When the outbreak first spread, we were instructed to maintain a healthy mind. But that's hard to do if everything around you is sick. It started May 17th 2046, a sickness had broke out all over the world. It would attack you slowly, eating you from the inside. Turning you into a mindless person with no emotions. You were well aware of what you were doing but you could not control yourself. I happen to know this because I am studying them. I'm not a scientist, but my father was. As for my mother, she was a doctor. I am not like them, I am interested in drawing. But when all of this happened, I was forced to go live with my Aunt and Uncle. Far away from my parents and sister. Because they are gone.
I don't really like to talk about my family's death, or death at all for that matter. Because we do not know when or how we are going to die or how. But I guess no one really expected to be mauled by a flesh eating creature. I remember as a child my dad and I sitting on the two single chairs in the den, and my dad talking to me about death. ( My grandma had just died ) He told me that all of our days are numbered and some peoples days are running out faster than others. I did not know what he had meant at the time, so I had just nodded in agreement and dragged myself into my room to go to sleep. I was 9 at the time.
I had seen them die, We were driving, trying to get out of the state. Windows rolled down, really stupid when I think about it now. We stopped for gas, we went inside the deli that was there. We heard a growling noise from behind the bathroom door, I looked at my dad and pushed the door open slowly. A pale teenage boy looked up from the toilet, he was facing me now. Dark purple veins were going up the side of his head. I glanced at the toilet and looked at the water. It was dark red and splotches of black and green were scattered in the cloudy water. The boy reached for my hair and let out a low growl. Then my dad screamed for me to get away, but I felt the need to grab his wrist. The boy opened his mouth and reached my forearm.
My dad pulled me away and yelled louder this time. I heard more growling,gunshots and screaming. I turned around and saw 4 of them attacking my mom sinking their teeth deeper and deeper into her neck. I screamed for help half expecting for someone so run around the block to help me but they did'nt. But then remembering that 70% of our population were zombies and the other percent were losing their minds. I turned back to my dad who was now laying on the floor moaning for help,the white tile floor was red now from all the blood. His arm was detached from his body and the teenager was eating his thigh through his ripped shorts.
My jeans were now soaked with blood from kneeling down on the floor. I was suprised that the boy had'nt tried to attack me yet, I glanced at all the pieces of broken glass on the floor from when we had broken in, then my dad stopped breathing. I got up walked over to the glass and picked up a medium sized piece. I got over to the boy and kicked him. I expected him to be more frail than his actual body weight and started stabbing him in his stomach and 1 time in his head.
I sat on the floor and put my face in my hands.
"I'm screwed. I'm screwed. I'm screwed" I said quietly to myself.
