The End

Chapter One - The Beginning

The air is cold, as I sit in my bed on a saturday morning.

As I get up to look out the window all I see is fog. I yell out to my mom but I hear no answer, its all silent, not even the ticking of my clock on the wall.

I yell out to my dad but also no answer.

The wind blows hard against my windows, making the trees outside my window bash against the side of the house.

I stand up when I hear growls from what sounds like a dog?

Knowing me I obviously get up to see what it is.

When I see past all the fog and finally realize what was making that noise I fell to the floor gasping.

I guess it all makes sense now, why its so quite and foggy and cold.

Except for the fact there's a thing walking on the road by my house. Other things on the ground eating what looks like a person.

House doors are broken there's no one around.

I get up and run to my parents room they are gone, I search the rest of the house they are really gone.

I fall onto the floor weeping thinking my parents left me.

I wonder why all of this happened when I was asleep. Why didn't my parents wake me up?

The thing that keeps coming to my head is that they are dead.

Actually I really don't know what to think anymore. I'm so confused. "What happened, one minute I'm asleep the next I wake up to this".

I can't leave my house without being eaten alive I guess I'm just gonna have to think this through

Wait a minute! I can go out the back door!

I never thought I would have to pack my bag and leave my own house for good.

But this is how I will survive.

As I run up stairs I think on what my plan is,what weapons I have to bring with me, If I can find any that is.

When I get to my room I grab my back pack, stuffing cloths into it, and look for any weapons. I rummage throuout my fathers closet, I look under the beds, everywhere.

All I could find was a big pocket knife that my dad got me for my birthday .I open the knife and lock it in place, knowing It won't close on my fingers. I slip the blade it in my back pocket, exposing the handle so it is easier to acess.

I go to the back door, and look out. Nothing is there, I go to open the door but stop myself. Food! I think.

I run to my pantrey and grab some cans of speggetti, walking to my knife block in the kitchen, I grab a few and put the biggest one in my front pocket, and the rest in a pouch in my back pack. I grab a can opener and put it in the back also.

I open my fridge and open the bottom drawer, grabbing a few bottles of water putting them in with my cloths.

I look in the living room to see my dads zippo lighter on the table that I got him for Christmas, the name 'Dad' carved into it. I put it in my other back pocket of my dark blue jeans.

I go into the closet by my front door and grab my read sweater, putting it on.

I walk back to my back door and look. Nothing.

I open the door and I'm gone.

Outside is different, there's no people well I should say no alive people. No noise, only the growns of the things.