Infection

3 → Yellow Light

Friday → Astrid

I replayed the death of my mother in my head, her screams weaving through my brain.

The yellow light of the truck. My mother and I holding hands as we walked down the frosted pavement, and how the lights of passing cars lit up the dark pavement, ribboning up and down hills and around corners. The ice on the road, the truck colliding. She pushed me away.

I was only 4, if I was 10 years older, I could of done something. Now they were both infront of me, both of them are gone. It was all my fault, if I could of pushed my mother away, I could be the one whos dead. When I was a little older than 4, my father told me about my mother's death, when I began to sob, he told me that she'll always be with me. He said that when he finally passes away, he'll be with me too.

But now, I know im alone.

His bright blue eyes had now turned white, he moaned as the life was sucked out of him. My feet finally began to move, my feet moving slowly, they began to pick up and I was soon running up the stairs.

Where do I go? Do I leave? I thought to myself. The stairs to my bedroom caught my eye, I decided to go upstairs and gather some stuff, I grabbed a pair of scissors, a knife and some other practical things I may need, like a flashlight.

Tears began to fall from my eyes as I closed my bedroom door for the last time, once I got to the bottom of the stairs I looked around and tried to reassure myself. At that moment, my mother burst though the door down to the basment. I took the oppotunity to run, I opened the front door and ran out onto the street, I was still wearing my nice clothes, my hair neatly tied back. Inside my bag was some of my older clothes, I could change into them when I got away.

Distant moaning noises echoed down the street. At that moment, our neighbours opened their door.

I gasped. They were gone too. More and more of the doors town the street began to open. I ran down the dark and cold street, occasionally slipping on little pieces of ice. My feet patted along the ground, I kept running in the darkness until my body collided with something, I was falling to the ground until my body was caught in the mysterious figure's arms. Frances. His face was turning pink again. "Im sorry Astrid, I don't mean for this" he whimpered. He was alive, he wasnt dead like the rest. I quickly got to my feet and wrapped my arms around him. "You're alive" I said into his shoulder.

"Ye-yea I guess" he said, he seemed sad.

"Frances, what happened?" I asked, pulling my arms back.

"I don't know! I was sitting in my living room when the front door swang open, a limb body staggered in the doorway and bit my father.. his eyes turned white!" He began to sob.

I nodded. "My father is dead too"  I said. He wasnt listening, he began to look around the street, the dead were beginning to flood towards us. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and we began to run.

Saturday → Astrid

Frances and I were in the same class, we didnt speak much in person but online we had a group of friends. I guess this was our oppotunity to grow closer. We'd been running for hours, we reached the countryside and its now the early hours of the morning. Most of the town are dead now, there are a few people we've passed that are fleeing like us.

We were heading for the mountain side.