Andréa in Zombieland

Chapter 1: running

My name is Andréa and today is my seventeenth birthday. But for the seventeenth time in a row there will be no birthday party thrown for me, why? Well, I could just say that my parents don't believe in that stuff but that would be a lie. Although that's what they like to say, I've found pictures of things in my parents desk, I don't know what they are but they look human but with odd features. They had extremely bloodshot eyes, so red the seem to be glowing. The pictures had the word Anima written on the back as well as a date and time. I have no clue what they are, but I think that's why my parents never let me have a party. They're afraid of who might show up and the possibility of them being those creatures. Enough of that though, tonight is the night where I finally won't be bossed around by my parents. Yup, you guessed it, I'm running away. I know it sounds stupid but I need to be freed of them one way or another, I've dealt with them long enough.

It's eleven o' clock at night and my parents have been asleep for about an hour, I start packing my fathers old military duffle bag with all the stuff I need. Money that I've been saving for about three years now (yes that's how long I've been planning this), there's about two-thousand dollars there including all the change. I also grab my Glock, magazine loaded, and five boxes of ammo. When the magazine is fully loaded it holds seventeen bullets. I started learning how to shoot a gun when I was ten and by now, I'm a perfect shot.

By the time I finish packing it's almost midnight. I put my phone on my night stand so my parents can't track me using it and write a note saying "I'm not coming home, don't worry I can take care of myself. Don't come looking for me, it's no use, you won't be able to find me." After that I change out of my pajamas I put on a pair of Black cargo pants that have a chain on them, I put it on in case I don't have a weapon on me, like if I were at school and something happened. I wear them everyday no matter what I never wear dresses or skirts. I need to be ready for disaster, at least that's what my parents always say. Throw a black tank top on and pull my nearly black hair out of the bun I had it in and pull on a black beanie. To finish the look I put my black high top Nike Air forces.

I grab my thigh holster and put it on, my gun already in it. I gab my fathers old military duffel bag that I'm using to put all my stuff in and make sure everything is in its designated spot. Organization is crucial, if there so happens to be and emergency and I realize I've misplaced something, it could be life or death for me or someone else. I tip toe down the stairs and a step creaks. I cringe and freeze trying to listen to my parents. Once it's been about forty-five seconds I start moving, skipping the step that creaked just seconds before. I finally make it into my living room. I creep to the door and unlock it making sure I have my key in my pocket. I inch the door open and step into the darkness I slowly close the door and lock it tip toeing my way off the porch. After what feels like forever I'm finally out of the house. I start running, refusing to turn on my flashlight. Worrying that if there's suddenly extra light it may wake up my parents. I don't mind it though, street lights spaced out along the road give me enough light to see where I'm going.

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I left my house two or three miles ago. Yesterday I parked my car in the middle of the woods and told my parents I brought it the shop to get an oil change and new tires, I also told them that I had to wait a day or two because they were too busy so I had left my car there because it was no go to drive. I know, not the best lie ever but it worked. I step into the tree line and turn on my flash light. I start walking and suddenly my flashlight and duffle fall to the ground and I'm suspended in the air by a rope rapped around my ankles. These definitely weren't there yesterday I walked straight through this path and nothing happened. I can't yell because I don't want people finding me. And I can't reach one of my daggers in my duffle to try and cut myself down. I could shoot the rope but I don't have a silencer and in the middle of the night a gun going off would be too suspicious. While I'm trying to figure out a see a tall man running towards me. He looks odd though. His body seems to be glowing and he doesn't even look like his feet are touching the ground even though he's in a full blown sprint.