A Survivors Story of The Zombie Apocalypse

Grieving

The loss of my mother took it's till on all of us. Though it hit Riley and Bryan the worst. They didn't want to talk to anyone but each other. They didn't want to eat. The house had become a quiet house of grieving. Kade and David did rounds while Phoebe and Alisa and I took over the chores and the children. We would have to move on again soon. I was sure of it. Trevor had found us once, now we couldn't risk loosing anyone else for a nice comfortable house to sleep in. I stood at the drove while some canned soup warmed. I felt arms around my waist. It was Kade. He had helped me through the tough part of the grieving and we had began dating. He kissed my cheek.

"Any luck with the kids?" He asked.

"Not much. Bryan answered a few questions. Was he hungry? What book should Phoebe read today? Riley still won't talk. Though Phoebe found an empty notebook and gave it to her for her to keep a journal. It's been two weeks. I know it still hurts me to think about mom, but I wish I could make it easier on the kids." I told him.

"You and me both." He said and sighed. "David wants to leave soon. Maybe continue downs this road. Find another house and secure it. He thinks Trevor and his gang will attack again."

"I have been trying to convince him to leave for days. What's changed his mind?"

"Out on patrol of the fence, we saw someone watching us. Someone he thinks was with Trevor that day. He doesn't want to risk another attack. We should begin packing today. He wants to leave first thing tomorrow."

"Short notice. Has he told Phoebe and Alisa? The kids?"

"Yes and yes. He wanted to tell you but I wanted to tell you. After dinner we will all help pack and leave first thing. David doesn't feel safe."

"Yeah, I haven't for days."

He kissed mg head and left me to cook. I dished the food out ND called dinner. As everyone came in I handed them their bowls and followed them into the dining room and we began to eat. I watched Riley and Bryan closely at dinner. Bryan was opening up, but Riley wasn't. I are while David and Kade talked about the move.

"We are leaving cause those bad men killed my mommy?" Riley asked.

"Not just because they killed your mommy. We are leaving because sergeant to get into Kentucky as soon as we can." David explained to her.

I left the table. I put my bowl in the sink and walked out the back door. I kept walking until I found the fence. I walked Urns if I was patrolling it. I had never been that upset, but when Riley talked to David before she opened up to me hurt. I was all she had left. I was all she should have had to lean on. Though I had given it yet after try. Riley had changed since the outbreak. She was different. She didn't come to me anymore like she had before. She rarely talked to me now, well before mom died that was. She didn't smile anymore, didn't talk about stuff she dreamed or wished for, didn't talk about her friends it what she learned from Phoebe. She was changed and not in a good way. She was eight and had become harder than our father, the man who didn't want us anymore. I felt horrible knowing that Riley didn't need nor did she want me anymore. She had others that made her happy, others that listened for me, others to go to when she was sad, others to talk to, other to look up to. I didn't want to grieve the loss of her soul along with my mothers life. It was just about too much for me to handle.

A noise startled me out of my thoughts. I jumped and turned. A boy my age stood there hands raised and mid cakes on his clothes. I aimed my gun at him and looked at him more closely. He had short black hair, greasy from lack of washing. His eyes were a water blue, and his skin was a fair tone. He looked about eighteen or nineteen. Certainly not ending record men. He was carrying a backpack and a knife in how belt. He wasn't armed with a gun.