As I woke up to here the news blaring from the radio I wondered what the hell was going on. I went down stairs in my shorts still half asleep and saw my parents packing a load of food, anything they could fit into a decent sized bag and I looked and asked "what's going on" and they looked at me worriedly and told me to go pack some things but nothing heavy. I asked again and still the same answer, pack your things. I hurried upstairs and got dressed and took my desert camouflaged backpack and filled it with some things.
I had no idea what to take so I shouted down the stairs "what do I need", seconds after I got a reply "you need some clean clothes and get the medicine out of the cabinet in the bathroom" my mother shouted. I turned on my telly only to find the news and nothing else for once. As I turned to the right channel the reporter started talking about a disease and how if you get bitten you would die you
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The Apocalypse
HorrorDay 1 10:00 Thursday 15 September 2014 The bombs were dropping and my house was shaking. I new this wouldn't go well, the first phew days or maybe even the first week. We didn't wait for any help because we new help wasn't coming. We just packed up...
