s c a r l e tNovember 10
(three days later)We were now somewhere in the rural areas of California, I have no idea where.
There was a lot of trees and grass and bushes, also the houses over here were huge and had a lot of land. Not like what I was use to.
I was use to small run down houses.
I looked around and noticed we were passing through a small town, full of medical shops, hardware store, and basically every other store that is needed in a town.
My mom slowed to a stop when we saw a grocery store. She pulled into the parking lot of Walmart, and parked right by the entrance. This place was practically deserted. I didn't see any living or dead people.
Oddly enough, I only saw an arm. Only an arm. It had some nerves coming out from it as well as blood, in fact it seemed fresh. Like it was cut off. I looked away from the bloody arm, disgusted by it. I covered my mouth remembering all the blood from that small town we had passed before San Francisco. The place where Andy was killed. His eyes.
His blood.
Have I mentioned blood makes me extremely queasy?
My mom grabbed my honey badger from me, and opened her door. I quickly took my seatbelt off as well, getting ready to go with her.
She noticed me about to open my door and she quickly interjected.
"No, I'm going in alone. I'll come back with food and other stuff for us. I'll be right back, don't move." She didn't give me a chance to argue because she left as soon as she said those words.
I watched her run into Walmart, before I lost sight of her.
I sighed, irritated that I was told to stay in the car like I was a five year old. I wasn't. I turned fourteen back in February.
I slouched in my chair, and closed my door before sighing stubbornly again.
"Stop sighing so much, it's annoying."
I turned to Alize, before narrowing my eyes at her. She stuck her tongue out at me, I gave her the birdie (Ross style) by bumping the side of my fists together two times.
Sam understood that I got that from friends and laughed. I smiled when Alize looked at me weirdly, but then soon laughed at my birdie.
I turned back around and faced the front of Walmart. I looked around, and spotted two zombies across the parking lot. They looked like they were eating something.
I narrowed my eyes. When did they get there? I could have sworn this place was deserted. Literally nobody was here and yet, there they are, across the parking lot eating something (maybe a dead person) who knows.
I sighed wondering what time and day it was. It couldn't have been too long ago since November third. It's been what? Seven days?
Maybe six?
I sighed impatiently, hating that I didn't know anything anymore. Damn iphone. Always having to be dead.
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