We stand there. Frozen in the kitchen.
It is freaking real. Zombies.
Elliot hits the power button, "What does that mean?"
"Zombies." Lydia says quietly.
He doesn't laugh, or scream like how I want to. He just stands there and asks, "What should we do?"
I feel his eyes on me, waiting for me to take the lead on this. I'm Roslyn Amelia Miles, I don't get "scared".
I don't "shut down and cry."
I power through. Then why do I feel like doing all of those things? Lydia tucks her hair behind her ear, "We stay here. Stay away from the public, like they said. We need to plan." Her voice is steady. But her eyes are unsure.
She's scared.
I hold her hand, "Sounds good." I tell her. She smiles a little, "We'll camp in the living room, bring up guns from the basement, and lock the doors. No one answers the door, no going outside."
Elliot and I nod in agreement.
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I bring up two 9mm from the basement, extra clips and bullets. Lydia straps hers to her hip, and I do the same. I also bring out the hiking bags. All of them packet with matches, flashlight, extra cloths, a blanket, granola bars, a water purifier, $100 in cash, a rain coat, and different weapons. Hunting knives, a small revolver, and ammo. And there is enough room to pack what ever else might be of use. We put them next to the front door. Elliot pushed the book case in front of the door, his feet were in mixed matched socks. I smile and go up to my room. Lydia's at her desk, she's writing. "Hey." I walk in.
She looks up, "Hey."
I sit on the foot of her bed, I don't know what to say. Who would know what to say when you find out zombies are real and the world is ending?
"Did you get the bags?" She asks
"Yep. Elliot barricaded the doors too." I reply.
She nods and continues to write.
"What's that?" I ask pointing to the book she's writing in.
"It's a note." She says. "In case something happens and we get sick. I want mom and dad to know that we did everything right."
"Lyd, you only get sick if you get bit. That's how it spreads." I tell her. "If we stay inside, we are safe."
She doesn't say anything, she still writes.
I don't yell, I don't sigh. Why?
Because if I'm gonna be locked in a house with my sister for a while I don't want to start this off with a fight.
I get up and go back by Elliot. He's sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. I sit next to him, and he kisses my head.
"How are you doing?" He asks.
"I have a lot of adrenalin flowing, so I'm fine for now." I reply.
He chuckles, "That's me."
We both laugh a little.
"We are gonna be okay." He says. "I have an awesome kick butt girlfriend to kill zombies for me while I cry in a corner."
I smile, "You would be crying like a baby in the corner."
Elliot runs his fingers through his hair, "Is it weird I'm kinda excited?"
"A little." I say honestly. I look at my watch, 11 pm. I rub my eyes, "I'm going to go to sleep."
"I'll stay up for a while." Elliot says. "Do you want me to stay or go on the floor?"
"Stay, duh." I kiss his cheek. And lay down, putting my head in his lap.
He plays with my hair, and I go to sleep. Surprisingly.
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Us against the world
Avventura"When the whole world decided to crap out, I didn't think it would be like this." Lydia Miles and her twin sister Roselyn, "Ross", are natural survivors, raised by a two marine parents, and living in the middle of Wisconsin woods have their perks. B...
