Out of Time

I used to be the oldest of four.
That was before my siblings tried to eat my neck for a snack.
I used to be the apple of my parents eyes.
Until they tried to hold me down and feast on my insides.

I still don't know how it happened. There have been no specific reports on where the outbreak originated from or how to avoid being infected.
But I know for sure if I don't leave this house soon and search for safety some where else I am going to die.

The food is slowly depleting, I am running out of wood to burn and the dark seems to be coming sooner and lasting longer. Nighttime is the worst time. They stumble around the property, moaning and groaning. Banging on the doors and windows. Trying to scare me from the safety of my home.

Eventually, I am going to have to go out there. Out where death is waiting for me.
Slowly but surely, I am losing my mind and running out of time.