Zombie Apocalypse?

Picture, you’re at work. Sitting in your office…, by yourself. You are doing paperwork longing to go home to your family. Something bangs on the door knocking it open. A zombie barges in. A zombie apocalypse will be your death…

For me, I could’ve sworn to myself that it would be my death. The moment it was in my eyesight I nearly fell off of my chair pushing it back so quickly from how startled I was. “Get away from me!” I yelled holding up a bag under my desk. Our office walls were made up of windows. I opened the nearest to bottom window and leaped out of it. I fell flat on my back, the grass crawling its way up my spine. Laying there dazed, I realized that I had to keep running. But the grass feels so nice to lie on after a shock like that. No I have to stay focused. Especially, knowing that my sisters Christa and Addie are at home by themselves.

I have visions in my head about the possible things that could happen if I am not there. I bounce up off of the ground and jolt towards my car. It’s gone. I have to run. Sprinting through the wind, my hair flies in front of my face being difficult to see what direction I am headed. Home.

I get to my front door, dizzy and in shock of everything that is occurring around me. My two sisters, one four years old and one twelve years old, come running out yelling “You’re here, we missed you so much. We were so scared.” They burry their heads in me and I stand there clenching on to them tightly. Tears slightly fill my eyes in the feeling of fulfillment knowing that they are safe. Knowing that nothing happened to them. I couldn’t imagine if they were gone when I arrived. Feeling the tears soak through my coat, I realize that they are both crying as well. This reminds me that we had to get inside. I didn’t want to let go of either one of their hands. I couldn’t.

All three of us take shelter in the bathroom in the basement. Huddled in the corner, none of us dare to leave the bathroom. “I am so happy that you guys are ok” I whispered to them. I know exactly what they are thinking, I wish mom were here. I am thinking the same thing. I lean over and tell them that it’s okay and that I will protect them as I always do.

At a burst of the door, the basement was being invaded. We needed to leave out the back door. I opened a window and popped the screen out. “C’mon guys it’s alright, I will help you up.” My twelve year old sister Christa went first after me. I grabbed onto her arms to help hull her up the side wall. We ran for our lives rounding around the corner of our house. We didn’t exactly know what our plan would be except to run. Down the street there was an all concrete building with no windows or anything except for a ladder to climb inside. It was about a 5x5 concrete box. After getting inside, we removed the ladder so it was impossible to break in.

Hoping we wouldn’t get discovered, I thought about what mom would do if she were with us to comfort us. Even though my sisters and I are about 20 years apart and 12 years apart, we always got along perfectly. We all want her in this situation. She probably would hold us close in her arms and sing. At least I know she would do anything for us to feel better. I thought I better do the same. I say to both the girls, “It will all pass don’t worry. The police will take care of it. They always know what to do.” Just as I say this, I realize something.  “Where’s Addie!?”

With such a panic I try climbing up the concrete walls with no use. How could I leave Addie!? She is only four years old. Tears begin to sting my eyes again but instead start pouring out in buckets. I pray and pray for her to be all right. Why couldn’t this have happened to me? How could I even allow such a thing like leaving her behind, happen? She only got to live four years of her life and now she is trapped somewhere while a zombie apocalypse is taking place. Why didn’t I make her go first? Sitting down in the corner of the concrete box talking aloud to myself, I wipe up my tears with my sleeve making the tears soak down my arm. Christa begins to comfort me and tells me to use the ladder to get back out. I was so worried, I didn’t think about that.

When I reach the surface, everything is still. As if nothing happened. I tell Christa this and she comes out of the concrete room as well. “That is so weird” she says. For a minute I think I am dreaming. Nobody is out on the streets. Everything is quiet. No voices from a distance, no car engines. All, still. Slowly I start walking towards my house. It wasn’t a dream.

My whole house being destroyed still as it was, I see the popped out window. I find my way around the house, constantly wiping my tears. Finally I make it to the basement and she isn’t where I left her. Maybe she ran away and made it safe. I pray and pray and pray that she is alright. I continually search for her around the entire house. She got away, I know she did. She is a super smart independent girl. She knows what to do. I come across the kitchen and then the living room and then her room. There she is lying on the floor, lifeless. No smile, no welcome, no excitement of seeing us two, nothing. I role her over and she is holding onto her rag doll that mom gave her. She called it “Mommy’s Stay Safe Dolly.” Mom always told her that it would keep her safe no matter what. From being scared of the dark, to now. Clenched in between her fingers. She is curled up on the floor. I stare at her as much as I can see through the dam that broke open in my eyes.

I begin to pray in my head, on my knees beside her. It was my job to protect them and I let you down. I left behind not only a four year old but that four year old little girl was my sister. I watched over her. Nobody can imagine losing a little sister like her. I loved her beyond imagination. I’m sorry I let you down. Tell her I love her for me. Thanks, mom. I miss you.