It has already been four months since the outbreak happened. I've pretty much gotten used to knowing that there are zombies roaming about but what I don't know is what caused the outbreak. Was it a virus that spread? That's how most outbreaks happened anymore because the fucking government and their scientists are always trying to create something new and they end up creating a deadly virus that creates zombies. I try not to worry about that too much and worry about myself and my mom. Sometimes it can get boring around the house without tv and internet of course. I've been spending my days either reading, coming up with a couple survival plans and maybe play a card game or two with my mom. My mom has been trying to keep our spirits up but it feels like each day, i'm growing more sad and miserable. Sure, we have a secured house and food and some sort of entertainment but it sucks not seeing any live humans around. Each time I look out the window, all I see is...death. Sometimes I wonder if there are people like us that are trying to survive in this shitty world. If there are people like that, I would love to meet them.
Most of our food are gone. It has lasted a lot longer than i'd expected but since it's just the two of us, our rationing is pretty good. But now, we're only down to a couple cans of food and a few bottles of water. Our refrigerated food has expired a long time ago and we had to throw it out. I know that me and my mom will have to go looking for some supplies soon but i'm actually pretty terrified of stepping out of the house. I didn't want to end up like Ms. Walker at the very beginning of the outbreak. She didn't even have a chance to survive before her guts were spilled everywhere. That scene still gets to me every now and then but I try to not let it bother me. I'm a good fighter and I have quick thinking so I shouldn't be THAT afraid to leave the house....right?
I sigh as I roll out of bed and head out of my room. I walk towards my mom's room and stand at the doorway. I see my mom reading. She looks up when she notices me at her door."Yes, Rodney?" I bite down on my bottom lip then sigh."We...we need to go out for supplies soon..." My mother sets her book down and sits up then nods and sighs."I know. I would go by myself but I don't want to leave you here." I chuckle lightly. Sometimes I feel the same way about my mom."I...I have the same feelings." It's not that my mom isn't fit or overweight. She's very healthy and looks good for her age but...I still fear of having her face an actual zombie.
"Rodney, if you're afraid of me being around those things..." She started.
I quickly shake my head.
"It's not that..." I lied
She gives me a look and I simply shrug.
"Anyways, maybe we both should just go out and find some food and bring it back here?" She nods. That's when I hear a crash. Me and my mom exchange looks before rushing out of her bedroom and towards the noise. I stood there and saw that a zombie was forcing its way inside."Shit." I cursed to myself then ran to grab a weapon. I ran towards a box I put by the kitchen with a couple weapons. I looked inside and tried to find a good weapon. There were butcher knifes, an axe I found in the attic, a shovel I found in the basement and my dad's old handgun. I didn't know how to shoot a gun plus I didn't like guns because they created a lot of noise so I decided to choose an axe. They were more effective.
I grabbed the axe and ran back to the zombie then went up to it and swung at it. The axe caught onto the zombie's head and I started to pull at it to get it out of the zombie head. That's when the zombie dropped dead onto the floor and started to make a pool of blood around it. My mom stood behind me, terrified. I looked up from the dead zombie and notice that there were a couple more coming our way.
"Shit! Mom, we have to pack our things and leave!"
My mom nodded without arguing.
Me and her both started to run to grab out book bags and started to fill them with stuff we needed like canned foods, first aid kits, bottled waters and so on. I packed our weapons in a separate bag. I ran to my room and looked around for something useful. That's when I saw my pocketknife and I grabbed it then shoved it into my pants pocket. I looked around some more and saw a framed picture of me, my mom, and my dad on my dresser. I stared at it, frozen in place.
"Rodney! We gotta go!" My mom shouted.
Her shouting broke me from my thoughts. I quickly grab the framed picture and shoved it into my bag then ran out of my room. Once we both got everything we need, (and can carry) we left and got into our red mini van. I glanced back at my house to see a few zombies surrounding it and a few zombies heading out way. My mom started to drive away from our house. I sigh as I watched it being taken over in a distance. I've been living in that house since my dad died and it hurts to just leave it like that. It had some good memories and some bad but I loved it. I should've known that we were going to have to leave it eventually. I then felt my mom grab my hand and grip it. I looked towards her to see her smiling at me and I couldn't help but smiling back. Well, as long as we have each other, our home could be anywhere.
"So, what's our first stop?" She asked.
"Our first stop? Our first stop is finding survivors like us."
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