Hush little baby

Chapter 3

Alice's POV

We stayed silent though eating the food and after.

About two hours had passed since Laura arrived and already had she horrified us enough. She taught us that horror is in the living and dead

"Specticals" Laura laughed "thats what we call them" she turned to my mother "it's a funny name for what it is" she chuckled to her self some note "what do you call them?" She asked. My mother stuttered

"W-w don't have a name for them really"

"Zombie, however true, doesn't seem appropriate does it" Laura looked like she was thinking before saying "muddels" she then looked around like she wanted a reaction "muggles, muddels, get it?" She looked to me and I gave her an awkward smile

"How about blanks" I said "it seems appropriate"

"Perfect, blanks it is" Laura smiled. I could tell she was trying to act happy, and I couldn't blame her, she brought a depressing vibe (never used that word before or want to use it again but I couldn't think of anything else) and now she was trying to lighten it up.

George began to yawn which set off a chain of yawns around the shelter and mum said

"I think it's time we got some sleep"

We all agreed and mum began to pull out the extra blankets and pillow and layed them on the floor, since only 4 beds, two bunk beds at the side, were inside the shelter. Single beds that barley fit one person.

"Have my bed please" my father insisted as he pointed to ware he normally sleeps

"No no please, you've been though a lot and I don't want you to suffer back pains ontop" he laughed

"She likes to sleep on hard mattress so it's no discomfort to him" mum laughed

"Thank you" Laura smiled as she go into bed

Mum pulled out a book from under the bed and belt by George's bed as I got myself tucked in

"Now, shall we read Peter Pan" she said to him. The book was about a boy who never grew up, which was sad since if I'm being honest George probably won't grow up, he's too weak and innocent for the world. Either that or he will grow up too fast. I read somewhere that Peter Pan wan an angel talking dead children to heaven, maybe if he did die, it would be Peter to take him there.

I rolled over in bed and listened to the story as I closed my eyes. Sleep wasn't easy, I layed awake half the night, tensing at every unfamiliar sound and listening to my mothers weeping.

My mind was racing with the thoughts I had each night. How my friends and family were doing, if they were alive or dead, or dead and alive aka a blank. Would I see them again and would they have been changed by the apocalypse, the living monsters left who cause more murder and destruction then the blanks themselves.

And also the future. I knew we couldn't live in this shelter and how ever hard it is I know I'm going to lose this people. I might even go before them. I might not live to grow any older. I might die an horrific death-

No clear those thoughts. And don't think about past memory's too, memory's from before this, it's a painful reminder, it's a tease of what was stolen from me.

"What is I fall. But oh my darling what if you fly" I heard mum say. For some reason that felt oddly inspiring.

I allowed my self to listen into the reading as I tried to relax my self into slumber.