The Calls

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As Corbin knocks on the door I try to call everyone (family and friends) on my contacts.

Abby...no answer

Ashley...no answer. Brigitte...no answer

Cameron...no answer. Camille...no answer

Cheyenne...no answer. Christian...no answer

Christine...no answer. Claire...no answer

Courtney...no answer. Dad...no answer

Emily...no answer. Gena...no answer

Grandma... no answer. Granny...no answer

Haley...no answer . Hannah...no answer

Jasmine...no answer. Jenny...no answer

Johnson's...no answer. Kaitlyn...no answer

Krista...no answer. Lauren...no answer

Maddie...no answer. Matt...no answer

Michelle...no answer. Mom...no answer.

Nathaniel...no answer

Preston...no answer. Renae...no answer

Tom...no answer. Wyatt...no answer.

Great! I called everyone and the weirdest, scariest part is, is that their phones are all dead. My eyes start to swim in fear. Salty tears cover my eyes and drip down slowly against my sun kist face. I wipe away the clear tears and think of positive thoughts.

Thank God I brought my headphones, charger for my phone & iPod, tooth brush, brush, extra clothes,

a couple of books, my kindle, and my kindle charger. I was spending the night at Michelle's house tonight, but she is probably a zombie. Corbin and Michelle are brother and sister. To be honest I have no idea how he got my bags in his vehicle...

I hear a big clang coming in front of me. I immediately look up. "Thank God!" I said in complete relief as I lay back in the leather chair.

He opens the door and crouches slightly, leaning his arm on the top rim of the jeep, and resting his head on his arm.

"Ok, C'mon. I got everything planned out. I'll tell you everything later in the hotel. K?" He asks.

"Kk." I unlock my seatbelt and turn to grab my book bag. I open the door as I put my book bag over my shoulder, and walk out to the hotel.

I looked around while I was walking with Corbin. Everything already looked abandoned. There was cars that smashed into each other, Blood splattered across the windshields, there even was a dead zombie hanging over the hood of a yellow cab dripping black chunky blood on the road.

I face forward looking at the gate.

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