Barely Breathing

Chapter 67

NOTE: NOT EDITED

Wordcount: 994
*Blakes P.O.V.*
I'm so glad we got Megan back to her group, and that I was accepted into the group immediately.
I think helping Mason showed that I can be trusted. I'm glad my grandfather had showed me some medical precedures before he passed away.
The zombies didnt get to him, he passed before the world went to shit thank god. I wouldnt want to see my papa deal with all this bullshit.
My parents though, they werent so lucky.
I always had this feeling my dad never liked my mother. Like he always had thoughts about secretly killing her, but knew that his reputation would go to shit if he did. He was Chief of the fire department, if someone in our family did something simple but stupid he would know about it. Those firefighters can find drama with anyone involved within the department.
I once got into a small fight when I was young with a boy who was picking on me and soon enough word got around the station and my father came home to give me a "lecture."
So when the zombies appeared and all crime was pretty much legal. He killed her in her sleep, I'm surprised he didnt kill me for all the  stupid shit I did.
But he didnt realize that you dont have to get bit to become a zombie. So when my mother had turned she killed him, ironic huh?
I was only 13 at the start of the zombie apocolypse, I didnt understand the fact that after people change they are not the same person anymore.
I heard scratching on my parents bedroom door, their fingernails dragging down the wood one hand at a time, while they both made growling, moaning noises. As a thirteen year old, I thought they were doing "things" and I needed to leave them alone. Thats what I did, but days went by with them clawing at the door, they never stopped? It was finally dawning on me that it was strange.
"Somethings wrong," I told myself.
Slowly, I walked up the the door and hovered my hand over the door knob. I took in a couple deep breaths before actually opening the door.
I honestly just hoped that they werent naked and I would be scarred for life.
When my hand touched the door knob, my heart stopped. I could feel my hands clam up and I couldnt move.
I heard my dads growling get louder and louder inside my head.
Taking in my last deep breath I swung the door quickly towards me as they both fell to the floor.
They started grabbed at my feet, trying to help themselves up.
"Mom? Dad? Whats wrong?" I exclaimed in fear.
They didnt say a word, only a few moans and groans.
Frightened, I ran for the stairs. I skipped probably about half of the stairs and headed for the front door.
Opening the door was the worst idea I have ever had. There were tons of people walking and limping in the middle of the street. When they heard the click of the door knob opening they all looked over at me with blood shot eyes.
I screamed as I slammed the door shut and locked it behind me.
My parents stumbled down the stairs making their way towards me.
"Mom? Please stop, I dont like this game!" I exclaimed.
My mother wouldnt listen, they just kept tumpling down each step. I had to get out of the house as quickly as I could without having everyone outside notice that I was running away from home.
'Running away from home?' You may ask. Well, I didnt think that everyone outside was zombies. I thought they were sick or tired.
So, thats when I decided to climb out a window.
I ran through the kitchen to the bathroom and slammed the door. I opened up the window and kicked out the screen. I held my breath to silence myself as I looked out the window to see if anyone was in my backyard.
First to the right, then to the left, no one in sight. Nows my chance. I started to kick my legs over the side of the window when the bathroom door started to bang and shake.
The noise startled me and I feel straight back onto the bathroom floor.
Slowly I lifted myself up and winced in pain as my shoulder started to cramp up.
The scratching and banging at the door only seemed to get louder and heavier. The door was only made out a couple pieces of thin wood. I didnt have much time left to help myself up and out of the window before they started to break the door down.
Climbing back up to my feet then onto the tolit seat, I lifted myself up once again to the window. I straddled it like before and pushed myself out of the window to the grass below.
I lied in the grass until night fell over my head. I could hear my parents groaning inside the bathroom window.
"Hey? Hello? Little boy?" I heard a young girl whisper in my ear.
"Are you okay? Any wounds or did you get bit?" She continued to whisper.
I tried to speak up, but my throat seemed to dry.
"Little boy? Whats your name?" She asked.
I opened my mouth to show her I couldnt speak up.
She heavily breathed out before she ran away. Moments later she brought a tall man along with her. He picked me up gently and carried me to their "town of peace" they called it Terminus.
(I told myself that I didnt want to add in the walking dead stuff with my story but it would be sorta awesome to see another persons point of view. Am I right?)
Sorry I took a long time to update. I'll try harder for the chapters to come!