The Walking Dead

Leaving

"Carter, come here," yelled my dad.
I walked downstairs to the living room and my dad was looking at the things roaming around outside our house, "You do understand what's going on, right," I nodded not knowing what he was going to say next.

"I don't think I can survive, but I want you to," he paused and looked back at the window, "I want you to go stay with your Aunt Dawn."

I had always hated my Aunt Dawn, I didn't have a reason to, but I just did. "I want you to go pack your camping backpack right now because you're leaving today," my dad said with no emotion. He pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead "Remember I'll always love you Carter,"

I nodded and sauntered upstairs into my room and grabbed my backpack from the top of my closet. I would never think of leaving my dad, but I knew he just wanted the best for me. I stuffed five shirts in the bag with some deodorant, two pairs of skinny jeans, five pairs of leggings and two pairs of Nike socks. I grabbed any useful thing in my room that could help me and stuffed them in my bag. I stuffed the empty journal and brand new pens I had found in my closet to write in to keep me sane from all of this, and just in case I brought my iPod with all the music I loved to listen to if I could somehow charge it. I double checked everything and took one last look at my room and left.

I got down stairs and couldn't find my dad. I looked in every room and when I got to his and my moms old room, I saw him with a gun on the the floor and blood running down his temple. My dad had shot himself. I kissed my dads cheek and grabbed the gun, "Bye dad,"

"Remember I'll always love you Carter,"

I turned and closed the door with tears running down my cheeks. I loaded a duffle bag with food, a few knives from the kitchen, the photo album filled with pictures of my family, and the keys to my black Jeep Wrangler. I loaded all my gear into the passenger seat and left the small house.