I walked outside, frightened. My heart was beating faster than the last time I had Taco Bell. I dropped to the floor faster than a sack of potatoes. I sat there and thought, where is everybody? I walked inside and turned on the television. That fuzzy black and white screen came up. I turned it off. I tried to remember my parents. The previous day my parents were acting a bit strange. The went grocery shopping, but came back with nothing. They took most of there clothes out of the dressers. I asked them what they were doing, they told me all the clothes had to be washed because they were dusty. I didn't worry about it and went to bed. I got my bicycle out of the shed and headed towards the park. The only problem was I wasn't the best at riding a bike, I'm 15 so I feel like that's still normal for a boy my age. Usually all the kids are at the park, playing on the swings or pretending to be pirates. It was deserted. I heard a squeal come from the forest right beside the park. I stepped into the vegetation and scanned for any people, I look at the earth below me, a squirrel walked up beside me, squealed, and climbed up my shoulder, I decided to name him, Chris, and rode my bike back home, and fell like four times on the way.
