They ate everything. All of the steak, mashed potatoes, carrots, fries, straw berry milk shake, and chocolate cake. They can just eat, and eat!
Derrick says to us after he is finished polishing off the chocolate cake, "Keep him.
"What! I can't hear you over the sound of your chewing!" Mack replies.
Derrick finally manages to swallow, "He's a keeper! You dimwhit!"
I smile. And Derrick stands up and holds up my arm. "He's one of us!" My long sleeve falls down showing the cuts.
There is a sudden silence. Everybody is looking at me. I sigh. They were going to find out eventually. I roll up my sleeves, and my pant legs. They are in shock. "How can you do that to such a nice person?" Mack asks. "I was 19. My second pair of parents gave me up that year. I was abused by my first father. He and my loving mother were both taken away and killed in front of me. It was my fault that my mom died. I cut myself on my arms because of that. I soon cut on my legs to see how many days I had to wait until a new parent came to adopt me."
"Oh Boooys!" Peggy said as she walked in the kitchen door.
"How are you liking the new," She saw. "Oh my. What do we have here?" She takes something out of her pocket. It's a small blue vile." Now honey, if you ever want to get rid of those scars, drink this. It'll come out in about a week. Toodloo!" She walks back out.
"I should get going. I need to put my stuff away." I go up to my room and put my new clothes away. I was hanging up my flannel when there was a knock on my door.
"Come in!"
Derrick entered and handed me a bag. I looked inside and it was an old Nikon camera. I thanked him and powered it on.
"Let's go take a picture. Get everyone in front of the house."
"Sure thing." Derrick days as he bounds down the stairs to go tell Mack, Joey, and Tommy. We all go outside and take a picture.
3.2.1 click
"Did it take it?"
"Why are you asking me?"
"Because you have him the bloody thing?"
"I've never used it."
"Guys it worked you can stop smiling."
We all exhale loudly and go to check the picture. It turns out nice but I have taken better.
We go inside and watch TV. We watch some show about some girl name Lucy. This episode was about her getting diagnosed with a disease and it ending up only to be green light. A laugh on TV is cut short due to an emergency broadcast system.
"Hello citizens. This is your president. Mr. C. I want to remind you to lock your doors and barricade your windows. There has been an outbreak in sector 5. I repeat. Lock. Your. Door. Stay safe, and welcome John." And the TV turned off.
We locked the door, and locked the windows. An outbreak of what? Dogs?
"What is an outbreak?" I ask
"It's when a pack of animals or thieves that come to take our stuff." Replied Derrick as he pushes a big armour in front of the back door.
"It's the closest one to us. You can literally see it from the attic window. Go block your bedroom doors, and windows. Quick!" I dash upstairs, and go to lock the windows.
"I'm done! In going to go to bed. Goodnight!"
"Night!" Mack yells up to me. "Have good dreams!"
"Are you my mother?" I ask.
"No I'm not your mother!"
"But I am!" Joey yells from the kitchen.
I don't really know what to say about that so I push a fairly large armoire against the door and yell "I'm blocked in!!!"
"Alright!" Somebody yells but I can't tell who it is. There is a loud clang and there are footsteps on the roof. Derrick shoots a few bullets in the air and yells "Alright you m. f'ers! Come and get us!" And with that, the power goes out, the footsteps stop, and I am left in the dark with nothing but a box of matches under my bed.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" I say as I reach under my bed and feel around for the matches. My fingers fumble as I try to slide the lid. The box falls and all the matches fall out. I pick up a few and strike one on the side of the box. The flame spring to life and I shakily hold out my hand and slowly scan the room. The footsteps return greeted by the eerie silence in the house.
The flame goes out and I throw it on the floor as I strike another match. I run over to my bed and take the shotgun out of my bag. I load in a few shells and cock it. The right window breaks and in comes a body. I turn quickly and point my shotgun, and the match goes out. With out thinking I fire it and hit the person directly in the stomach and it lights up the room for a brief moment. The man has a very dark beard, and short black hair. Somebody else comes flying in and runs over to me but trips and falls and I put a bullet in his head. I quickly reload and try to strike another match. I dive under my bed hopefully seen by nobody.
The other window breaks and more people come in.
"Where is he?"
"I don't know!"
"Ok don't get defensive!"
"Shut up Bill!"
"Let's go! He isn't here!"
I slowly take the knife out of my pocket and click it open.
I turn my head and see 3 pairs of feet leave but one remains.
"Alright little fish, Where the hell are you!!!"
He looks under the bed and finds me and drags me out from under the bed. I scream " Let go of me you mother!"
He throws me to the ground and my knife skids away as He kicks me in the stomach. I slowly crawl towards the knife and he kicks me again.
"Just give up! You're nothing! You ungrateful little," I grab the knife and stab him in the stomach. He screams and I push him to the ground. I get on top of him and drive the knife through his head over and over again.
"John!" Derrick yells and he grabs my shoulders and pulls me off him. My eyes tear up and I hug him. My pants are soaked with blood, and leave the room knife in hand.
