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Note! This story contains strong language! Somewhat sexual content and a lot of vivid bloody moments. You have been warned!

Walking out the cinema is something that gives such a satisfying feeling. Now it doesn't. You're supposed to walk out feeling either emotional, laughing or like you can take on the world. Right now all you can think about is to get home as fast as you can. People walk around you. You don't know if they are thinking the same as you, or if they are secretly planning to suddenly jump at the people around them. Ripping out their jugulars, blood spraying everywhere. Everyone screaming. While you watch for a second, standing frozen on the tiles. Being helpless. You could run, but you know that he can catch up no problem. You can scream for help, but you doubt anyone would actually do something. So you just stand there, watching.

'Did you like the movie?' Your mother tuns her head towards you. 'Why do we go to the movies again? This world is basically doomed and people do nothing about it.' You keep looking straight ahead. The malls are closed. Its late, surprisingly one of the best times to be out in the open. A few people walk across the street towards the same direction as you, trying to avoid you as much as possible. Wise choice. You can't trust anybody these days. 'Everyone can be a fake.' Your father sighs. 'But that doesn't mean we shouldn't at least try to live a normal live.' Dixon, your brother, puts a hand on your shoulder. 'I agree with Mel on this one dad, it's too dangerous. We could be attacked by mosquito for fuck sake.' You smile at him. 'Dixon, I thought you were going to swear less.' Your mom gives him an angry look. 'I don't give a shit, the world is rotten anyway.'For the rest of the trip to the car no one says a thing.

'For gods sake!' yells your dad. 'Move your asshole!' He hunks a few times. The person in front of him shows his middle finger. 'O that's a really nice thing you got there! I have one too, look!' Your dad honks again. 'Thomas, please.' Your mother says. 'Don't lower to his level.' Dixon hands you an earbud. 'Here.' You take it. Everything is better then listening to your parents fighting. Especially in these days. Looking out the window is one of the best things to do. Usually you can see the fake one's. They are the one's that were unfortunate and took the body of a crack addict. They are out of shape and so addicted that they don't show any sign of harm. It's kind of funny. The sweet notes of the classic music flies through your ear. Even though you absolutely hate classic music, right now it's quite calming. Some cars behind you are honking. You turn your head. A pissed off old woman that seems to have her entire family with her. 'Shut up!' Your dad restarts the engine. Your mother sighs and rests her head against the window. 'Loraine for gods sake.' Your dad starts cursing when the engine finally starts. 'What Thomas?' Your mother opens the window. 'We need a new car, the engine barely starts.' Your dad almost shouts at her. 'Shut your fucking pie hole! This car is still running and we can't waste any money on a stupid new car!' Dixon stares at you, sighs and raises his eyebrows. You nod and do the same. 'It's not my fault!' Your mom has tears burning in the corners of her eyes. Just as you are about to say something your dad makes a u-turn so sharp that you smack your face on the window. The tires scream like they are on fire. Your face gets pressed on the glass until you suddenly sit straight again. 'What are you doing dad?' Dixon looks through the rearviewmirror into an angry face. 'I made a wrong turn because you are all getting on my nerves.' Your mother closes the window as she almost fell through it. 'Just get us home please, the last thing we need now is more fighting.' You blink away your tears. You can feel then burning in your eye corners. Dixon leans towards you and hugs you. 'It's okay, they are just a little aggitaded, That's all.' You close your eyes while a familliar hand rubs your back. You know this moment will die someday. Maybe not now, but someday.

'I'm sorry honey, I diden't want to make you cry.' your dad sits on the side of your bed. 'I just want you and mom to stop fighting. We need to stay focused in times like this.' You lay on your side, face to the wall. Dixon is already sleeping in his bed. Mom is watching the news. You can hear it through the door. Something about another building being overrun by them. 'I'll let you sleep now, you need it. Towmorrow we are going to your grandparants.

Great. Your grantparants are horrible. They dont know anything. They make the worst decisions and on top of that, they always like to play the boss. You just can't wait till this is over. Out off all the times to be alive, this was the moment your grantparants have to be alive. Everyone in the family hated them, yet for some strange reason everyone believed that their house was the ultimate 'antizombie' home. The one thing that was keeping the place somewhat running was that they happen to own a Bunker.  About