The Dead Dawn

Escape

*ok so I'm just gonna say this: I wrote this chapter and was about to post it when I had to delete my Wattpad app because it froze, and then that deleted this chapter...and I didn't have it anywhere else, so I had to rewrite it. I tried to make it the same, and maybe even better, but I'm not sure...well anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!*

When I step into Casia's room, I don't see the zombie anywhere. I know he could be in the closet, or under the bed again, but I'm not willing to check for the sake of safety.

There's blood on the half-open closet door, and blood on the floor and on the bed. He must've scrambled to the closet after rapping on the bedroom door. The blood on the doors and the floor and the bed is coagulated...nasty dead people.

I tiptoe towards the little nightstand beside Casia's bed, and grab Mr. Pumpkin. Right when I get to the door, I hear a low growl, and when I turn around, I see the walking dead man limping towards me.

I rush out of the door, and pull Casia down the stairs with me. We arrive, gasping, in the kitchen. Casia's eyes are wide with fear, as she clutches Mr. Pumpkin to her chest.

"Casia, I'm going to finish packing, then we need to get out of here." I say firmly, one hand on her shoulder.

"But we can't leave without Mom!" She protests, her lip poking out. I know she's frustrated, but she's mostly scared, and sad about our mother. The last time we saw her was when she kissed us goodbye for school. That was almost eight hours ago.

"Casia, I called her, and she said that there were Rescue Squad people holding her and other survivors in the Police Department ." My throat burned with the lie I was telling my little sister, but I had to tell her to make her feel better. And to make her cooperate. I just don't know how I'll break the truth to her.

"Really?" She asked, her face softening. I patted her soft blonde hair down.

"Yes." I don't sound as sure as I want to sound, and I'm afraid Casia will pick up on my uneasiness, but she just skipped into the kitchen, seeming a lot more relieved. I'm just nervous about how I'm supposed to tell her that Mother didn't pick up the phone, so I actually have no idea where she is. She's probably stuck at her office....or worse: dead. A cold shiver goes down my back as I struggle to zip up my bag.

When I walk out into the living room, I see Casia sitting on the back of the couch with her hands pressed against the window, gazing intently out the glass.

"It's time to go..." I say hesitantly. I suck in the cold air, and my hands start to sweat. To stop them from shaking, I tighten my grip on my backpack straps. What if we don't ever come back? What if we don't find Mom? All the questions spin my head into confusion, and I sit down on the couch, dizzy.

Casia turns around, and places her hands on my cheeks. "We're going to be ok...aren't we?" She asks, her eyes gazing up at mine.

"Yeah..." I say, doubting it at first. Then I say it stronger-like I mean it. And I actually really do mean it. "Yes we are."

I give Casia a big hug before we go out on our front porch. The street is a mess: there is blood everywhere, cars broken or turned over, dead in the street.

I turn towards Casia, and look her hard in the eye. "Casia, DO NOT leave my side." I say as firmly as possible. "If I tell you to run, or if you need to run, you HAVE to. No excuses."

Casia shakes her head, her eyes getting watery with tears again. "But what if-"

I put my finger on her lips to silence her. "Not even if I'm in danger. You have to run if I tell you to." Casia looks away, but I make her face me again. "Got it?" I ask.

She nods somewhat reluctantly. Her hand grasps onto my hand as we turn to start the long journey that rises before us.

*I was going to add more, but I thought that you guys have already waited long enough. It would have taken me like another day or two to write what I was going to.

Well anyway, I'll try to be posting at least once a week from now on. If you have anything to say, maybe you noticed some errors, or just want to tell me what you thought, leave me a comment! Constructive criticism is always helpful!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and if you're just DYING to read more before next week (which I'm sure none of you are), just say so :)

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-Cocopup