Sacrifice

Day One

This morning, everything was perfectly normal; until we were sent home early. That’s when it all went to hell. I got home, and I heard a scream, so I ran into the living room to see my zombified parents trying to eat my little brother, Jackson’s, brains. I grabbed the lamp and swung it into the back of my dad’s head, sending zombie goop everywhere. I yelled at Jacks to run, and when my mom turned towards me, I swear to God I nearly peed myself. Her eyes were empty, her face bloody. The woman who had cared for me my whole life was gone. That split second of hesitation was just enough for her to rake her broken fingernails across my chest. I grabbed one of my textbooks from the table behind me and smashed her head in, covering myself in blood and gore. I ran up to my room, changed my clothes, and ran back downstairs to tell Jacks to pack. We threw clothes, water bottles, and food from the pantry into a duffel bag and ran. I started to stalk towards the police station, looking back to make sure Jacks followed me. Suddenly a cop named Matt ran up to us and pulled us into an alley, killing a zombie with a pistol. He told us that getting cut or bit by a zombie turned you into one. That was when I realized that I was a dead woman walking, or about to be. I pulled the cop aside and begged him to keep Jacks safe. He agreed, on the condition that I end it. So now, here I am, writing my suicide note. My parents are dead and I have no clue where my friends are. Jacks is all I have left.

Dear Jacks,

Hey, it’s me. Lena. I’m gonna leave you with Matt, ok? It’s not safe for you to stay with me anymore. But you need to stay alive, yeah? No matter what happens, please try to stay safe. I love you, Jacks. Even more than Grandma’s apple pie.

Lena