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That night, I finally allowed myself to think about that day.

My parents and I were actually a happy family of three. I never had any siblings, and I didn't know my parents long enough to find out why.

Through analysis and conversation, I learned that my parents treated each other with so much respect.

My mom got my dad flowers while he gave her the resources she needed.

My dad quit his job shortly after I was born to pursue his dream career. My mom told me that he realized he was in a deadend job.

Since then, my mom was the provider of our family. She became the one who was gone frequently to earn money.

We were all happy with the way things were. My mom didn't mind working, and my dad was more than glad to stay home with me. I spent most of my time with him, so we grew close.

After a few years of the same old, my dad finally found an opportunity that he couldn't pass up. He was offered a position that could help him pursue his dream.

Only problem?

It was in Oregon.

We had lived all the way in North Carolina at the time, so it was definitely a far move for us.

My mom was unsure because of the money, and she was scared that we wouldn't be able to find stable ground again. My dad constantly reassured her and soon found out that he'd receive income for his work.

That soothed my mom's nerves, but she decided to work hard during our last month there.

I saw her less and less throughout the weeks, and I began to miss her. It felt like she lived at her job.

When our last week came around, we decided to fly out first so that we could set up for my mom. She wanted to continue working till the end of the week, and then she would fly out to Oregon.

We agreed, and by Monday, we were off.

We spent that entire week fixing up our little apartment. It wasn't so big, but it was perfect for us. It was perfect for our small family.

Friday came quickly, and we got up early to video call my mom.

We showed her around the apartment and asked if everything was alright.

She was as excited to arrive as we were to see her, and I knew that everything would be back to normal soon.

That was until the apocalypse began.

My dad was the first to notice what was happening as I spoke to my mom, and he ended up running out to help others.

I noticed it when he left, and I could still remember when my heart sank to my stomach today.

There were people being eaten, being turned to zombies, and being killed right before my eyes. It felt as though I was right in front of them when it was happening, and there was nothing keeping them from adding me to the death count. Just the thin piece of glass that was set before me.

I ran after my dad, and all I heard was my mother's screams from the phone.

I tried to look for my dad, but I couldn't find him in all the chaos.

All I received were begs and cries for help. Half mawled bodies crawled after me, half dead people grabbed a hold of me in desperation.

They genuinely turned to a seven year old for help.

I could feel the blood on their hands smearing on my face, down my arms, and all over my clothes.

To this day, I can remember each person who touched me and how much blood they put on me.