A Story Of Survival - The Rows Family

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I write this not for a particular purpose or reason, like for someone to read, but for the sheer stimulation of my brain and prevention of insanity. I thought it best to finally record what had happened to us. To me. And everyone we all met along the way. Let's start early.

Chapter 1

Household name: The Rows Family
Persons in home: 3
Location: Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA
Current whereabouts: unknown
Probable survival rate: 2%
Base access clearance: denied

Day 1
6:59 am

The relentless roar of the morning alarm sounded on in our large, cream coloured bed room. My wife, Jane, punched me to silence it as it had, too, woken her up. Her morning shift of getting up and preparing our daughter, Megan, for school didn't start till another half hour. As for me, i had to get up for work.
I slouched out of bed and walked dead-like to the open door frame leading into the hall. The bathroom was only a few feet to my left, but i had decided to check on Megan first, who's room was next to ours. I peaked through the crack of the slightly open door and saw my beautiful mousy brown haired daughter laying fast asleep in her single bed with pink, princess covers. I smiled and turned to walk to the bathroom.
I shaved what was left of my stubble as it had a mind of its own when it came to growing sporadically. It was weird. I would shave the one day and have nothing for a good week, then I'd shave again and have a full beard by the end of the week. Doctors were clueless. Singled it down to genetics.
After I shaved and had a shower, I quietly slipped on my work suit and made my way out of the house.
'Hey. You gunna wake up? She's got school.' I said, before leaving, doing up my top button in preparation to place my tie around my neck.
She groaned.
'It's her first day. She won't be doing anything.' She moaned and rolled.
'Alright.' I laughed. 'It's your call. Maybe try and stay off the booze tonight.'
'Maybe try stop being a smart ass.' She shouted as I closed the bedroom door behind me.
It was the new year the day before and we had some friends around for a little party that ended up being a full blown drink fest. I think she was feeling the hangover. Me? I didn't drink much, went to bed early expecting a hard goodbye from my bed as it was. I wasn't going to make it harder for myself. Work wasn't going to do itself.
See, i was a professor. I'd teach my students about systematic study drawing upon such disciplines as anthropology, archaeology, economics, geography, history, law, philosophy, political science, psychology, religion, and sociology, as well as appropriate content from the humanities, mathematics and then some. Compared to the other professors, I was young and still a beginner in their eyes. They were almost right. It was hard. Very hard, but easy compared to what happened next in my life.
The rays of the sun just shining over the horizon touched warmly on my face and down onto my black suit jacket and tie. I walked to the black Audi A4 that was parked in our driveway and I inserted my set of keys into the door. As I waited for the clicked as I turned it, I saw the Overman's family over the roof of my car, rushing in and out of their house, piling things into their car ready to leave in a hurry. At the time, I thought nothing of it.
Traffic seemed normal for the least part. I heard a broadcast of an accident up ahead so I expected it to be getting slower any moment. The news reporter's voice annoyed me, so I turned the radio off. The asshat called himself a big time reporter - on air! - and that alone was enough to give me a headache.
As the cars around me came to an almost still position, I couldn't help but feel an eerie atmosphere. I looked around at people in their cars, inpatient and angry, but that wasn't it.
About 30 minutes passed before traffic picked up again. It was still slow, but as long as we were moving, I was okay. We soon passed what looked like the incident that delayed us. A car had crashed into another, but all around the wreckage, pints of blood were smeared and spilled all over the doors, windows and some inside. No bodies. Just police and fire fighters signalling us to pass them and go around.
The freeway was a lot quicker and cars were speeding along normally. It wasn't before long, I started to think about what I just saw at the crashed cars, so I turned the radio back on to see if there was any news on it, despite the annoying reporter.
'From what we know, three are confirmed dead. When paramedics arrived at the scene, the victims, yes victims, were found dead at the crash, but get this, with bites all over them. It is suspected that the person that proceeded to eat these people, did so before jumping off the freeway to her death, taking their messed up reason to the grave. This has been Chris Charles on--'
The broadcast cut out before he could finish what he was saying. I hoped they cut him off and fired him because he was so such an asshole, but I doubted it. For a while, I kept my thoughts to myself in silence as the radio lay dormant.