5 March 2013
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I run around my room and grab two back packs. I stuff one with clothes and two big ziplock bags of toiletries and female products. I grabbed Catcher in the Rye, put on my jacket and combat boots, slipping my converse sneakers in my back pack. I sling the back pack around my arm and grab the empty one and trail it down the steps. I get to the kitchen and look to see if there are any missed calls from my aunt, but there aren't. I rip the pantry door open and grab cans of food. Beans, fruit, chicken noodle, tuna, olives, etc. I grab beaf jerky and twinkies. I grab three plastic water bottles and one cantine. I grab a towel from the counter and lay it out flat. I slide out the knife drawer quickly, letting the knives slide around. I grab the biggest one and start to sharpen it on the granite counter top. I set it on the towel and take out all the other steak knives to get me by until I can rob a store. I slip my pocket knife up the hidden pocket in my sleeve and roll the towel up. I stick it into the back pack along with a candle lighter and a match box. I run to the bathroom and grab my nurse kit and extra gauze and bandaids and other medicines. I zip up the back pack and look around the house one last time, still remembering the first creature I saw when I took my dog outside this morning. I look out the window and still see it lying on the ground with flesh in it's mouth and a pole through its head. It's dark blood all over the pavement and covering the body of my dead pet. I grab the metal baseball bat and the ice pick and go out the the garage with my bags in hand. I search around the garage, knowing to never turn my back for a second. I open the door to outside, quietly. I push my bat out first and look around. The lot is empty except for my neighbors car. I look in the windows and the keys are in the ignition. I peer in the windows to make sure the car is empty. Once I'm sure, I open the trunk and throw the bags in. I hear a walker and turn around, closing the end gate at the same time. It's just one and I need practice. I position my bat in my two hands, grip and give myself a running three steps and slightly jump towards the walker. My hair swings in front of my face and around my neck, almost getting pulled by the creatures rotting hands. I swing my bat down and to the left, bashing the skull. Blood shoots to the pavement, spraying on a garage door as well. He thuds to the floor with a squish. One swing and it was dead, leaving a garage strip pooled with blood, and myself untainted in the slightest. I hop in the car and start the engine. I see that the tank was recently filled, meaning the neighbors had planned on leaving. Sorry, every "man" for himself. I plug my phone into the outlet to let it charge. I have two calls to make but I need to save them for when I know what I'm going to say. After I run an errand. I turn the corner of the buildings and don't look back. I slip my headphones in and oddly enough, Dead Walker Texas Ranger is the song that plays. Sleeping With Sirens has always been a favorite of mine.
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