The Enemy U.S.A.

Chapter 2: The Escape

     The grown-ups started to groan loader. The siblings heard them sniffing, they had to stay quiet or they would get ambushed. Kevin and Lissette crouched down.

     Kevin turned his flashlight off and carefully put it away, tucking it in his back pocket. He drew his other long dagger. He was looking all around for an escape root. He looked at the other door which lead out of the serving area. It was most likely locked. It would make a lot of clicking when picking a lock.

     There was no other way but out off the door he opened. They had two options: fight there way or they would have to create a distraction and sneak out. Kevin looked for something to throw, he found a spatula on the floor. He picked it up and started choosing where to throw it. He thought about throwing it near the locked door, They might make it out, but they didn't know what types of grow-ups they might be dealing with.

     There are 3 types of grown-ups. There are the fast but dumb ones, the strong but slow ones, and the smart but weak ones. Kevin decided to take a look at his challengers. He recognized some of the grown-ups under all those boils, there were 8 in total. He recognized his 7th grade math teacher, Mr. Hansen, his 7th grade English teacher, Ms. Steinberg, and his 8th grade algebra teacher Mrs. Urso.

     Kevin would feel no guilt in killing them. They would have no memory of who they were and what they knew. They only know how to kill and eat. He gets this from his first encounter with an infected grown-up, his mother.

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     It was a Thursday morning. Another day in the apartment. It was time to get up for school. Kevin turned off his alarm clock, it was 6:15 a.m. He followed his usual routine: brush teeth, make breakfast, get dressed, make lunch, leave for school. Kevin and Lissette's lives changed after they were ready to go to school. 

     They heard gargling and groaning coming from their mother's room, it sounded very inhuman like. "Mom," Kevin called. "You okay?"

     Then they heard feet bang on the ground, slowly making there way to the siblings Kevin noticed some weird, red boils on his mother's skin. She was looking down, her night gown covered in sweat and grease. Her hair was all tangled. "Mom," Kevin sounded worried. "You look really sick! Do you want me to call 911?" No answer.

     Lissette stood there in fear, her mouth wide open. Kevin went to touch his mother, but when he got near, her head swung up and she looked at him with her yellow, red eyes. "What the fuck," Kevin said in shock. Lissette screamed. 

     Their mothers face had boils and looked grey. Her look was dead, they weren't human. She showed no emotion. She outstretched her right arm, groaning. She moved fast, right at Kevin and Lissette. "Mom," Kevin yelled. "What the fuck! Stop! Help!"

     Kevin pushed his sister out of the way as their mother grabbed at her. Then she looked at Kevin. Her eyes had a murderous look. "Stop," Kevin yelled. He looked to his right and saw the kitchen knives. He grabbed one. "What the fuck happened to you?" His mother lunged at him. Kevin closed his eyes and screamed, jabbing the knife at her. He heard a gasp. He opened his eyes only to find the knife in his mother's heart. She was looking down at it. The person who wouldn't let her kids do anything, saying it was out of love, is now dead. She colasped to the floor.

     Kevin had mixed feelings for what he did. He knew she wasn't human in the brain, she was gone. He looked down and saw her body twitching. He knew she'd be dead. He saw the pain in her eyes. The same pain he had living there with her. He wasn't happy, he was upset. He did love her, but he didn't know if she did. She stopped twitching.