I was starting to really feel sorry for my dad. Raising two teenagers by himself couldn't have been easy, especially not during the apocalypse.
"Alexandra." Trevor, my brother said, looming over me. "You're supposed to help me set the table. So get off your lazy bum, and help me set the table!" He knocked my book out of my hand.
"That was new!" I yelled at him.
"Maybe I wouldn't have done that if you'd help me set the table!"
"Do it yourself!"
"Trevor and Alexandra get down here right now!" Yelled my father. We walked down the hallway and stomped down the stairs. "Now, both of you, set the table. Please." He rubbed his forehead, staring out the window. "This really shouldn't be possible," he muttered to himself. We set the table in silence, and I thought about how impossible this was; my dad is like, always right.
"It's your turn to let Fredric outside," I said, once we were done setting the table. My dad handed us a bowl of corn, and then a plate of canned tuna. Yum. I shovelled the stuff onto my plate, as Fredric cried at the back door. Eventually, Trevor got up, and let him outside.
That night, I stayed up late reading. It was probably about one in the morning when I heard gunshot down the street. I jumped out of bed, and peered out the window, wondering if it was my imagination. No. Men in black where invading the far right end of the street. I doubted anyone else could hear the noise, since my room was the only bedroom at the front of the house.
I heard a dog barking, and realized that I had left Fredric outside. I ran to my fathers room, and shook him awake. "Dad there are these people-I saw them they're coming they-" my dad jumped out of bed, and ran downstairs. "Get Trevor!" He yelled up at me. I did. We raced down the stairs, and found my father in the kitchen. He stuffed food into a large bag-a large pink-and-green Aeropostale bag...awkward.
"The backyard." He said, shoving some. Canned peaches in his bag. "Go!" The gunshots were closer now, maybe only three houses down. Me and Trevor raced outside, and kicked a hole in the wooden fence. Behind our house was a highway, but because of the apocalypse there was no one on the highway. Trevor practically threw Fredric through the hole. Then me, my dad, and Trevor followed.
That bag must have weighed 20 pounds, Dad still ran just as fast as us. We sprinted across the highway, then into the tall unkept grass beyond that. Huffing and puffing, we laid down on the cold, frozen earth and listened.
I noticed my dad was carrying a gun. I didn't even know we owned a gun. My hands were shaking. What just happened?. I took a a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Dad?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, "who were they?" My father was chewing on his bottom lip, he was either nervous, or thinking of a response.
He sighed. "I don't know. They have to be-well some sort of army force. I don't know what they'd be doing here." I tossed that idea around in m head. Army force? From where?
A gust if wind blew over us and I shivered. It was freezing outside. Although it wasn't completely out of the ordinary, I mean it was almost October, but the temperatures had been dropping faster then usual.
I looked over at Trevor, who was standing up, looking back at the hole in our fence. I followed his gaze, and saw a figure emerge from our backyard. "Dad," I said, panicking I grabbed Trevor's wrist and pulled him down to a crouch beside me. My father saw what was happening and we all inched towards the brush behind us.
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By now I was out of my mind panicking. Me and my dad were on the edge of the brush, while Trevor hid behind us in his bright-orange t-shirt. I could see the figure fairly clearly now: male, dressed in a black t-shirt and camouflage pants, dirty-blond hair, and heavily armed. And he had a girl with him, and they were looking around, probably looking for the escapees.
