He stood there, rubbing the back of his neck acting like a small child who got caught in a lie, "In the lab, my co-workers and I were working on a top secret government weapon in virus form. It was still extremely unstable. Most of our monkey subjects died when injected with the virus. I just got done making a few adjustments on the new updated virus called, 'Project X' and decided to test it out. The monkey first acted okay, but over the course of a few hours he became more and more violent. He was screaming and banging on his cage. His eyes were completely blood shot red and his gums were rotted. His hair started falling out in patches. After my shift, one of my co-workers tried to put the monkey down but managed to let the damn thing escape. There was numerous people who got attacked by the monkey before he was shot down and killed. I'm assuming the monkey infected them and that's how the virus began to spread. I mean, shit happens, yeah?" Raelynn and I were both completely in shock. "You're fucking joking. I see what this is, you're kidding!" I burst out laughing, bending over slightly to put my hands on my knees before looking back up at him. "For a moment there I really thought you single-handedly brought a horrible virus on us all. What was it really? Disease in the water? Mosquitos?" He looked at me, completely confused on why I was laughing. "No, it...it was the infected monkey. I wouldn't say I single-handedly did it...I mean, I didn't let him escape. Look, we seriously dont have time to talk about this. Shit is gonna go down, and its gonna go down fast. Gear up and get ready. Try to wear thick clothes, harder to bite through. Good shoes for walking in case shit goes wrong." He quickly started patting the dead man, searching his items. He pulled out a tube of chapstick, a pencil, and an unopened hand warmer. "Better not waste resources. Once shit happens, people are going to be taking everything." He slipped the chapstick, pencil, and hand warmer into his pocket then quickly got up. "I'm going to look for supplies in my room, the garage and kitchen. Emma, search the bathroom and your room. Raeylnn, living room. Grab anything you may think useful and we will all meet back here to see what we gathered. GO!" After that, everyone went off as in some sort of race. I put on a black fake leather jacket. I used to wear it when my dad would take me biking before the accident. I quickly put on my good running shoes and slipped my boots in my bag. I quickly ripped through my room grabbing anything I thought we might be able to use, not thinking twice about leaving my belongings. Once I was gone, I ran into the bathroom and did the same thing. Once I was done and in the living room, the others were done and ready as well. "Alright, put your shit in the middle and let's see what we have." I said while pouring out my backpack into the floor. Rae and my father did the same thing.

ITEMS:
3 water bottles full of water
2 packages of matches
1/2 bottle of morphine
1 bottle of antibiotics
3 pair of boots (Each of our own)
1 small radio
A first aids kit
A map
5 cans of canned fruit
7 cans of tuna
8 cans of beans
2 flashlights
16 batteries
3 rolls of toilet paper

We also all changed for the road ahead of us. I wore a light grey tank top, black leather jacket along with skinny jeans and my good running shoes. Rae was wearing her Pink Floyd t-shirt with a light black jacket and her ripped black jeans with her torn up converse. Dad was wearing his dirty looking work outfit. White dirty shirt with dirty black khakis and dirty looking work shoes. Personally, I thought I was the most bad ass looking one, but I kept it to myself.

We also found ourselves some weapons. I found a crowbar, Rae found an Axe and my dad had his gun. I'm sure he had more along with ammo, I think he just doesn't want us being uncomfortable around him. I mean, I've never even seen a real gun until now. I have it admit, it did deeply terrify me, but at the same time it make me feel safer. It made me feel as if we had some control over any situation that attacks us.

We quickly but neatly packed our bags. We all held our weapons close to our bodies as if they were going to protect us just by being there. We all began to shuffle towards the front door. It was like a horrifying first step into the unknown. Once we reached the door, we all took a hard long sigh before dad opened the door. He dramatically reached for the door knob, and I swear I could hear the scary music in the movies when he was slowly turning the door knob. Then, he quickly flung the door open and aimed his gun to the outside world.