Part 1

A Chapter by Xx

It was a monday morning. She stood up, going to the bathroom. Noticing something in between her teeth, what was it? blood? She hope not. It looked like a litte smudge of blood or something. She can't remember, she brushed it out anyways. She liked her room, she looked at it. Messy and creative, she thought. With a poster of "The Killers" in the wall beside her bed. She loved that band, she adored them. Her ex did too.

"Hello, Who's this?" She answered her phone.

Nobody answered, just little creaks of static. The other line hunged up. Weird.

Going down, "Mom?" nobody answered. Guess her mom's out for grocery. But then, the car is there. She started to get ready for school. She's, as always, late.

She went out on the streets. It was a chilly monday morning. Nobody was on the streets. That's weird. Last night, everyone was just getting out of their homes to see the fireworks and there was a party on the corner. She went there, but after that she can't remember anything. Now everything looked abandoned. Walking past, she noticed something. She can't decipher what it is. It looked like a dead dog or just some torn out red shirts. She started to run. Her face gave out a disgudted face, she smelled the foul smell. It was a dead dog, with it's intestines and bones out. It was like the people who did this forced the skin out of it's body but gave up anyways.

She looked for somebody but she saw no one, so she just walked past that dead dog. She saw the school, as everything is, it looked abandoned and everyone left in a hurry. She panicked a little. Scared, she ran as fast as she can to their house. She saw that dead dog again but this time, there was worms in it. It looked like it's been rotting there for weeks. She ran and picked up the phone but there was no line, not even a sound. Everything was in it place though. She looked at the cable, it was there too. Phones, all dead. She thought how, it was working a while ago. And now it's dead.

She got the car keys near the fridge. She was worried about her mom. Where is she? Her mom even left the fridge unlocked and the garage door open. She brushed the thought out of her mind. What was important now is that to find another living being besides herself. She started the car, thank God it started.

She got out bringing her backpack with a phone, flashlight, some cash for gas, clothes, and food. she didn't know how she got all these things but it was in the car. Maybe it was her mom. But it was the backpack she used last summer, when they went to the beach. She worried again, opening the globe box, she saw a gun. It suprised her. She didn't thought that her mom owned one, but why?

Why is this happening?

She drove and saw that dead dog again, now it looked like a mummy. Bones dried up and skin turned dark brown. It looked like it was there for years now.