Do you dream of dying?
Do you dream of Suicide?
Do you dream you weren't born in this world?
I dream all of these.
I dream all of it would come true....
but they didn't.
Welcome to my world.
You may think this is your normal average world. Well its not.
What I'm about to tell you is a world wide epidemic.
I'm Ryan. We are 6 in the family. 4 children and the parents. I'm the oldest.It started out as a normal sunny day. Doing my normal Routine. Playing basketball, Hanging out with friends, Playing video games. That was the life. It was. Until the accident.
We all watched the T.V Anxiously that day. Then there was an emergency broadcast. There had been a terrible Virus that had broken out and now its infecting each person at a time. Its causing death everywhere. Please evacuate your houses and run to the nearest airport or port. The Virus is turning people into-
The Signal was out. We started packing our things. My dad gets his Desert eagle pistol. If your asking why he has this gun, its because he works from the military. We were gonna leave then there was this really sick man outside our glass door. He was banging the glass door with his fist. My dad fearing he was asking for help, opened the glass door. Suddenly, the man attacked my father. My mom told us to find something useful we can use to attack the man. My father was still struggling. I went upstairs. The others stayed downstairs. I was searching for any weapon I could find in my room. Then suddenly i heard sounds outside our house. I looked outside my window and there were more of them coming. Back downstairs, the fight was still going on. My father cant shoot the man for his arms were pinned down. Then I went downstairs to warn them that more were coming. I saw my fathers gun beside the stairs. I grabbed hold, shot the man, and told everybody of my family more were coming. I noticed my father was injured. The injury looked more like a bite mark. I asked my father if he's okay. He just nodded. Finally the people broke the glass doors and ran towards us. We went upstairs to my fathers room. My father grabbed a grenade from his room. We know what he was going to do. We tried to convince him not to do it but he insisted. We asked why. He said its already too late for him. My mom grabbed all of us and put us outside my fathers window. There was still a roof so we can still stand. My father said to take care of the family. I'm the oldest in the family. Then he pulled the pin of the grenade. We all ran and jumped to the family car. It was 2 feet or so. It hurts but we all got inside the family car. Then the house exploded.We told our mom that if she knows how to drive the car. No response. Then we noticed she's been eaten alive!! We locked the doors, closed all the windows. Oh, I forgot to mention it was an Humvee. We all asked if anyone here knows how to drive a car. Nobody knew. So I will have to drive since I'm the oldest and I'm responsible for my brothers. How hard can it be to drive a car. I started the engines and drove away our house. We looked back our house. It was on fire. Then it exploded!. The fire must have reached the kitchen gas tanks. My youngest brother cried. There was only one hope.
The military.
To be continued