Outbreak - Kara II

It was only until I was cruising down Chapman Highway for a few minutes did I notice how hauntingly empty the roads seemed. There were only a few cars passing by me. None of them were going in my direction; most of them were headed towards Seymour. I did have to swerve a few times to avoid crashing into a few empty cars. I’m not an expert driver or anything, but I do know that you aren’t supposed to abandon your car in the middle of the road. I kind of assumed that the speed limit was 50, but I swear all the cars passing me were going like 80.

At least I was following the rules of the road. I basically hijacked a bus; but I wasn’t going to take any chances with a speeding ticket. I’m not even a licensed driver and I was feeling like a better driver than some of these people.

You know what? I saw some guys run over another guy and just keep on driving! I was appalled and I wanted to stop and help the guy, but after I drove by some more of those cannibals feeding on another person, I decided not to take any chances.

I felt like I had just jumped into Grand Theft Auto and all the pedestrians were on bath salts. It’s too bad I couldn’t enter any cheat codes. I would so fly home.

Instead I ended up driving all the way home. I ended up having to park my new bus in the old Hollywood Video parking lot because I didn’t know if I could maneuver that thing into my neighborhood.

I was just happy to be home so I could tell my mom how crazy my day had been! I knew everything would be okay as soon as I walked in the door. My mom would know what to do, she always does. She would probably try to scold me for borrowing that bus, but one day we could look back and laugh about it. Maybe she would even let my drive the car now.

As soon as stepped inside, I called for my mom. The only thing I heard was some rustling upstairs. My mom didn’t answer. I rolled my eyes and called for her once more. Still no answer.

“Billy, is mommy home?” I called up the stairs to my brother.

He didn’t answer either.

Seriously? No one around here listens. I wound up searching the downstairs for my mom. She wasn’t in her room, the kitchen, or the bathroom. I assumed that she must have walked to the store or something. I changed out of my work clothes and grabbed a bite to eat while I waited for her to come home.

While I was putting my dirty clothes in the laundry, I noticed a ton of bloody shirts in the hamper. I pulled them out and looked them over. They were my little sister’s clothes and they were sopping wet with blood.

My stomach sank as I dropped them back into the hamper. I threw my work clothes to the side, pulled out my phone and dialed my sister. From the kitchen, I heard her little iPhone ringing.

Of course she didn’t have her phone on her. Why buy a 12 year old with an iPhone if they don’t use it?

Instead of dwelling, I made my way upstairs calling for Billy. Even as I got closer and louder, he still didn’t answer me.

“Bill! What’s going on?” I yelled as I flung his door open.

Suddenly he attacked me. I didn’t know if he was trying to wrap his hands around my neck or what, but I pushed him off.

“Hey!” I cried.

He recovered almost instantly and made a grab for my shoulders. I tried to shove him away again but he snagged my shirt and pulled me toward him. Images of those cannibals flashed through my mind as he pulled me closer. I smacked his face and watched as he tried to bite my wrist. I wrestled out of his grasp and ran into my room.

I shut my door and grabbed an old bat from my closet. When he busted through the door, I slammed the bat into his stomach.

“Get out of here, Billy!” I shouted as I raised the bat again.

Not only did it annoy me that my brother was trying to attack me, but also that he was ignoring me! He knows that it drives me crazy when he doesn’t answer me.

I swung at him once me for ignoring me.  It didn’t even faze him. He just kept coming. I let him stumble toward me before I dodged out of the way and ran out the door.

I shut the door behind me and shouted. “You’re a jerk!”

On my way down the stairs, I started noticing all the blood that was actually on the walls. I don’t know how I didn’t notice it before. Handprints and blood trails were all over the place.

I didn’t have time for that at the moment. I had to get out of there. I raced back to my bus as fast as I could. I’m not much for cardio, but I definitely wasn’t about to walk around outside while there were cannibals running around.

The only thing I could do was drive. I didn’t know where to go.