. Please not now."

The car was already unlocked when we got there, we had to wait for Dad. I waited anxiously with Mom, her fear was starting to rub off of me. It seemed to be quiet, that was good. Right?

I waited too soon. Someone banged against the window next to me. I flashed my phone flashlight to get a better look, and I wish I hadn't. A man, or what use to be a man,  bit at the window, banging it, trying to get in. He grunted, his skin covered in sores, some sort of yellow liquid dripped from his mouth. It was something out of a horror movie. More came, surrounding the car.

   Dad ran out of the house, with one of those monsters right behind him. "Go! Get out of here!" he yelled. The monster behind him grabbed his arm, but he elbowed it hard in the nose. He turned back to us, "GO!" Mom started the engine and began to pull out of the driveway. "We can't leave him!" I turned to Mom. "Amelia, we have no choice. He can take care of himself, we can only hope we can find him again."

As Mom drove off, I watched my father try to fight off the monsters, but it was no use. They tackled him to the ground, and I watched as those things tore my father to shreds.