Her surivival

Chapter Two.

"Grey" I hissed quietly into the phone. My hands were shaking as I balanced the phone on my shoulder with my ear.

I grabbed a old black backpack and was just throwing random clothes into it.

"What Rosie?" He said groggily. He didn't know.

"You need to pack you and E a bag and get to my house. Now." I said before a added a weak "..please"

"Woah baby what's wrong?" He sounded worried but I heard shuffling so I knew he was doing what I told him.

"Bring your dads gun, some clothes, and your car." I stated before hanging up.

I threw the last of my clothes into the bag. I scanned my room for anything I might need. I don't know what's going to happen but I did know that I couldn't stay at my house. I knew that the possibilities of my only my mom being a walker were slim. I knew what she was and I knew there were more of them.

I pulled off my shorts and underwear. I changed into a new pair and some leggings. I kept on my loose grey long sleeve and rummaged around my room until I saw Grey's black thrasher hoodie and I threw that on as well. I threw my dirty clothes in the corner of my room before putting on my socks and old white converse.

I grabbed the backpack and raced downstairs, French braiding my hair into two braids on the way. I carefully avoided my mom.

I ran into the kitchen quietly. I threw water bottles into my bag and filled a medal thermostat one that I bought a few years ago with ice water. I used the clip attached to it and clipped it onto my bag. I quickly reached for a kitchen knife and put it into my hoodie pocket.

I slowly slid to the floor as the reality of the situation hit me. I started sobbing. Not the cute crying type but the ugly gasping for air sob. I wanted my mom. I needed her.

I cried and cried. I cried until my body couldn't make any more tears. I cried until I had a headache.

I hear the vroom of a car in my drive way and let out a sigh of relief. He's okay. I shakily stood up and wiped at my tear stained cheeks.

I ran out of the house and into his arms. I hugged him like it was the last time I was going to. I hugged him as if my life depended on it.

"Wow Rosie" he chuckled. He pulled away and placed his hands on my cheeks. His smile dropped and he concentrated on my blotchy cheeks and teary eyes.

"Darling... what happened?" He said. Then noticed the backpack on my back. "What's going on?"

"We have to go now Greyson. Do you have Erin?" I rushed out.

He nodded "she's in the backseat. Baby what's going on? Where's your mom" that's when I lost it.

I started sobbing again. Spluttering out incoherent words "she's.... my mom.. she" I cried, gripping onto his hoodie. He just held me.

I finally stopped my gut wrenching sobs. "She's dead." I stated.

"What do you mean she's dead? You're not playing with me? Baby? I'm so confused. What happened? Babe oh my God are you okay? Did something happen?" He rambled I interrupted him.

"- I killed her" He stepped back from me and nervously chuckled.

"Well I didn't kill her first.. something else did. She was already dead when I killed her" I urged him to catch on to what I was saying but a growl interrupted him from talking "shit" I didn't even think about how my mom died or turned.

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