My alarm clock beeps. I take my hand slapping it and it gets quiet. I opened my eyes and looked around in my dark room. I blinked two or three times then sat up and rubbed my eyes. I got up and stretched and opened my bedroom door and walked out. I grabbed a bowl from the dish restrainer and grab the cereal Fruitys. I grabbed the milk poured it in and grab the spoon and sat at the table. My sister comes out and looks all bloody and disgusting. I began to laugh. "Hahaha! Very funny Phoebe!" She kept limping to me. "Okay. You can stop now. It was funny." She still kept limping to me. I got up and stood still looking at her as she limped to me. She started to run at me and starts trying to bite me. I push her and she stumbles, falling. I realize that, it isn't her. I turn and rushed to get a kitchen knife out and turn. She was up and limping to me. I grabbed her shoulder and stabbed her forehead and I pulled the knife out and she falls. I sighed in relief. I went upstairs and grabbed a backpack and unzipped it and took my hand and put it under the bed and grabbed my case with my m16 in it. I opened the case grabbing the gun out and I took out the ammo and got up and rushed down stairs and grab some water we had in the fridge. I took some granola bars we had in the pantry. I shoved the stuff in the backpack and head to the door. I put the gun on the arm of the couch and put the backpack on and grabbed the gun. I sighed and open the door and there was a few zombies, but I could handle them. I sighed again and opened the door and walked out.
