Zombsania

Part 1.9

FEBRUARY THE 12th
DAY 11:

The light from outside landed on the bed in zebra stripes. A light breeze fluttered through the window, disturbing the blinds and the zebra pattern. Within the past 2 weeks I had never woken up to such a tranquil sight. The wind up alarm clock indicated that the time was 8:37 in the morning. Within the past 2 weeks I had also never had the comfort to sleep into such a time. I sat up, crosslegged in the middle of the bed to look out the window. All I could see was the the long driveway littered with grand trees. The grass still looked so well kept and healthy. I climbed out of bed and observed the room. My small backpack sat on the desk. The idea of unpacking the bag and setting up my small amounts of items crossed my mind, however I'm not certain as to how permanent this stay is. Furthermore, if I need to have a quick escape, everything is already in my bag, ready to go. After looting a house and a petrol station a few days ago, the urge to search the room overcame me. It's a shameful thought, but I even thought about stealing the items to help myself with my own survival. How selfish. I had to remind myself that this is someone's house. I left the room to meet the voices that I could hear down stairs.

I walked down the creaky stairs; one of the few spots of the house that hasn't been renovated.  At the bottom of the stairs was the large lounge room that we had sat in last night. I followed the cheery voices and the sound of knives and forks scraping on plates. The formal dining room was situated to the right of the lounge room. I entered to find a platter of eggs and bacon with steam floating through the air. Everyone was so cheery, it was so bliss. Cara, Luka and Matt sat around one edge of the table, while Reese sat comfortably with his feet up on the oak at the other end. Reese was eating soup from a can. This body language reminded me a lot of how Luka would sit. Luka however, sat respectably with a knife and fork in his hands. Matt pulled out a heavy chair from beside it and patted it, exposing one of his warming smiles. I sat stiffly in the chair that he had motioned to.
He patted my shoulder, 'relax, your safe here.' I dropped my shoulders, realising how high they were raised and how tense they were. I picked up 3 pieces of bacon and two eggs. It smelt so magical. The steam grasped at my face. I hadn't tasted cooked food in so long.
'How did you cook the food?' I asked, shoveling the food into my mouth. No need for manors. Hunger takes over.
'We have a barbecue outside,' answered Matt. His head rested on his interlocked fingers. His smile was located at his eyes,' it's nice isn't it?' I nodded my head, my mouth too full to answer.
'It's lovely,' Cara interjected. It was so nice to see Cara happy. She looked so at ease. Happiness is what she deserved. Happiness is what everyone deserved. And I felt grateful that we were some of the few who could still get to experience happiness. After fighting for my life, I really realized the importance of it.

It seemed as though we had found our safe haven.

Every night we would listen to Matt play the guitar. I even sang once. There aren't enough people who are really alive for me to be insecure about. Every morning Matt would make us a large, warm breakfast. Breakfast time was starting to feel normal again.

Reese wasn't much of a problem. He mostly just stayed in his room and kept to himself. There seems to be some unsaid conflict between Matt and Reese. Matt doesn't seem to be aware of it, he is such a positive guy that he sometimes overlooks bad situations. Perhaps Reese is jealous?

I even unpacked my bags, I set up my notebook and pen at the desk. I left the rings that I found on my fingers. I also leant my baseball bat against the wall beside the door.

I felt comfortable. We all felt comfortable ( apart from Cara vomiting for a few nights). I was even able to take the bandage off my head. Everything was falling together nicely. That was until 8 days later, I heard crashes coming from the lounge room. I raced down the stairs with my baseball bat behind Luka, followed by Cara to find that the lounge room had been thrown around; an entire couch had been flipped over, the lamp was broken and had fallen to the ground and the coffee table was broken down the middle with Reese laying on it, unconscious. Matt stood over him. He didn't look like Matt any more. His hair was messier than usual, his eyes peaked out from underneath. His iconic smile was no longer there and was replaced with a down turned scowl. His hand was covered in blood.
He turned to us, 'we can't trust Reese.'

{AN: CHAPTER 2 WILL BE RELEASED NEXT YEAR,
The first part of chapter 2 will be released January the second 2018! Please keep reading and voting. HAPPY NEW YEAR }