Out Of Sight -A Zombie Novel

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We were zooming past the huge commotion, dodging humans and zombies alike. It was a horrible, traumatic sight to see really. I sunk into my seat and wished my phone still had battery left so I could have listened to music.

I could feel the wet droplets of my tears running down my face, I flinched when I heard a piercing scream and I fearfully covered my ears. I tried thinking about good memories, I tried singing to take my mind off of what was happening around me but nothing worked!

It was horrible. Not once, not once had I imagined I'd have to live through an apocalypse. I always believed we were safe, I heard rumors about scientists testing on humans, but I didn't believe them.

I sobbed when I heard a little girl scream, she had a high pitched voice, and as she cried she reminded me of Nya and Alize.

I started crying even harder and I sobbed. I sobbed so hard for those I thought I could save, and for those kids who survive but will never experience a real childhood.

A dreadful feeling began to swarm inside me when I realized, my nieces and nephews have a low chance of surviving through this apocalypse...

And so do I.

~*~

Day 4

I awoke from a nightmare in the car's front seat. Sweat was running down my face and I was overwhelmed by a new sensation of heat.

I was burning! It was incredibly hot in the car, and it felt as if there was no oxygen available.

When I started to place my window down, I noticed the car wasn't moving. I yawned, rubbed my eyes awake, and began to look around.

I began to take notice we were somewhere in California. We were currently parked in a gas station. I looked around and saw that both Sam, and my mom were not in their seats. I glanced at the five sleeping kids, who snored lightly without a care in the world.

Except for Alex, Who was trembling while muttering soft cries to himself.

"Mommy? Mommy you're hurting daddy!"  He was muttering under his breath.

I watched as his breathing became irregular and then sped up.

In out in out in out.

Four year old Alex had tears running down his oval shaped, light, yellow, brown skin. I sat silently, watching him. He saw everything. From his mom waking up as a zombie to her eating his father.

He was traumatized, he saw what no four year old should see.

I couldn't begin to imagine how he felt.

Alex came to a startled wake, looked around, then began to cry silently, as if he didn't want to wake any of the other kids. He sneaked a hand over to his brother's right hand, and squeezed it tight.

My heart broke at the sight and my aunt instincts kicked in.

I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, got out of the car and sat in the back seat, beside Alex. I unbuckled him from his booster seat, and cradled him while he sobbed.

I tried soothing him by playing with his hair and shushing him softly, while rocking ever so softly back and forth. Alex hugged me tight and buried his face in my shoulder. I rubbed his back trying to stop his crying.

Im no mother, but I remember as a kid how my mom would soothe my crying by doing these motions.

It always made me feel better.

"It's going to be okay." I told him softly.

Alex continued to sob, with his little arms wrapped around my neck.

I heard him sniffle softly before he got comfortable on my lap and laid his head on my chest. He let his arms fall on him, and he didn't say a word. Instead he seemed distant, as if he wasn't even there with me.

I furrowed my eyebrows, and kissed him lightly on his head. Then, I watched worriedly as he began to drift back to sleep. I hugged him tighter, letting him know that he was safe. As he closed his eyes, he glanced up at me, no sort of emotion evident on his innocent features.

When I was sure Alex was sleeping once again, I gently placed him back in his booster seat, and buckled him back up.

Slowly and quietly I hopped back into the front seat and began to look around for my mom and Sam.

Where are they?

I watched a zombie spot me inside the car, and walked over towards us. I reached for my gun, but noticed it gone as soon as I did. Fear crept up inside me and I rolled my window back up.

Finally, with a sigh of relief. I spotted my mom and Samantha running from across the street with a red plastic gas holder, and a weird long tube. My guess is that they siphoned gas from other cars.

When my mom spotted the hungry zombie beside my window they both stopped running. With shaky hands I watched as Sam lifted my honey badger up, trying to aim for the walker.

I furiously shook my head no, knowing Sam was extremely nervous and had only shot one gun, one time in her whole life span. My mom turned to Samantha and lowered the gun, like she did with me when I had to shoot Sammie's parents.

My mom pulled a knife out and handed Sam the gas. Then with stealth I never knew my mom was capable of having, she cornered the zombie and buried her sharp knife in its head.

It's gooey face slammed onto my window before sliding down with a quiet squeak.

I'm surprised the kids didn't wake up at the sound.

I watched as my mom opened the car's gas tank, and fill it up.

I turned back towards the kids when I heard an odd amount of shuffling. It was Adriel this time, and I sighed before placing a comforting hand on his tiny one.

Adriel relaxed a little bit and seemed to go back to dreaming about what ever two year olds dream about.

My mom hopped into the front seat, and silently closed the door. I heard Sam hop in as well, but in the backseat beside the kids.

"Good morning, ninã linda" My mom said, reaching over and kissing me on the cheek.

I looked at her, a little irritated that she left me sleeping with the kids. Anything could have happened while I was sleeping, what she did was reckless.

"You know, next time you get out of the car. Don't leave me sleeping." I snapped.

You could hear the anger in my tone and I turned away from my mom as she turned the car on.

"You shouldn't talk to your mom like that." Sam said.

I shook my head, and ignored them both.

"No, she's right. I shouldn't have left you sleeping. I'm sorry." My mom apologized.

We started to drive past the millions of cars and houses, along with more than twenty zombies.

~*~

After hours of driving and shooting down some zombies that were in the way, we managed to cross the San Fransisco bridge, and into more populated parts of California.

When we made it into Hollywood, I sighed when I saw Zac Efron.

Damn, I always dreamed of meeting him. Just not in zombie form...