The Start of the End {A Zombie Novel}

6~The Basement

Sometime later the next day, Yoanna had gotten up bright and early in order to make us breakfast and get the car ready. We had settled on going to my house considering that I was the only one with a sibling who was still an adolescent.

I felt guilty for being the main priority of the group while they all had thier own families, but everyone assured me it was the right thing to do.

We could go our seperate ways and each go find our parents but I was certain that I wouldn't be able to handle the world, in the state that it was in, alone.

We all ran around the house looking for anything. Anything that we could take and use on our journey through the new world we were in. It was quite akward practically raiding Angie's house for anything useful.

I was standing in Angie's parents room along with Connor who was ransacking the left side of the bed and it's nightstand. My fingers rummaged through the drawers that were full of miscellaneous things. I felt around things like lighters and even stumbled into a black sock that was full of cash.

I grabbed the lighter and stared, perplexed, at the sock. When I peered inside there was a countless fold of bills.

"What is it?" I jumped, nearly dropping the sock along with the possibly thousands of dollars inside.

"Oh," I stuttered at Connor,"it's money...and a lo-lot of it."

"I mean, do we need it?" He said paused, as he stopped putting clothes into his bag.
I looked back at the sock and even if Yoanna's parents were dead I would feel horrible stealing their money which was a weird thought as I had already stole everything else in the house.

"Probably not." We wouldn't, the cash wouldn't serve any use to us as I think everyone threw the idea of money for trade with things out the window yesterday. I chucked the sock as far back as I could into the drawer and continued searching for things.

Everything that we insisted on bringing with us was somewhat neatly placed onto the bed with Yoanna and Angie coming in often to add on to the pile. The pile of clothes was tall and we needed something to carry it all in.

"I'll go into the basement, see if we have and suitcases." Angie said as she exited the room. I nodded in response, despite the fact that she couldn't see it.

I walked to the living room and saw most of the photos slammed downwards, most likely from Angie not wanting to see them anymore. Some were missing also, probably in Angie's possession. The TV's static was faint as someone had gotten sick of it and lowered the volume. The house was very much still alive, but the rest of the world wasn't.

Questioned were being raised again. How long would we survive? How did this happen? Could we even survive? The power, water, heat how long would it still be functional for?

There was a loud scream and my body sprung back into reality.

"Angie!" I yelled out.

"Where is she?!" Yoanna said from the kitchen, dropping her skilelt.

"Basement." I said aloud, remembering the thing about the suitcases.

I ran to the second door on the left of the hallway and my hand fumbled across the rustily painted gold doorknob to the basement. I flung myself down the old carpeted stairs, each of them yelling under my weight.

"Angie?!" There was no actual response just whimpering. I ran my hands across the wallto support myself and I hopped to the bottom of stairs.

It was hard to breathe in the small and cluttered basement. The low ceiling was covered in a labyrinth of pipes and support for the house. There was an even bigger maze of junk that had been built up from her family with boxes and clothes covering most of the floor. There was practically no lighting, and the lights that were existent were faint and full yellow colors. I depended on the light that crept threw the small windows to guide me towards Angie.