They have all been sitting for about half an hour. After the first ten minutes I got bored. I clicked on the TV (which wasn't working) then walked out of the front room. I checked every door (all of which were locked) and I made my way into the office. I switch on the light which worked. The yellow-white glow brightens the room. I look out of the window. The sky is orange and dusty. The sun is red. I close the blind. I sit on the spinning chair and put my feet up on the desk. Now I have to think. I look to my arms. I hadn't noticed I was shivering. Most of my arm was bare as I hadn't changed my top. I still have my light and dark blue PE t-shirt on. I stand and walk up the stairs to my room. Stepping through the doorway I beeline towards the wardrobe. I open the door and pull out my leather jacket. It's dark brown and is in near pristine condition. I've always wanted one with a worn look, but that takes time, and I normal grew out of them before they looked cool. I pull out a draw and pick up a t-shirt to replace my bloody PE top. It's black and bears the logo of the paper street soap co. (from a favourite film of mine). I look behind me to check if anyone had moved downstairs, and, when silence is confirmed, I whip off my PE top and pull the black t-shirt over my head. I then grab a red hoodie and put it on, that followed by my leather jacket. I then take off my boring black trousers, planning to put on blue jean, forgetting to look behind me. "Cough, cough." comes a voice behind me. I turn and see Bella, literally caught with my trousers round my ankle (thank god I had pants on). I try and pull my trousers up and trip in the process. I finally wrestle them up and sit on my bed.
"Don't sneak up on people." I say. Then I spot something. "What's wrong?" I ask. She looks teary eyed.
"Hannah." she says. I realise.
"Where is she?" I ask.
"Mrs...got her." she stutters.
"Oh my god." I say. She approaches me and tries to give me a hug. I look down to check my trousers are up (they are) and hug back. "It'll be o..." I start, knowing no comfort comes from those word. I change my tact. "At least you killed your teacher, he nearly got me. Hannah would have been proud." She smiles a little. "Would you mind if I can finish getting dressed." She nods. As she walks out I stop her. "Why don't you take someone to get stuff from your house? A private special ops mission." She glares at me for treating her like a child but sees the sentiment.
"Sure." she says, "Just so you know, your fly's down." I look to check. It isn't. I look up and she's already down the stairs.
"Your fly's down." I mutter. I quickly switch to my jeans. I change my PE socks for normal socks, but decide to leave my shin pads on. Who knows, they could be useful. I look around for what else I may need. I pick up my Swiss, Swiss army knife. Yes Swiss. I think about all of the zombie films I'd seen and think of something cool. I grab my childhood metal dog tag. I put it around my neck. "Cool." I say under my breath. I walk back down the stairs and look into the front room. Bella is standing, and motioning to Sam to stand. I step back to let them through as they prepare to open the front door. "Twenty. Minutes." say to them and swing the door open for them. They step out and I lock it behind them. I step away, walk into the office and sit. What now. I then have an idea. I reach behind the shelving units and pull out a long case. I drop it onto the floor and open it up. Inside the box there are two sections. One holds twenty long metal spikes. In the other section is a black concurve bow in three part. I grab the middle metal section. I unscrew the screws on either side, then refasten them with the two white arms in place. I then put the stringing rope to both sides and stamp on the middle, pulling up. I then slot the bow string on either side and slowly release the pressure. I remove the stringer and throw it to the side. I look at the bow and fasten the tiny circle sight. I then balance it on the chair and grab my mum, dad and brothers arrows. I then take the large collection of sharp objects and put them into my hip quiver. I hadn't shot in a while, but aiming at people would be easier. Just aim in the general direction.
"Why don't we get one?" says Lauren, standing in the doorway.
"Jesus. Why do you girls keep doing that?" I ask, yet again close to a heart attack.
"It's funny." she says.
"Well ha, ha. I might have shot you."
"Alright, Katniss." she says. I roll my eyes.
"How are you?" I ask.
"Good." she says.
"Okay. Do you really want a bow?" I ask.
"Nah." she says. Suddenly I hear shouting. "I hope you're good." She looks out of the window.
"I'll go to the upstairs window. Make some stuff to defend and get the others." I say. I run up the stairs to my sister's room. The window overlooks the road, and I see Sam and Bella running from a crowd of seventeen zombies. "Great." I say and take grab my bow as Bella and Sam burst through the door, locking the zombies out, but still surrounding the house. I knock the first arrow, open the window and let it fly as it slams into the chest of the first zombie.
