I got to my house. My mother was not there, and my baby sister was no where to be seen. I don’t have a dad. I don’t know who my father is, not even his name. My mum doesn’t like to talk about him.
I ran outside, again. I don’t like running as I said. It was tiring. I saw a man, he was riding on a bike. I ran up to him, and asked him to stop. He kept on moving. He wouldn’t listen to me. I don’t normally do this, but I stopped his bike with my own hands, but he keep on peddling. Even though I was pushing him back.
He was wearing a green t shirt, and army shorts. He had a short light brown hair cut, and grayish eyes. I never saw him blink, he just stared straight forward. Something was wrong with him.
I pulled him off of his bike, and set him on the ground, he fell over sideways and kept on peddling with his two feet. It was scary.
I left and continued running looking for other people.
I made it to the local gas station where I buy my Ice Tea and pop tarts. No one was there, but the doors were wide open and the lights were on.
