Day 162: not much happened today. I'm still scared. My brother seems scared too. I miss mom, I miss dad. I miss savannah. I don't know what those things outside were, those things that ate my family and my best friend but whatever they are I'm terrified of them. Me and my brother have been living in this abandoned house ever since all this shit went down. I remember it so well... My mom screaming me to get out as the blood sprayed from her neck as she got eaten by one of those.. Things.
My dad taught me and my brother how to survive. How to use a gun. How to kill. My names Eleanor, I'm 15. My brothers name is Tommy and he's 8. We've been alone for a while.
"Eleanor?" I heard my brother whisper.
"What?" I whispered back.
I heard a thump downstairs, I immediately flew up.
"There's something downstairs." He said.
My heart beat faster and faster and my legs felt like they were giving in.
I felt around shakily looking for my gun.
I felt something sharp cut my hand, "fuck" I said lifting up my knife.
I felt the blood, but there wasn't time to worry about that.
"Tommy stay here. Don't come downstairs okay? I'll be back. I love you." I said quickly kissing his forehead.
I always make sure I tell him I love him. It might be the last thing I say to him.
I slowly crept downstairs looking around.
I entered the kitchen slowly. Another bang. Coming from the living room.
I heard the moaning.. one of them got in.
I slowly walked towards the living room and I saw it.
It turned it's face, it's disgusting bleeding dead face and it started walking towards me.
I pushed it forwards onto the floor and stabbed it in the head.
And then I broke out in tears. I can't live like this! What's the point in living? There is no point anymore. Everyone is dead, my family, my friends, everyone!
There's no fun in staying in this shitty house, eating canned food & bottled water and sitting here. All day. There's no where to go, no one to see, nothing to do.
I got up and searched the house for how the thing could've gotten in.
The door was broken. How could the door be broken? It just fell right off..
My heart stopped.
I ran upstairs and grabbed my backpack.
"Tommy we have to go, we have to go now. Grab your backpack, get all your stuff in it, I'm going to grab the rest of the food and then we're leaving." I said quickly. I started to run downstairs but I stopped.
"tommy?" I said.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
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Teen FictionA brother and a sister, living alone in an abandoned house after the zombie apocalypse has hit. Trying to survive together, without falling apart. But they soon find themselves in trouble, and get rescued by a group of survivors. What now?
