Forever young

Conflicted reality

 
   The stairs felt like they went on for miles. I was consumed in my thoughts. My thoughts telling me that me dying was the inevitable. I finally reach the last step. I peek around the corner for an idea, or maybe just a glimpse of what I would be facing. There it was. Dad and mom, holding off some of the infected. Mom had the knife that I assumed was the one that dad killed aunt Mary with trying to defend herself.

Dad had his gun, but he hadn't fired it yet. All the zombie movies I've seen tell me that they are attracted to sound, that's probably why dad is holding off. There's not a hoard like you see in the movies. It was only 5 or 6. Thanks goodness. Remind me later on to thank my parents that we only have like 3 neighbors, because we live near the woods. I aim my bat for an infected's head. He was heading towards mom. Sorry buddy. I took my aim and swung. The hit knocked him over but didn't finish the job. Once he was on the ground, I stood over his body and brought the bat down as hard as I could. His face caved it. I don't think he's getting back up anytime soon.

Next, I saw a girl. Merely a teenage. I'm going to have nightmares about this one for weeks, poor girl. I took the bat and swung at her legs, getting her to fall , then bashed her face in. With blood spewing out of the wound I just created, my bat was covered and it was all over my arms like I was running around in a sprinkler of blood.

Two down, three to go. This time I didn't have to come after a infected, it was coming after me. This women's pants leg was shredded with a pipe piece through her leg, and half her cheek sliced off. I'm guessing she had a bad day. I was waiting to swing the bat, when she leaded and knocked it out of my hand and across the room. In attempts not to get scratched or bit, I held onto her forearms and flipped us over.

"Lauran, think fast!" Mom yelled as she slid the knife across the floor to me. I got it by the hand, thank god, and loged it in the left side of the women's head . I pulled the knife out and turned back to mom, we shared a smile, best bonding experience ever. An infected came up behind mom and bit a chunk out of her next. The screams of mom and a gunshot filled the air.

Dad fired and shot the infected, but mom was bleeding out. They bit a piece of flesh out right where her jugular was placed. With my eyes wide, I moved to mom. Frantic, I didn't know what to do. I pulled off my sweatshirt and pressed it tightly to the would. Dad stood there shocked.

"No, dad! Don't do this! No now! I need you to help keep!" I yelled at him. He broke out of his daze and shot the other two infected. Dad took my place holding the sweatshirt to moms neck, while I grabbed my bat and made my way back over there.

Mom stopped breathing.

The next thing I remember was dads frantic screaming and my body shutting down, hitting the ground.

I woke up in mom and dads room. I looked around, everything looked fine. Oh thank god. It was all a dream. I get up and make my way into my bedroom. I open the closet door and...nothing. It had to be a dream. I left desire and Tiffany here with Bellamy and a back pack. I walk down stairs and there's blood everywhere with the bodies of the infected. I go over to moms bloody body on the ground, there's a bullet through her head.

"No, no, no. This can't be happening !" I shouted as my knees hit the ground. My head in my heads I begin to cry. If this isn't a dream, then where the hell is my family? They wouldn't leave me would they?

I stay there sopping over my conflicted reality for what feels like forever. I push myself up go into my room. I'm alone alone, I've got nobody. I go into the bathroom. I take a quick shower, God only knows how long it will be until I get another. I get out, brush my hair and teeth. Put my hair in a braid. I go into the kitchen with another back pack. Serious vision of Deja vu comes to mind.

Thank god I didn't pack every food in that back pack. I stuff some can foods, three bottles of water, jar of Nutella, and a bag of cereal in the back pack. I go back into my bathroom and get my person aid kit a put it in the back pack. I get two outfits of clothes, a small blanket, and my favorite book and fill the bag up. When I'm almost completely out of the door, I see my bat on the porch steps. At least they left that.

As I walk out of the front door, I see the true disaster outside. One of our neighbors has house on fire and he's outside in the lawn, also on fire. My other neighbor is an infected roaming on the sidewalk. I duck down, to fit behind the bushes in front of our house. I need a plan. I wouldn't make it on foot. Where would I even go?

My neighbors car...his house sure is on fire but his car isn't. I jog over to his car, still half bent down, so no infected spot me, the back pack on my back, bouncing up and down. When I reach his car, I try for the handle. Thank god, I'm luck. It's unlocked. I check the whole car for any nasty surprises that may hide inside. Once everything is clear, I slide into the drivers seat and put the bag in the passengers side.

The ignition is empty though. No keys. And unlike every freaking cliche, I don't know how to hot wire a car. I slide back out of the car, and put the back pack back on my shoulders.

I go back to my house and my spot behind the bushes. Okay, so I need a new plan. Think Lauran, think.
That's it! The go cart. Well I mean, it's better then nothing . I go back inside and grab the keys out of the cabinet and slip out before anything else can happen. In the garage, I find the cart and slip the keys into the ignition. It roars to life. Well maybe not roar, just squeal for a second. I put my back back beside me and the bat between my legs to hold it.

I get out of the garage and start riding down the road. My neighbor, Amy, seeing me but she can't can't up. Now I need to know where to go. I don't know what I'm doing.