All a blur

It was all a blur, the smell of vomit thick in the air.

It burnt my nostrils, the metallic stench of their blood.

The gun smoke dancing lazily in the air where I ended the lives of my mother and aunt.

Wayland took me away from the scene and covered the bodies.

My father always told me to keep a gun close and hidden just in case.

But… but I never thought it would be to end the life of my savage aunt who I found gnarling away at my mother’s brains in bathroom entrance.

My brothers hadn’t been bitten and I was now shoving clothes and food into our backpacks. I had an emergency bag packed for disasters… I never thought I’d need it, but then again. Seeing a zombified version of my aunt killing the woman that gave birth to you sends a kick to the face for you to realize that the disaster had struck.

It was the dead of night and the screams were echoing around the locked house as my nine year old brother cried. “Stop it. Please we need to get got. Help Wayland pack.” I had gotten him up off the floor by our dead mother and pushed him into the kitchen with our older brother, only a year older than me at eighteen, as he cursed and prayed.

But I don’t think God cared much, about the vulgarity of his prayer. I prayed that my father was safe, he was at war and now it was us too.

I got the two bags I had already packed lacing my combat boots on and pulling on my black jacket on as I made sure the boys were done. “We need dad’s gun Kai.” He exclaimed as Hayden’s eyes widened through his tears.

“I know the combination. Get him to stop crying and wait on me.” I hurried to the bedroom. The blue floral sheet I used to cover my aunts body dampened with blackish blood. I held back the vomit and entered the room. I yanked open the closet door and hurried to unlock the safe. The lock clicked and I thanked any God who was listening that he hadn’t changed it before returning to war. I took out four guns; I sheathed two blades around my ankle and grabbed the machete he kept in the back on the closet. I checked each gun for bullets and turned the safety on. Didn’t need the kid to get himself hurt. I was lucky to have been trained to use them. My brother knew how to use them, but wasn’t as invested as I was.

Glass shattered in the distance. “Kai! Kai!” I snapped up, grabbing two boxes of bullets as I shoved them into my bag and ran to meet Wayland and Hayden cowering from Mr. Roberts, the plumber next door. I didn’t hesitate as I put two caps into his head. I grabbed the car keys from the hooks by the door. “Get out!” they ran out and I followed after, my eyes on alert as I tossed my brother the keys. He caught it and I thanked God for his years of the basketball team. I yanked the van door open and stuff the bags and my little brother in.

“Go the cove.” He didn’t hesitated, he took off in a heat and I wondered if this all happened because the government were ignorant to the minor disease that seem to come from nowhere. The cove was a safe house my father made for us. He was a survivalist and I happened to inherit his gift. I had to keep these two alive now. It was my job. The new world was coming and I needed to be ready.

I, Kaian Holden was just forced to protect my brothers and a world that was beginning to destroy itself. Was this the end?

November 30th 2077 Entry 1.