Listen to Me

Class ?? Outbreak: June 20th at 9:32 am

Current Location: Possibly Washington, DC
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By the time we finished eating, I looked around and noticed something that surprised me, but didn't surprise me at the same time. Nobody was really conversing with anybody.

"Jeremy?" Braxton asked quietly.

"Yes?"

"When is Dad going to be back?"

I sighed and shook my head, not really having a good answer. "I don't know. We just have to pray that he'll make it here safe."

He nodded and took a sip of his milk. Olivia strummed her fingers on the table as if she was impatient. "Is there anything we can do that'll entertain us until he does get here?"

I shook my head. "Once I got here, I pretty much passed out surprisingly. I don't know what's around here yet."

"Can we take a look around or something?" She asked.

I shrugged. "Sure."

Olivia got up and motioned Brax to follow close to her, and he did. I let them lead the way, but I also told them not to run off by themselves like they did this morning. Thankfully they decided to listen to me for once.

The place really wasn't that big. It was two stories tall and shaped like a regular house, but it seemed to be extremely wide. The children seemed to get confused on where they were, so I got in between them and held both of their hands and led the way.

I found a door at the end of the hallway that was secluded from the others. Olivia decided to run ahead, ignoring my calls for her to stop.

"Olivia! We don't know if we can-"

But she opened the door, and froze dead in her tracks. We caught up to her, and I was amazed at what I found.

Weapons. A huge stash of guns, grenades, bombs, mines, everything military that you can possibly think of.

"Get out of the room, now," I said, backing them up and out of the door.

Olivia didn't want to listen. "I want to see them!"

"No, those things can kill people. Now get out of the room," I said again, grabbing her arm and throwing her out.

She gave me a sour expression and stomped away with Braxton looking worried. I closed the door behind us and took them back towards the bedroom. Olivia, again, wanted to protests against me.

"We haven't explored the other side! Jeremy!"

I didn't listen. I let go of Braxton's hand and opened the door to our room. I threw them in there and closed the door, locking it.

"Sit on my bed. Right now," I said sternly.

They shuffled to do as commanded, and Braxton sniffed.

"Let me ask you a question. What makes you think that you guys can do whatever you want to do?"

I waited for a response, and I never got one, as I expected.

"I'm talking to both of you. What makes you think that you can get up at whatever time you did and go do whatever you want without someone there with you?" I asked again.

"I thought that it was okay," Olivia said quietly.

I sighed and nodded. "That's understandable. I'm not really mad at that, but guys, we don't know these people. We don't know what they can do to us when we least expect it. Next time, make sure I'm with you guys, okay?"

They both nodded, and I gave them a kind smile. I knew what was in their heads though, so that's why I wasn't currently chewing their heads off at the moment.

Dad was gone, and our mom was dead.

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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The shotgun fires.

I grunted loudly as I ran north, desperate to see my three children's faces again.

My name? You should know by now, William Mills. Thirty-two years old, widower. My wife, Gina, was killed in a raid of clickers, along with my best friend, John Lehman. His wife was also killed in Tallahassee due to a raid.

I popped in three more bullets so I didn't have to reload after my last one. I cocked it and continued to run north out of the city limits.

I'll admit it, I was exhausted as hell. My legs felt like they wanted to break in two large pieces of bones.

But I was dedicated.

I told my son that I'll see him soon, if you read that part of the book or not.

To be honest, I'm glad John gave me this journal. Right now, it's the only thing keeping me alive and sane.

I saw more and more zombies and Clickers roaming the streets of uptown Atlanta.

God, the Clickers are a bitch to kill sometimes. I'm beginning to believe that the mushrooms and the nasty fungus on their face protects them from attacks. I still don't see how shotgun shells lessen the blow, though.

I was already running out of bullets, and the sun was already setting, I think. It was hard to tell because it was always dark and cloudy.

"Come on Will. Just get out of the city and it should get better," I told myself.

Am I going insane already? I hope not. I don't think so, at least.

I ran at a decent place, trying my best to save as much energy that was barely left in me. Finally, I found an abandoned restaurant that looked empty. I looked around, and nothing was chasing after me at the moment.

With some force, tried to open the front door, but it was locked. I slid the gas mask off carefully, and there was no spores around. I looked at the clouds, and nothing was coming either. I sighed in relief.

I looked upwards and I saw a window that I could crawl through. I just needed a way to get up there.

Scanning around the building, I found a dumpster in a dark alley. I pulled out my flashlight and looked to see if any hidden crawlers wanted to bite my ankles off.

Nothing.

I jogged over and slowly began to push it under the window. It squeaked loudly, but I managed to not draw too much attention to myself.

I then climbed onto the dumpster, and in the distance I heard the sound of motorcycles revving their engines, and it seemed to be getting closer to me.

I mumbled some bad wished and thoughts under my breath as I avoided the glass shards in the condensed hallway.

Sighing, I made myself comfortable in a closet. Well, maybe not necessarily comfortable, but I had a few extra batteries, so at least I could see what I was writing.
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