The Apocalypse Adventures

Chapter 3 - There's Only The Dead or The Living

In the car was only my mom, my father, father's best friend and me.

"We missed Johnny!" I screamed.

"You see, he wasn't there when I came to pick him up." My father said crying.

My mom didn't care much.

She just said "Maybe the other family took him?"

My father was opposite of her. He was a loving and caring man. He cried all the way when we got home after long 5 hours. Those hours were true hell... A lot of car crashing, smashing and stuff. After we got out of the city, the military began to bomb it. Buildings were burning and falling. I couldn't imagine this could happen this morning.

Our car stopped working. The motor just collapsed. My father tried to open car to check the motor. Instead, from there came lots of blood. Suddenly a hand grabbed my father's arm. He got some scratches. Oh no! The infection can spread... He was feeling good until we came home.

We had to go home by our feet. My dad took the backpack, my mom took her purse and my dad's best friend, who's named Rolf, took me. I could barely stand on my feet. He was tall man who had a mustache and some beard but wasn't old. He was around 33 while my dad was 42.

Happily there wasn't any monsters (or as I call chasers) on the bridge. A lot of people were sick. None of them turned. Yet. They were screaming. My mom screamed back. How pathetic. She wants to have attention so bad... And she never listens to me! I said to her previously that sound can distract them...

There were a lot of police. Policemen tried to calm the shouting crowds. Nothing happened. Then, they took out of their guns and began to shoot. Bloody night. I don't understand why they were shooting. When the people die they turn.

Our neighborhood was quiet. When we walked inside, I grabbed my phone and tried to call Alexander. The signal was very poor. He picked up and soon came here. He was disappointed in me, because I went to the city. Really... I hadn't another chance to get my family safe. Afterwards he understood. By the way, I didn't knew that he lived beside my house. (Wait a minute... Now I remember. He was the guy I was ignoring. It first began when he moved in. His parents were not rich like mine. My mom said that I should probably ignore them because we were on a higher status than them. And I did..)

"What he's doing here?" my mom asked.

I said: "From now on, there's no rich or poor people,mom. There's only the dead or the living."

I grabbed Alexander's hand and went to my room upstairs. We covered the the windows with some dark curtains.
Our neighborhood was like a desert - without any sound. My father got a high fever. It's happening, thought I. His body was cold as ice, but from the inside, it was burning. He was lying on a bed. Shaking. It happened so fast. My mom gave him some strong medicine. He felt a little better. We went to sleep...

Sorry for too short chapter. The next chapter is going to be longer! So... Don't forget to vote and comment xx:)