Post by Jeremy Banks on Oct 11, 2012 20:33:02 GMT -8
Banks had finally made it home after traveling for hours. He arrived to his home suburb. As he entered into the neighborhood he hoped and prayed that he would walk in to find his parents. He tried calling them one last time in hopes that maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time they would actually answer their phones. For the last three hours he had been calling them every fifteen minutes to no avail. The phone rang and rang. During the ringtone he said, "Please, please God, please. Pick up the damn phone!"
Once the phone went to voice mail he screamed, "Dammit!" Out of rage he threw his phone at the passenger side dashboard. Being an iPhone the phone screen shattered all over the floor. This pissed him off even more. He was on the verge of tears because he had begun losing hope that his parents were alive.
He finally arrived at his house. He saw his parents' vehicles in the drive way. Hopefully, they were inside all safe. He walked up the walkway from the driveway to the front door. He pulled on the doorknob, but it was locked. This was very unusual, they never had the doors locked if they were there. This gave him hope. "Their alive, they have to be," he thought. He began knocking furiously on the door. He knocked for a minutes but got no answer.
He decided to do what he always did when he was locked out. He ran around to the backyard. He had to jump a wooden fence to do it, but he was used to it. He went to the back patio door, which was fully glass. He looked inside, but didn't see anyone. So he got down on his knees and faced the small doggy door they had put in place for their little chihuahua. He reached his hand through and turned the dead bolt lock. He stood back up and opened the glass door.
He walked inside to see an empty house. He began screaming, "Mom! Dad! Are you here? Mom, Dad it's me Jeremy! Are you here?" He got no response so he instantly lost all hope. He ran to the living room, but found no one. He ran to the basement, thinking maybe they hid themselves away, but he did not find them. He then decided to check their room. He walked in to see his mom laying on top of a suitcase on the bed. She had been packing, planning on going somewhere. He had to find his dad. He walked into the bathroom, where he found his dad sitting on the toilet, slumped over, dead. He immediately fell to his knees in tears. "How could this have happened? Why did they have to die? Why?" He began thinking all of this, and he just could not handle it. He cried for hours.
After a few hours, he regained himself. He then walked to the kitchen. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen he saw a terrifying sight. He saw his brother. He must have been doing the same thing. Checking on his parents. Banks said, "James? Is that you?" The brother did not respond. He began making moans. Banks had just noticed he had blood on his hands. Banks began backing up scared of his brother. James began sprinting towards Banks. Banks grabbed a pan off of the stove and hit his brother with it. He then ran towards his parents room. He locked the door.
He began thinking, in every zombies movie the key was to shoot them in the head. He started to look for his father's pistol. He opened his father's night stand drawer and found it. It had a full clip of bullets. This is where he chose to make the hardest choice of his life. He had to do it to stay alive. He unlocked the door and as James turned to look him. He pulled the trigger and sent a bullet through his skull. He felt horrible but it had to be done.
He walked back downstairs. He decided he should go to the next place where he had people he cared about. It was his old office. He had a lot of friends there. He had to see if anyone was there and alive. He walked out to his truck, which was running low on gas. He opened the door and decided to go to sleep for the night. He uncomfortably slept there for the night.
Once the phone went to voice mail he screamed, "Dammit!" Out of rage he threw his phone at the passenger side dashboard. Being an iPhone the phone screen shattered all over the floor. This pissed him off even more. He was on the verge of tears because he had begun losing hope that his parents were alive.
He finally arrived at his house. He saw his parents' vehicles in the drive way. Hopefully, they were inside all safe. He walked up the walkway from the driveway to the front door. He pulled on the doorknob, but it was locked. This was very unusual, they never had the doors locked if they were there. This gave him hope. "Their alive, they have to be," he thought. He began knocking furiously on the door. He knocked for a minutes but got no answer.
He decided to do what he always did when he was locked out. He ran around to the backyard. He had to jump a wooden fence to do it, but he was used to it. He went to the back patio door, which was fully glass. He looked inside, but didn't see anyone. So he got down on his knees and faced the small doggy door they had put in place for their little chihuahua. He reached his hand through and turned the dead bolt lock. He stood back up and opened the glass door.
He walked inside to see an empty house. He began screaming, "Mom! Dad! Are you here? Mom, Dad it's me Jeremy! Are you here?" He got no response so he instantly lost all hope. He ran to the living room, but found no one. He ran to the basement, thinking maybe they hid themselves away, but he did not find them. He then decided to check their room. He walked in to see his mom laying on top of a suitcase on the bed. She had been packing, planning on going somewhere. He had to find his dad. He walked into the bathroom, where he found his dad sitting on the toilet, slumped over, dead. He immediately fell to his knees in tears. "How could this have happened? Why did they have to die? Why?" He began thinking all of this, and he just could not handle it. He cried for hours.
After a few hours, he regained himself. He then walked to the kitchen. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen he saw a terrifying sight. He saw his brother. He must have been doing the same thing. Checking on his parents. Banks said, "James? Is that you?" The brother did not respond. He began making moans. Banks had just noticed he had blood on his hands. Banks began backing up scared of his brother. James began sprinting towards Banks. Banks grabbed a pan off of the stove and hit his brother with it. He then ran towards his parents room. He locked the door.
He began thinking, in every zombies movie the key was to shoot them in the head. He started to look for his father's pistol. He opened his father's night stand drawer and found it. It had a full clip of bullets. This is where he chose to make the hardest choice of his life. He had to do it to stay alive. He unlocked the door and as James turned to look him. He pulled the trigger and sent a bullet through his skull. He felt horrible but it had to be done.
He walked back downstairs. He decided he should go to the next place where he had people he cared about. It was his old office. He had a lot of friends there. He had to see if anyone was there and alive. He walked out to his truck, which was running low on gas. He opened the door and decided to go to sleep for the night. He uncomfortably slept there for the night.
