The United States had been in a nuclear war for years. But we had never been targeted. We were attacked with multiple bombs all at once, this is what started the zombie apocalypse. People who were dealing with the radiation eventually turned and started attacking others.
"Everybody get down!"
That wasn't the first time the police had told us to get down or move back. We live in a small time so the mayor figured that by gathering all of us in our town highschool that we'd be safe from the dead, but they'd were wrong. The entire front of the school was surrounded with the dead. My parents had gathered towards the back of the crowd with me behind them. My boyfriend, Cristian, was near the front of the crowd because he got to the school late.
"We need to get out of here, eventually it's going to be overrun," whispered my dad to my mom. I was terrified and they knew this. I don't deal with intense situations well.
"But where are we going to go? It's crawling with the dead"
My parents went back and forth until they came up with a plan to get us out and to somewhere safe. The entire escape was such a blur because of the fact that I was panicking the entire time.
We ended up at a house somebody had hopefully left behind. It was a 4 bedroom, 2 bathroom, 2 story house. There weren't many windows but we made sure all of them were covered and locked. Fortunately, we still had electricity, water, and cell service.
