I was sitting in the kitchen eating dinner with Emily, my daughter when it broadcasted. We were watching the T.V. not even paying attention to anything else. The news anchor said, "Government scientists have said to avoid all contact with these creatures if possible. There will be an evacuation point in New Orleans for all citizens who get there in time. And for everyone else, we wish you all good luck."
At that moment, I grabbed two suit cases, two backpacks, and any necessary items from food, to cloths, to weapons: even if we didn't make it to the evac point, I wasn't going to risk loosing Emily to some fucked up mutated cannibalistic pieces of shit.
I decided to call Samuel Connors, my best friends since High School, to see if he heard about the incident yet.
"Hey Samuel, have you seen the news today?" I ask making it sound like a joke. I wish all this shit was.
"Hi David, yeah can you believe it all actually happened. Shit man. Fuck. Ing. Shit."
"I can see you haven't worked on the cursing. But besides the point, I thought we could try and meet at the evac point. Anyway see yah."
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