(Charlies Point of View)
The four of us sat around the overwhelmingly bright Tv mounted on top of the busted up wood Tv stand. My mother clutched my sleeping younger brother close to her on our sagging couch with my dad right next to her. I sat on the floor by their feet and looked up at the station that was just barely coming in. The Tv itself was hushed but understandable. On it showed the image of a singular disheveled man sitting at a long desk with a blue background and the bold words of 'News' across the top. The house itself was bored up with little to no light shining through. The light blue paint was peeling off the walls and the sounds of car alarms going off in the distance set us on edge. The man on the screen started to speak, cutting through the silence of the four.
"Due to a recent discovery, it is shown that biters are attacking adults and seniors more than teens and children. Why this is the case we still do not know,"
he announced the message very matter of factly before my dad turned off the tv and pinched the brim of his nose. I turned around so I could see the three of them clearly. My parents made eye contact with each other and exchanged a concerned glance. They ushered me to bed and carried my brother too his room. I could hear their hushed voices from downstairs as I drifted off to sleep.
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