The Cure

Panic. That's the only feeling I have right now. Grabbing a plastic bag I fling open my drawers and grab whatever I can in ten seconds. I sprint to the kitchen. Pushing all the canned food into the same bag until it overflows. I take one last glance to the living room and wish I hadn't. Mom and dad lay dead. The 'things' have killed them. The only chance I have of survival is if I run now.