Apocalypse I

On The Move

I woke up next to a warm fire. Under my blanket. I was back in the cabin. Everything that had happened the previous night was a dream. I gave a sigh of relief as I went outside to see my parents. When I went out nobody was on watch. "Maybe they both went to bed." I thought. I walked into the bedroom."Rise and shi......" I stopped midsentence. Shocked. There was my mom and my dad. But, they were both...Dead. My dad was how he was the previous night. But now, my mom was beside him. They were holding hands. She was also shot in the head. I kissed them both on the head. Then, I walked out. I sat by the fire. Rubbing my temples. Trying to recollect the nights events. The last thing I remembered was being in the woods. Then that carrier was about to kill me. Then all went black. I walked out to car. Crying the whole way. I pulled out some soup and walked back into the cabin. Cooking it slowly and rubbing my eyes. I looked over at an old wall clock. It continued to move. Slowly. The pain I felt here was to unbearable. I would move on. I thought for a moment. The world has ended. There is no law. So, I will drive myself. I will move on my own way. I will survive on my own. I wouldn't stay anywhere to long, and I would keep moving. I decided after breakfast... I would clear anything I don't need including my parents things from the car. I just couldn't take them with me. It would be too sad. So I cleared the car. Then I decided, I would clear the house of food. I packed cereal and some jars of pears, oranges, pickles, and peaches. Plus two gallons of water. I drove away. I didn't know where I was going. But I would survive. For them. I drove for six days straight. Then, I ran out of gas.