"Boom!" "Boom!" "What's going on?" I thought to myself running out of my front door. Why did it have to come to this?

     I remember before all this huge mess I was in my living room watching the news. On the news it talked about how doctors and scientist had been working on this medicine to cure cancer permanently.

     On the news families had shown there gratitude to the doctors and scientist for saving their loved one.

     If only they had this medicine 5 years ago before my sister caught the devil's disease. Maybe...just maybe...my little sister could be alive today.

     I mean, I know many people feel the same way I fell about this, maybe even more. To think about it if you search on a device you can see people now protesting because their family members have been gruesomely killed by the devil's disease.

    Like if you don't want to spend 5 months in jail then don't protest! Yes! 5 months! Over the years I had been in history class I had paid attention to what was said by my history teacher..."Miss. Harkens." "If we go back 500 years ago, our laws have changed. Back then if you did something like, getting into fights, protesting, ect. You get the point. You'll only have to spend 1-5 weeks in jail. Now it's 5-8 months in jail. Depends.

    Every time I think about my family problems I start to freak out. Like it makes me fell like I'm about to pass out on need a cup of water. I went to the doctor for this. He said "There is nothing wrong with you. You just need to take a break and calm down." That sentence threw me off, mainly because I had already known what was wrong with me.

    I still don't understand why my own father was forced into the army. "Daddy?" I said out of confusion. My mother was standing next to my dad crying. "What's going on?" I asked looking towards my mother trying to see if she would give me the answer. "Honey," my daddy said swatting down rubbing my head. It looked as if my father was struggling to say something. "I...I have to go away for awhile and...and may never come back," my daddy said putting his arms around my shoulders. "Go away?" I thought..."May never come back!"

    How in the world is a little 6 year old girl supposed to understand this? Like I was pretty smart for my age; but I was never taught this kind of stuff or told, or talked about this stuff. Of course, at my age now, I understand what's going on. My dad went to the army...not because he wanted to got but...he was forced.

    I know! This is like 2000 years ago all over again! Well to be exact about 1960 years ago.

But this is a different...weird...because once agian...wemon couldn't be in war anymore. I know right like the old world has come back. Nothing new! Same as ever. Like has the world (people) become lazy? I mean I'm lazy myself but please. Get it together!

    I just really hate this world.

“Bang!” “Bang!” I woke up to a loud

bang… burglar! I see the closest item next to me and grip it in my hands. I

slowly open the door. “Bang!” There it is again. I began walking slowly threw

the hallway leading to the kitchen. Then the shock that was on my face. “Mom?

Is that you?” The kitchen was a mess. I assumed that she was just drunk again.

She was like that ever scene my father left. So I retreated, and we back to my

bed room. Then… I turned and look at her. She was staring right at me. “Mom? Are

you okay?” I asked. No respond… then she began walking towards me.

She was limping as she walked. She didn’t say anything. I hurried to my room. I open

the door and locked it. I could barely breath I was so shocked. “Bang!” “Bang!”

“Stop!” I yelled trying to make sure the door doesn’t open. “Ugh~…” I herd

coming from the other side of the door. I slowly griped the weapon in my hand…and

quickly opened the door and hit my mom with the weapon. Her head was turned

left so I thought I hit her in the head. But she looked up.

I could see her vanes all over her body. Her hair was messy. She looked up… who

is this women? She looks like my mother but doesn’t act like herself. She

completely different.

The women limped to me… then jumped on top of me. The women looked crazy. Like some

psycho. My weapon… I didn’t have it… I remember I threw my weapon but it went

out into the hallway. She tried to bite me.. I didn’t know what was happening.

I took all my power and I pushed the women off me. I got up and grabbed the

same weapon I used earlier and shot out the room.

I

ran the front door and opened it…people have gone crazy…I hear people

screaming…then I hear sirens…It was loud. Normally when I hear sirens I go

inside…But that women in there will hurt me. “Boom!” “Boom!” “Ah~” I screamed

as I bent down. I don’t understand what is happening?

I turn around to the women is standing behind me. In shock I start to run. People

have gone crazy… as I was running…I see this man who seems to be eating…another

person. I start hearing helicopters from the distance. The man looks up…then he sees me…I

start to run…but the man chases after me. I start to run faster and faster…but

I can’t seem to lose him. I decide that this must be my fate. I guess I must

let him eat me…I stop running…turn around…it’ll be over soon…I keep on repeating

in my head. (It’ll be over soon, right?)

“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” Hey! “You okay?”?” I herd as I looked up. “Are you bitten?!” I saw a man he seemed to be around 5’10. He was wearing a navy suit. He took the gun down and asked again. “Hey!

Are you bitten anywhere?”

    “Hey! That hurts!” I yell trying to pull away. “Where are we going?!” “What’s

happening?!” “Be quiet!” I herd the man she as he jerked on my shoulder. “Ow! I

can walk on my own!” “Let me go!” I jerked away from the man and he stopped

walking. He turned around and looked me dead in the eyes. I gulped…I didn’t

like the way he looked at me…it felt like he was going to kill me just by

looking at me.

“Sorry…My shoulder just hurts.” “It’s okay, just keep up.” The man said turning around

and started walking. Should I trust him? He did save me…Deana that means

nothing he could do the same to you! “Hey! Are you coming are not! I can just

leave you here to die!” “No! Please don’t! Sorry...” “Okay move it!” He said

running.

I was just so tired after running from that strange man. “Sigh.” “What’s wrong?” Asked

the army man. “Nothing I’m just a little hungry.” I said as I looked down. “Here.”

Said the army man handing me a gun. Omg is he…no! I think he wants me to shoot that

crazy man!

    Two hours later…We’ve been walking for a long time where are we going? The place

looked empty and dirty. Trash was everywhere. “Hey! Where are we going?” I say

as I grab his arm. The man stops and turns around. “Now. Why should I tell a

little girl?” “I just asked a question why are you so rude!” “Shh…” The man

says as he puts his hand on my month. “What is it?!” I say as I shake my head

away from his hand. “Shh there’s a zombie.” “Why should I believe you? I didn’t

hear anything!” Then…the man grabs me and starts running. “Hey! What are you

doing?!”

    Next I new we were behind a car. “What are…” The man put his hand on my month again.

“Shh there’s a zombie.” He said as he pulled his gun out of his pocket. “Stay

down.” “…” The man stud up and pointed the gun in the air. It was like he was

waiting for something. I remember he said there was a zombie but I didn’t see

nor hear one.

    “What are you doing?” I said as I hit his leg. “Shut up…do you want to die?” “No!

Sorry.” I say as I look away. “Ugh~” I slowly look up and see a man…his skin

was just like that strange women’s that tried to attack me…gray, dirty, vanes

showing…but this time…his face was covered is something black. It looked a

little red but It looked dry.

   “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” “Carp!” The army man seemed concerned. “What happened?” I said

as I stand up. I look to my right and see the man didn’t fall nor die. Didn’t

he shoot the man? But…why did he shoot the man for no reason.

    All of a second the army man grab my shoulder and started running. “Hey! How many

times are you going to do this?!” “What’s wrong with that man?!” “How didn’t he

die?!” Why did you shoot him?!” “He was already dead!”