The Virus

The News

The news report was starting to scare me. They were talking about all these things walking the streets of the city and just biting people. Not eating, biting it was actually pretty weird. Nobody would ever think that this could EVER happen but it is right now. The things are now being called by ME, not the new, not other people, ME, biters because they collapse unconscious or even dead. Then they rise a few minutes later and start walking around biting people. When we got home my cat sensed we were back and came out looking for food. "Crap, we forgot whiskers food.", my mom said as she hit herself in the head with her wallet. "I can go back and get it." I stupidly and blindly offered. She told me I was still too young to drive alone, and being a teen I replied with the stupid who cares comment. Knowing what was going to happen next I flinched as my mother backhanded me as punishment for the attitude and the sarcasm. I didn't care though, it wasn't very effective. At least not as effective as a real punishment like NO PHONE FOR A WEEK. At the very moment I looked in the mirror to see how red my cheek was, the power cut out. I was furious at that point because I was still walking and I accidentally kicked the doors corner edge. "Ahhh fah!" I said to myself in silence hoping my mother didn't hear. I suppose you're wondering why it's just my mother. Well my dad left my mom and my step-father was a police officer and you know how cops are always shot at. Well he was one of those cops that was gunned down. It is really sad actually, but by the time that happened I was emotionless because my dad had left and later died, suicide by cop, so when I went to my step-dad's funeral, I didn't even start to tear. I just stared at my phone because it is all I have left from my dad. He gave it to me when I was 13, then left and never came back two weeks later. Now I am almost two weeks from being 161/2, the legal driving age. I was devastated, and now because of him, severe depression is an issue in my life but I was determined to live this life for my mom. She would be all alone if I died. A biter ended up finding a way to the house past the fence and started banging on the door. My mom went to answer it, "NO!", I yelled, "It's one of those things, not a person.", she backed away from the door quietly. But it was too late, me yelling to warn my mom had drawn more in. I felt so stupid for doing that, but they will eventually give up and wonder off. At least it saved my mom and possibly even me. I guess we will have to wait them out.