Chapter 1

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I am at home on a Thursday in June, on the couch, just zoning out. My name is Tasha, I am 15 years old, I have long blond hair and I am skinny, but muscled. I have two little sisters, a mom, and a step dad. All of them are somewhere around here, I am too out of it to really know where they are. I am just thinking about what I am going to do for summer break. I got out of school a couple days ago. My two besties and I were dancing and singing of joy. Speaking of my besties, here they are now.

"Hey Tasha!" Taylor says as she comes in the living room. Taylor is 16 years old, she has long brown hair and is sweet and curvy, but I love her! She has a big brother, in which I have a crush on and a mom and a dad.

"How's life Tosh?" Tamra asks me when she sits on the right side of me. Tamra is 15 years old, she has long brown and blond hair, and is very skinny, but got some muscle. She has a foster mom, foster dad, three foster brothers, one is older than her, and a little foster sister.

I smile at them both and say, "Hey guys!" We have been friends for a good year and a half now.

"What are you doing today?" Taylor asks me.

I shrug and say, "What are you doing today?"

"OK, OK, OK. Guys don't start this." Tamra tries to stop Taylor and I from saying the same thing over and over again.
All three of us start to laugh.

I grab the remote off of the table and turn the channel to Modern Family, all three of us get snug with each other on the couch.
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The next day, I woke up, got dressed in black jeans, a black tank top, and my black converse. I put mascara on, brush my hair and put it up in a ponytail. I brush my teeth and grab my black leather jacket and head downstairs to have a bowl of cereal. When I enter the kitchen, my sister's are eating breakfast and my step dad is getting a cup of coffee. Mom walks into the kitchen, just as I am sitting down to eat.

"Morning!" Mom says smiling.

All of us say morning back in a monotone. Mom's smile went down a little bit.
After my breakfast, I went into the living room to grab my phone, it has been charging by the TV all night. But, before I could grab it, the TV was on and mom has the channel on the news. But that is not what made me not grab my phone, it was what the news is about.

*It looks like the world is ending. People are getting attacked by sick people. No matter how many bullets go into them, they just won't go down.......... Wait, I just found out, they can go down, you have to shoot them in the head.* The news goes on about what they look like.

I look at mom who in turn gives me a shocked smirk.

I look back at the TV, *Just stay inside, lock and board up the windows and doors. Find any weapon and stay safe! We will find or make refugees. Oh, one more thing, if you get bit by whatever these things are, you will become them. Good luck!* Mom turns off the TV.

"Yeah, we all know that they are zombies!" I yell at the blank TV. I grab my phone and call Taylor and Tamra on group call.

"Hello?" Taylor and Tamra say together.

"Did you see the news?" I ask while trying to cover my happiness.

"Yes!" Taylor replies.

"Yeah, now Tosh don't get too happy and do something stupid!" Tamra commands.

"Don't worry! I am happy, but I am scared. I am surprised that I haven't peed myself yet." I tell Tamra.

They both laugh.

"Hey!!" I yell at them.

We talk for a half hour more, talking about how to get each other and our families together without dying.
After we hang up, I go up to my room and grab my duffel bag out of the closet. I fill it up with clothes, my best shoes, my good leather jacket, necessities, and a couple other things. Went to the stairs and yelled, "Hey, I need everyone to pack a bag or two of your stuff that is needed! And Mom, Dad, I need you guys to pack the weapons too."

They all say OK and are off to do as they are told. I go back to my room and grab my bag, pocket knife and a picture of me and my besties. I head downstairs and put my bag on the couch.

"What about the food?" My sister Natalie asks me.

"We will take it all with us, at least the food that won't go bad. You packed?"

"Yup."

"Ok, find a big bag and start putting food in it. Ok?"

"Yup. Since when did you become boss?" She rolls her eyes and walks away.

"Since the world ended." I say to her back.

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