3 years earlier
"Ryder! Will! Come get breakfast!" My mother yelled from downstairs. I groaned as I pushed the warm security we called blankets. The room was cold. Birds chirped as i glanced in the mirror to see the horrible beast that is always revealed in the morning. I ran down the creaky old stairs, blond hair bouncing at my shoulders. I came upon my mother. The most genuine women you could've met. There was never a fake smile on her face. She had the same features of my brother and me. Long blond hair, ocean blue eyes, and pale skin.
My father looked nothing like us. He had short chestnut hair, and hazel eyes. He was a tall man. Even though he is as skinny as a twig, if you needed a strong man he is the one to come to. He could lift a couch and move it all on his own.
My brother Will got my father's looks. Floppy chestnut hair and hazel eyes that got blue at the edges. He had a bubbly personality. He always seemed to be in a good mood. He was 17, only 3 years older than me. He acted like a 5 year old though. He was so immature, would laugh at anything. He was a very protective older brother. In a good way though. He just cared. He didn't want anything to happen to me. He watched out for me, and i watched out for him. Always. Thats how it always was.
My mother and father got along great. They were both nerds and always had something new to talk about. From a new video game to a new crime show, they are always chatting and gossiping.
"Ryder! You're going to be late to school! We don't want that to happen again, do we?" My father sent me a smirk. Last time i was late to school i had to clean all of his laundry. It was awful. Did i mention he worked at a farm? A VERY muddy farm. Needless to say, i was covered in mud when i was done putting his laundry in the washer.
I hopped on the bus next to my best friend. I have only know him for a few years but he was already like a brother to me.
"Sleep well?" I chuckled, looking at Sam's droopy coffee colored eyes that signaled he got no sleep. Again. He looked down at his bag and gave a long sigh.
"Come on, cheer up. You are getting an award today!" I yelled as the bus went into motion. Sam was the best artist and writer i had ever met. He could draw something he had never seen and it would look perfect when he was done. He used to put his head down and write a snip it of a story and it would be amazing! He was getting an award today for that.
The bus came to a halt. Suddenly everyone was out of their seats yelling and screaming and opened the window. I grabbed Will and Sam. Ambulances were right outside our school. A kid was being brought out on a stretcher. I knew that kid! It was Grant Vomer. The quarterback of the football team. He was twitching and snarling at the medics. His eyes had black around the edges. He had a puncture wound that looked like a rodent's bite on his arm. And it was getting bigger and bigger.
Grant Tried to bite one of the medics, pulling his hair towards his mouth. The medic threw him down, blood was everywhere! Including on the medic's face. The medic stood still for a second. Sniffing the air. He turned around and looked at the bus. His eyes turning a pitch black. He ran at us.
All i remember was splitting up with Sam and Will.
That was the day it all started. That was the start of The End.
