Mutant Zombie Apocalypse

~Chapter One~

A great family of three travel together. Dad, Brother and I.

It was once perfect. We lived life to the fullest. We lived in Canada and decided to travel all of America by car.

That vacation didn't last. That family was never the same again. In fact, it got torn apart. Torn apart by the flesh eating zombies that outbursed out of no where one day.

In Canada, I loved going outdoors. But am I Canadian?
No. I'm not.
I am from a small town in Texas. All was great. My mother made us these pancakes every morning which was my favorite. During special occasions we would go out of town to see my cousins who I assume are dead now.

That perfect life in Texas had to move over to Canada, but with one person out of the picture. My mother.

Something happened when I was home, and it was just me and her. Papa and my brother who is younger then me by eighteen months went to the store to get food.

While they left, people came in. I was thirteen at the time.

They wanted money.

"Give us all the loot. We know you have some. How else do you rich folk afford this house." The rest of the men in mask laugh.
A tear streams down my moms face.

She has a gun wound on her stomach.

Go get us something valuable and expensive and your mother will live. You have one minute, and she dies.

I ran up and down the stairs to find anything worth money. I see the clock reading thirty seconds to go.

I rush to the library and see a vase of gold.

"That looks expensive. It's heavy. It just has to be." Multiple tears go down my eyes as I rush down the stairs, trying not to fall and break the vase.

I hear a gun down stairs.

I slip on the stairs and see the vase break. It made a huge shatter. I tried picking it all up. The glass left me a scar on my hand.

I ran to my mother's lifeless body.

"PLEASE! Help her!" A huge lash of fear and anger came over me.
That's what started the fire. My abilities.

That's how I found out of my powers. I can move things with my mind, I can explode anything I want. That night... I chose to explode the house.

And now I lie on a cold cement floor in a apartment I broke into about a few weeks after the outbreak.
I need to sleep, but I fear of closing my eyes. I don't want to see my father's death. I don't want to die. I want to survive and find a cure- no. I want it all to go back to the good times in Texas.

Seeing my family all laugh while eating delicious food that mother worked hard to prepare.

A tear falls down my eye.

"Mother."

***
"Don. Are you sure we are safe here?" I ask for the millionth time. If coarse I know he is going to give the same answer.
"Not for long. Sooner or later we will have to search for food and supplies to survive."

Not the same answer. He would usually give a convincing grin and say proudly, "I made traps around every entrance and got the cameras around the whole city. We are fine."

I look at my feet and cant help buy feel a little sad. All the times we saved people and lives, we can't save them this time. D says the zombies already took about 90% of the population. Leo goes out with Raph to search for any survivors for hours at a time. They always come back with the same result. It is winter now. Freezing. There timing outside has decrease. They don't go much. It's to cold. Even if there were a survivor, they would be dead from such low tempatures.

********

I wake up on the familiar floor, cuddling up with one small little blanket that does nothing against this weather.

I feel hungry. I havent eaten in three days. I haven't gone out.

"Maybe it's about time to go find supplies." I tell myself in my head. I don't remember the last time I spoken. My lips feel sealed shut. Like it would be a challenge to say anything.

I get up and leave everything behind except my glasses.

I check if any infected are out and only see one. Easy to pass by without getting noticed.

I rush down the fire escape and go to the ladder. I began to climb down silently. I only pay attention to the zombie and focus on being quiet.

I slip off the ladder and make a loud CLASH sound. The single zombie looks my way slowly.
There must have been ice on the ladder.

My heart beats every second. I began to feel like it is going out of my chest. I stay frozen in fear. This one zombie looked bigger then the rest. It had a overlarged uper body and looked muscular.

With normal infected I would have thrown anything at it and make it explode right in there face, but this one looked like not even a gun can take it down.
It was eight feet at least and walked on all fours in a gorilla fashion. I knew it was it. I was going to die there and then.

A tear falls down my eye. I can reunite with my family.

I finally hear the giant come to my side as I hear a even louder thud. I open my eyes to see it dropped dead right next to me.

I look around to see what has killed it.

My two tails stay still, frozen.

"Dude! She got two tails! So awesome. "
I hear a voice.

"Shut up Mikey. We dont want to attract any infected out there. They can be anywhere, just-"

"I know." The person called Mikey whispers.

I stand up and go to the middle of the Alley, where the voices trailed to.

I see a shadow figure jump in front of me along with three others behind him.

"I'm Leo. That is Raph, Don and that-"

"Shell for brain is Mikey." The green man in the red mask inturupted infuriated the one called Leo.

They look at me as if they were waiting for something.

"And you are..." Donnie exclaims.

I began to speak, but nothing came out. I don't remember the sounds. I know it but, it wouldn't come out.

My eyes began to feel heavy and I began to feel a pain in my stomach. I hunch over and throw up a green color.(This means that you throw up, but havent eaten, so you throw up green stuff that is not food. If you look it up it is real.)

I get back up to only fall backwards.

*****

Hope you like!
And once again, I did not come up with the idea of this book. I kind of am doing a book similar to OsitaBear16