Apocalypse

Chapter three: ~A stranger knocking.~

"Hana?"
"What daddy?"
"Come on over here, and-a gimme a hand with this would ya?"
"Sure daddy."

Dad was waiting for me in the corner of the building. He wanted me to help him move some of the shelves in the aisles to board the glass windows in the front. It shouldn't be so hard considering they had wheels. I tried to push one. It was actually quite heavy. But we somehow managed to put the shelves against the windows.

"Hey hun?"
"Yes, Bryant."
"Wanna do me a favor and-a take a look around? See if you can find some supplies. Weapons even maybe?"
"Sure."

Mom and dad seemed frustrated with each other. Mom called me over to sit with Joyce, as she went and found some useful things.

"Hey Joyce!"
"Hey Hana."
"How ya holdin' up sweetie?"

She shrugged.

"Look, Joyce. I don't know what's goin' on. I'm tryin' to figure it out, but... I don't know maybe daddy will tell us tonight."
"I hope so."
"Me too Joy"

Mom called for dad. She was behind the counter.

"Honey?"
"What Pam?"
"I need ya."
"I'll be there in a second."
"Bryant."
"Fine. Fine. I'm comin'."

Dad walked over to mom behind the counter.

"Woah?"
"I know should we take it?"
"Well who else is Pam? Yes, we take it!"
"Okay."

Mom started to walk off with something.

"Pam?"
"What?"
"Give it to Hana."
"Are you crazy?"
"No. Think about it. You can find another one, and Joyce can find a knife or a shovel."
"No way, were the parents we protect them."
"They need to know how to defend themselves!"
"No!"
"Honey. they can't just stroll along and pretend that they're safe with nothin' on em. They need a weapon. And weather you like it or not, it's gonna have to happen."
"Ugh. Fine. I guess your right."
"Sorry hun. it's just the right decision."
"Okay. But you're telling them where you were tonight, and what is goin on with the world."
"We can tell them tomorrow."
"YOU, can tell them tonight.

Joyce and I walked up to dad.

"Momma. Daddy what's goin on?"
"Joyce honey. I'll explain. Go on and get them blankets from the back."
"Alright daddy."

Joyce grabbed the blankets slowley.

"Thanks hun. Just set them in the corner there."
"Kay."

Joyce was being slow. I knew she was scared. But this was not the Joyce I knew. She was like in her own world or somethin'. I feel bad, but she should man up at least a little.

Something banged on the glass door. All I could hear was a bang and terrible moaning, mixed with tuberculosis. It was terrible.

"It's them."
Dad yelled.

He asked mom to hand him the gun she had found under the counter. He told me to help him move the shelve in front of the door. I decided to to it though I was scared. But he needed help! I had to do it!

"Hana push! I'll pull!"
"I'm tryin'!"
"Try harder!"

I tried hard. and we finally got it open. It looked like a person. Though he was really scuffed up. I was scared, but quiet. Joyce was screamin'. Was it a freakin' zombie? I'm so confused. Different things are rushing through my head. Dad took the gun and pointed it right to the man's head. Dad shot him. My dad. Shot a man.
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"Daddy!"
"What sweetie?"
"You shot a man in my head."

Joyce was still screamin' and cryin' into momma's sweater.

"It's alright Joycie. Honey calm down."

She was still cryin'. Finally dad spoke up.

"Everyone. I'll explain. Just , get to bed. everyone. Lets go on and set up in that corner here."

Dad pushed back the shelve against the door, while we all set up in the corner.

"I'm sorry, Pam, Joyce, Hana. I'm so sorry."
"Why'd you HAVE to shoot it Bryant?"
"Pam. I wanted to show the girls what they looked like, and how to deal with it."
"You're gonna tell em now."
"B-but."
"Bryant now!"
"Okay."