WWV (The End)

Rushing... I cant deal with this stress... My family... is... is... gone.....

I'm a normal high school blondie, with just the dream of growing up successfully and becoming something my life depends on. I have 1 sister and 1 brother, twins.. Lucas and Tristyn. My parents abandoned us when I was 8.. now im 16, Lucas and Tristyn are 14 now. Our parents never bothered to see us, or send us letters or anything. Just gave us up to the fostercare system. I dont bother to dwell on the faction of my parents being deseased, or just didnt like the fact of having kids. Now, being 16, turning 17, I live on my familys farm. I enharited it when i turned 15. Thats the age when ever a kid on my fathers side enharits something special down the line of realitives. I have absolutly no family left, my mothers and fathers side both have moved or are deseased. I'm Brynnyn Terrence, and this is my horrid story.

-ABOUT 1 YEAR AGO-

I woke up to screaming. I ran down the stairs faster then I ever had in my life. Usually on the country side of Glovertown, Newfoundland, theres just wild animals roaming, not much happens here... but today it was torture to Canada's identity. I see my sister standing down stairs starring out the window shaking.

"Tristyn?"

She turns around, her face is covered in blood along with her hands and clothes. My eyes widen and I cover my mouth, I look down behind her and see Lucas' bodie just lying there innocently. I collaps to the ground crying. I cant breath, I cant believe my eyes, I cant believe... that such an innocent girl killed our brother. Half way down the stairs. I lied there, on back with my hands scratching down my red devastated face. I just cant bother to think. I hear shooting... Tristyn runs over to me, she hugs me.. she explains that she found him like that. I just fall so far from being on earth. My head is on another planet. I stare deadly at Tristyn. She looks so dead inside, but she doesnt cry or anything.

"You know I didnt do this right?"

I just stay still.. I go over to the bodie of my brother. Tears streaming down my face. I place my hand on his heart. The stairs were behind me.. theres an extension into the living room, surrounded by glass... I stand up and see a clear shot through the glass straight to my brothers stomach hight! OMFG! Dead people are all over my grass.... the 200 acres of land were fill with blood, guns, and bodies. Turned away for a second, I see Tristyn holding a knife to her thoat, blood spilled from it. She had tears of scarce in her eyes.

"NO!" I ran to her, she fell but i caught her.

"NO,NO,NO! YOU CANT!"

She smiled and said, "I love y-u.. Im doing-this for-Lucas... I-I-Love-yu..."

Shes gone...in my own arms... when i hold my sister... i felt death reaping over me when she was younger. She had cancer, Lucas too... I cry without thinking why Lucas was gone.

I screamed so loud! I cryed so much! My life felt over! "AHHHHHAHAHHAHHHAHHHAHHHAH!"

-A FEW WEEKS AFTER-

I realized what was going on. WW5! Its 2022 already.. I still break down at the sight of kids or the thought of my siblings. WWV isnt people fighting... it's zombies... but they're not like the ones in the movies or shows... they feel affection, can smell warm blood, and are fast. They act like humans but they eat them... capture them.. then eat their flesh while still alive. Some arnt as smart and can't run.. some are smart and bite. They're bite is poisonous, it turns you into them, but your still alive. Some die by chocking on infected blood or their own blood, some can be killed with wooden or steel or iron cased bullets. But you better be damn good at running and shooting, cause once those buggers come after you, Your nearly done for.
I already rummaged through phone books, address books, paper, book shelves, anything that would lead to a relative or friend that wasn't dead or turned. It was about time. I boarded up the house right after my siblings death. It brings happy thought to know that they are dead now, in a better place then whatever this is. If they were here, the thought of them being tortured.. woken up every hour.. our life would be over. I don't cry anymore, after the death of them both I stopped, I realized the help they did for both them and me. I wouldn't have to worry about them, now all I worry about, is getting to St. Louis alive!