Living in the zombie apocalypse

Prologue

Things started to change really fast. People kept dying.

I'm lucky my family is still alive, but who knows how long there is before they die too?

"Stay down." My mom whispers to me from where she's crouched behind the front door.

"What's happening?" I whisper back, obeying her words by crouching behind our kitchen counter.

"They're coming." She says so quietly I can barely hear her.

Crap. I knew this would happen. I told them it would.

"Mom, we have to get out of here." I say, panicked. We've been hiding in our house for two days, ever since the disease broke out and everybody started eating each other.

She nods, but doesn't say anything.

Quickly, I crawl to the family room where my dad is trying to keep my siblings quiet.

"We have to leave." I tell them. "Now."

My dad looks at me, he doesn't look scared, but I know he is. He turns his head back towards the kids. "Go upstairs and pack up your stuff, ok?" The four of them nod their heads before my Dad adds, "Only the stuff you need. Hurry."

They nod again before quietly running up the stairs.

"There isn't time for this." I say, turning to my dad. "They're coming now."

"We'll make enough time." He says, sounding sure of himself.

We have to leave now. I don't understand how he could be taking risks like this. We should just go now instead of giving them the opportunity to kill us.

"There better be." I say, turning towards the stairs and climbing them.

"Do you guys need any help?" I ask as I walk into Brook and Quinn's bedroom.

My parents adopted Brook and Quinn when I was almost twelve years old.

Quinn was only three years old and Brook was five. They were both put in the same girls home after their parents died. The home was pretty miserable. The two of them came to my family's restaurant once a week, even though they didn't have enough money to buy anything. I guess my mom and dad just fell in love with them.

Everyone called my parents crazy for adopting two children while raising me and the twins. That brings me to Logan and Stella. They were two years old when Quinn and Brook were adopted. My parents weren't crazy for adopting them though, they love the two of them like they are their own.

Now I'm almost sixteen, logan and Stella are only six, Quinn is only seven and Brook is only nine.

Also, six months ago my mom gave birth to my baby brother, Liam. I guess you could say we have a big family.

I dont want them to grow up in a zombie apocalypse. More importantly, I dont want them to die in a zombie apocalypse.

The first day this all happened started off like any regular day, but then we were sent home from school early without being told why. When I got home my family was already there, barricading the windows with plywood. The second day we could hear the living dead walking around on the streets, if it weren't for the fact that we had blocked every single entrance in our house and stayed completely silent, we would all probably be dead already.

I think we could have had a fair shot at beating this thing if we had known what was going on. It doesn't matter how close you and the person were, they will kill you.

At first nobody knew what it was, but I think everyone who's still actually alive does now; we're living in a zombie apocalypse.

"Where are we going Eva?" Quinn asks me.