• I slowly opened the door in front of me. Not knowing what’s ahead of this door, made me feel like I wasn’t in my own home.

    The car was still here and the garage door was still open.

    Mom, dad.

    No, I don’t know that for sure yet. Though I knew somewhere deep down in my heart, they are gone.

    I used my double sided mirror to see if there are one of them nearby. None. I closed the door slowly and quietly and ran upstairs to the kitchen. I put down my school backpack on the counter and took everything out. I went to the counter and grabbed survival food. Anything that can get me by for the day and night. I stuffed them all in my bag. I ran upstairs and grabbed my dad’s dagger, 9mm, his shotgun, and ammo's. “I’m glad I took shooting range lessons last summer.” I would have never thought I would use these for shooting the dead.

    My dad used to be a cop, but he quit the job because he didn’t find it interesting, now he was an engineer, I called him stupid for doing that. I admired his work, I have always thought I wanted to be a good and strong policemen like him. But just like any other father that is or was a cop, he had a couple of gun collection, and intimidate their daughter’s boyfriend with it. I found it annoying, but I knew he was doing it because he loved and cared about me like any other father would. Now my mom on the other hand was a doctor and never really had enough time for me. But she, like any other annoying mother, cared way too much, one scratch on me she freaks out. She didn’t approve of me handling a gun, she wanted me to be the little princess she always dreamed of, dressing up like a girl, acting like a girl, being like a girl. She should at least give me some credits on liking guys, like some girls do. Thinking about those times, made me ball my eyes out.

    I will kill them all.

    As I was putting on my gears to fit all my weapons in my clothes. My phone started vibrating. I saw the contact number, it was my best friend.