Havoc

I hate nights like this. The sky filled with lighting. It is beautiful, but scary as well. We survivors won't hear the footsteps of the undead. I sat at the mouth of the cave. Keeping watch to make sure no leach gets in. The sky is filled with dark clouds; the sun looks like it wants to come out. God must be angry with us to have us go through this.

We moved in these caves escaping the horrible apocalypse. All I had was my little sister. We lost our older brother a year ago. He was helping us out of the car after I wrecked it. I had fell asleep at the wheel and ended up smashing into abandoned car. My sister was hurt, she had a broken leg. Her loud cry attracted the zombies.

 My brother's face was full of fear and panic. He placed my sister in my arms and told me to run until I reached the canyon. My brother gave my sister and I one more hug before saying he loved us. I started to run like he told me to. When I was far away I saw my brother fighting the zombies. I turned away heading for the canyon. Every step I took I heard my brother's muffled screams. My sister nuzzled her head into my neck trying to keep out the painful screams of our brother.

 It was my fault. If I wouldn't have fallen asleep my brother would be here next to me helping keep watch. I could still hear his screams in my head. I don't wish to forget. It reminds me that it was my fault that he is no longer here. My fault my brother was turned into one of them.

I was brought out of my self-torture when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Mat. He was once my brother's friends. He was the one that found my sister and me in the hot dessert.

He sat right next to me putting his arms around me. I leaned into the hug, I welcomed it. He was so nice and kind. I looked into his blue eyes and all my worries disappeared. Our lips only inches away when I heard a scratching sound, my head snapped in the direction it came. And there stood my brother's corpse.