Chapter 2

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Isabelle

"Mom?! Dad?!" I cried, terrified. There wasn't an answer. Nothing but a loud groan. My stomach jumped. I grabbed my knife, one of the first ones that my dad got me. I crept to their bedroom. Two walkers bent over my parents, chewing and slurping. "Hey!" I screamed, furious and heartbroken. "Why don't you come over here!" They slowly got up, staggering and stumbling. I drew my knife and plunged it into the forehead of one. The walker, which I had decided to call them since they walked, slid off the knife, collapsing. The second one lunged at me, and I hurled my knife. The knife sank into its head. I grabbed the knife before the walker fell. I wiped the blood onto my jeans. I ran to my parents. Mom was already gone, so I whispered, "I love you, I'm sorry." Then I stabbed her. I ran to Dad. He barely had time to choke out, "I love you," before he died. "I love you too." Then I stabbed him.

I went to my room and grabbed my bag. Then, I packed a change of clothes, a water bottle, a few cans of food, a granola bar, a mini first aid kit, an Airsoft gun, extra BB's, and a framed picture of me, my mom, and Dad. Sage was also in the picture. Then I tightened the draw string, and pulled on my black leather jacket. I was wearing a black shirt, jeans, and lace up black boots.

My jacket had inserts for knives, so I filled those up. I grabbed my two thigh sheafs, and put a knife in one and my real automatic Glock in the other.

I put a knife in a hidden source in my right boot, on the inside. I pulled my belt on, and put bullets in the little sack on it. Then I shoved my .44 pistol in the holster. I hooked on a compass, and took one last look around. On an after thought, I grabbed two mini flashlights. I shut and locked the door. Then I headed to Sage's house.

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