Smiles as I play with the small baby on my lap. "Whos my big boy Luke! Whos my big boyyy" I coo at the two month old on my lap. Mom smiles as she washes the dishes.

It only took a few weeks for her to recover from giving birth. Luke starts crying and squirming out of no where "moooom he's hungry again" I shout out. She walks over after washing her hands and picks up the boy. She pulls down her shirt a bit and starts feeding the hungry child.

She'll need to start going on runs again once he stops needing her milk. But for now dad has to do extra runs to support us.
When she's done she burps him then passes him to me "put him down for a nap please" she smiles at me softly. I nod and take him from her. I start walking around before leaving the hut.

The small child nuzzled into my shoulder. Some people glare at me like they always do, I'm a stage 2 after all. I do my best to ignore it as I hum to the baby, my baby. I smile as I walk back to the hut laying the sleeping child down in his crib.

Luke doesn't need brest feeding anymore, so mom had to leave to do runs too. I miss them when they leave, but I'm happy I get to take care of him.

I watch as the almost 4 year old grabs one of my shirts putting it on. He giggles looking up at me smiling brightly
"Lilly looks!" he cheers happily as he shoots his chubby arms out "IM A BIG BOY!" He points at himself grinning happily
"I got dwessed alllll by myself!"

I smile nodding as I pick him up spinning him.
"yes your a very big boy!" his squeals of joy at the action warm my heart as I plop my butt doen onto the bed holding him.
"Your my big boy" I say this softly into his ear as I cradle him.

He giggles squirming away from me. "Play with me!" I laugh nodding as I stand up.

I help him out of my shirt putting him in his so he doesn't trip on it.
I then growl lowly and he claps giggling. He runs and I chance him growling. I obviously don't run as fast as I can.

He grabs his teddy bear as he out the door. I smile and keep chancing him. No longer growling though, they might try to kill me if I do. I catch up to him gabbing him by his waste. He squeals yelping and I start tickling his stoumch. He breaks down laughing kicking out.

I carry him back ignoring the suspicious looks I'm getting from people around us. I keep playing with him all day. At night time I tuck him into his car bed. Luke cuddles into the blankets smiling "wead me a book" I nod grabbing the book ugly ducking reading it to him. After I'm done I look up to see him sleeping.

I walk back to my room checking a day off the calander silently.
Mom and dad have been gone for a week already.. I shake my head to clear the thoughts as I lay down. I end up laying in the bed for hours, an able to sleep.

The thoughts of my parents filling my mind. After around 4 hours of this I eventually fall into a deep slumber.

Screaming, theres so much screaming. I feel my body jerk up and I look around in a daze.

Luke crying and screaming snaps me into focuse immediately. I jump up grabbing my knife as I run out of my room. Almost tripping as I skid into his room. I feel my eye's widden at whats happening as a scream escapes my parted lips. The monster holding my little brother, a zombie, is ripping open his small arm with its teeth.
I run over as quick as I can ripping it off of him stabbing it in the head. He falls to the ground and lays there silently as I stab.

He starts sobbing which shakes me out of my trance as I rush to him. Quickly putting his blanket over the bite. Trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

I feel the tears falling down my cheeks as what just happened sinks in... My little brother was just bit. I have to get him to an elder to get the vaccine. But judging by the screaming that won't be happing any time soon. I gently hold him in my arms rocking us back and forth to try to keep him calm...
'Oh god please hurry up and kill these fucking zombies.. Please oh god... Someone help...' I can't lose him.. I shake clinging to him. He looks up at me crying

"sis..? Am I gunna dies...?" I quickly shake my head no shushing him as I hug him closer "you'll be fine.. Your sister will protect you.. Just be a good boy and don't fall asleep ok...?" I try my best to keep my voice steady, but its shakey and weak... I feel him nod into my chest.
'I'm scared...' I shut my eyes clolosed tightly.

Around an hour passes and the fever starts. Lukes shaking and panting. His heads burning hot. I hum to him softly as I rock him.

A few more hours pass by as I hold him. I gave him water but he can't eat anything, well he won't. I hear the grouns and screams stop.

Its been around 8 hours since he was bit. I quickly run to the door looking out. Theres blood and dead everywhere. The main door probably got breached. I run carrying him past all the dead to the elder doctorsnhouse.
"PLEASE LET ME IN SIR" he opens the door looking down at my little brother "when was he bit." he says this more like a statement then a question.
I go to answer then my mind goes back to the stages we learned about in school
"only around an hour. Please help him..." the elder looks between us a few times then nods going inside.

He grabs a syringe injecting it into his neck. Luke crys in pain gripping onto me.
"Shhh its ok baby..." I say softly as I look up at the elder
"thank you..." he nods and I walk back trying to ignore all the dead bodys.

I lay Luke down in bed putting a cool cloth on his head and stoumch sighing. Sits down watching him.