Last Resort | | l.h. a.u.

Hold Your Breath

The night crawled by slowly. I tossed and turned on the small sofa, I sighed and ran my hand through my hair and bit my bottom lip. I made up my mind to do something completely weird and sleep in a casket. My body instantly relaxed, this is probably the most comfortable thing I'll be able to sleep in for a long time.

I drifted off into a light slumber.

I was laying on my bed listening to music. The volume was turned all the way up to drown out my parents arguing. From what I could barely hear, they were in a screaming match. It carried on for a couple of seconds then ceased.

I walked downstairs expecting my parents to be sitting at the table glaring at each other. I walked into the living room, surprised to be met by silence.  It was odd, usually around this time my parents would be arguing and my one year old brother would be crying. I sauntered through the living room into the kitchen. I thought my eyes were deceiving me.

My parents were on the floor lifeless being gnawed on by decaying bodies. Out of the multiple horror movies I've seen,  I knew not to scream. I manuvered around the disturbing scene quietly. I went to a drawer in the kitchen to get a knife. In most zombie movies, to kill one you had to aim for the brain to "kill" the zombie.

Finally finding a knife, I crept behind a zombie feeding off of my mother. My hands were trembling with fear. My palms were sweaty. Blinded by hot rage knowing what the zombie did to my parents, I quickly jabbed at it's skull. The corspe collasped onto my mother. I moved quickly over to the unsuspecting zombie chewing on my father's bicep.  I repeated my actions from before and killed the second one. I quickly sat down and let all of what happened sink in. My mind processed my situation.

My parents were dead.

I'm pretty sure the apocalypse has just started.

I have to get the hell out of here.

I have a baby brother that's going to be very dependent on me, I can't let him down.

I immediately got up and ran down the hallway to my brother's room. I opened the door to find him sleeping through all the ruckus. I ran over to his closet and pulled out his suit cases.

I packed some clothes, a bunch of diapers with wipes, and other necessities. I threw a couple of toys into the bag so he'd have something to play with.

I quietly left his room, then ran up to my parents room. I invaded their closet pulled out a few duffle bags. I left their room and stopped in the middle of the hallway. I pulled the string to the attic quietly, hoping there was no more zombies to come after me. After the ladder landed with a quiet thud on the carpeted floor of the hall, I quickly climbed up.  

I didn't know when this whole apocalypse thing would end, and I knew my brother wouldn't stay one forever. I sifted through a couple of bags and pulled out clothes that looked like it would fit him when he grew. I tossed the articles of clothing into a duffel bag. I went back to the entrance of the attic and thew a bag out into the hallway.

I made my way into my room. I glanced around and observed the posters plasted onto my walls, and sighed. I took in all aspects of my room. I'm sure this is probably the last time I'll ever be in it again. I knew I didn't have a lot of time before it was time to go.