The mercy of living

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"I think it was around 2014, and that time I had school." I said. "Okay but start like a week ago, before it all started." she said. "I'll try to remember." I said.
I used to wear glasses had a side hair. I was at school, I think it was like the time of spring. The bell rang for class. I was like the first one there, and some friends sat next to me, one of them was Carlos, he was a good friend. He was quite always paying attention to the teacher. Then there was another friend name Leonardo who sat next to me. Minutes passed by it was nutrition, I hang out with other friends in a hangout. There were like 7 of them, I can't remember. I know some of them. There was Salvador, Daniel, Esmeralda, devontay, Esther, Steven, Rebecca, and Angela. We all hang out there every lunch and nutrition. There were some other friend, like Marieli, and Melanie that were both awesome, they were not bad friends, also Melvin he was a good guy.
Then one day I think it was Thursday, when my teacher said we are going to have spring break. We were all excited. When my mom was picking me up, I heard a lot of helicopters going south, and we were going north, it was odd that there were like 4 of them. I thought there were only dumb ass people doing crazy shit. "What so you think is happening?" My brother asked me, he was 8 years old, he was sometimes annoying. "I don't know, mark." I said to him. Mark was my brother's name. Back then I was 11 years old. "We have to go pick up your sister alright?" My mother said. "Okay." I responded.
I finished my homework so I went to my phone and went to youtube. I was scrolling through the videos. The I saw a video that was titled zombies, wtf?! I thought it was fake cause people make fuckin fake shit. My mom came up to me and said that since we are not going to school next week, that we were going to my grandma's house. That time I was excited because my cousin lives there, but he is 1 year older than me, but still, we were like brothers. It was Sunday. I was at the TV on the news and the news reporter said: be careful for strange acts on human beings a f to stay away from them. So I just ignored because I also thought the news were fake, just made up lies, all though I saw the video title zombies and zombies act weird and shit, but I didn't believed it.
It was Monday, the day we go and visit my grandma. Every Monday when we don't have school we go with her. When we were going to the way on the freeway, I always listen to music in the way, but something caught my attention, I saw like 9 police cars in front of a house, and had their guns out, even helicopters were surrounding the house, when I was looking there my mother to me not to look there. When we passed by it I heard gun shots. I was really scared of what the fuck is going on. I tried to ignore it with my music. When we arrived, we'd were like 2 hours. there. Then my mother got a call that my stepdad had a accident. The phone was on speaker, then we all heard him say "Honey I'm here at  work, please be careful I don't know what is going on, they won't let us go out, someone is bleeding  they were talking about a bite of something, I don't know, but this shit is fucking scary." he said. "Okay, we are going there." My mom said. "No, no, st-st-ay there d-dont come wait what are doing NO! NO!" that was his last word when we heard him, behind was screaming yelling and gunshots "NO!" he said then stopped, we all just heard static.
"Okay we need to go. Get in the car." My mom said. "Wait where are you going?" My grandma said. "I'm going to get my husband." she said. "But didn't you hear the gunshots?" she said. "We are still going." My mom said turning on the car then drove away. I always sat in the front seat. "Put on your seat belts." she said shaking. "Everything will be okay." I told her. "Can you please turn on the radio?" mark said, he really loves music. I turned it on, but no signal, just static. "Sorry." I told him.
We were at the freeway, and we saw the buildings in a small distance. I looked at my right and saw a helicopter approaching my direction. It was not that for, like 2 miles away. My mom was on the phone, she is always on the phone driving, she was trying to call my step dad. But no answer. "Shit!" she said. Throwing her phone on the ground. "What happened mom." My little sister said to her. She was 4 years old, her name was Karla. "Nothing sweety." she responded.
Then she got a call, my mom picked up her phone and looked down at it. She answered it. But then hang up. "DAMMIT!" she said loud. She was still looking down. I was looking straight at the road, we were on top of a bridge and on the right side was the helicopter getting close, like 1 and a half mile. My mom was still at her phone, when I looked straight, there was somebody walking and it was looking at the ground. Then it looked towards us. I saw its face and it had half of his mouth torn. "MOM!" I yelled. "THE ROAD!" I yelled again.
She gasp, she went on the left and, hit the thing and then hit a car.
I saw the right side of me, I saw the helicopter so close, I heard my heart beating loud, everytime I blinked I the copter getting closer, and closer till it was above our car, I saw a guy getting my mom, and my brother and sister.
"NO, LET ME GO!" I heard my mom say. "MAM THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO HE'S INFECTED!" The guy says to her. I was moaning like I was drunk. NO! MY CHILD." I heard her say, I took my hand out the window on the left, then I heard the guys and to her "YOUR SEE HE IS TRYING TO GO TOWARDS US TO GET US!"
"NO HE'S NOT!" she said.
"MAN WE NEED TO GO, MORE OF THEM ARE COMING!" he said. I tried to talk but I couldn't, my head was ringing. Then I saw the guy forced her to go to the ladders towards the helicopter. I looked up and saw her crying. I even heard my brother's cry. Then the copter left. I kept blinking, and the only thing I saw was those things like the thing with half of his mouth. There were like billions if them, and I was still at the car. The pure black came in my vision, when I closed my eyes.

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