Katie Moore
Stories (2/0)
The Survivors: Chapter Two
As the sun began to set, I started to shove things into my bag. My heart raced as I grabbed as much off the shelves as I could. I packed our first aid supplies, our remaining food and water, a flashlight, as well as some fire starting materials. I paused for a second to take a deep breath before continuing to pack. “Everything is going to be okay,” I repeated to myself. Deep breath in, slow exhale. I stopped putting things in my bag to help Emm pack hers.
By Katie Moore6 years ago in Futurism
The Survivors
It’s been about twenty-eight days since the first person started showing signs; now over half of the people in the town are dead and whoever is still alive is already sick. No one knows how it started and we sure as hell don't know when it’s going to end, IF it’s going to end. The only thing we know for sure is that our town is quarantined. My dad has moved us into a bunker that he built next to the house. I have no clue how he built this without us knowing, but I have a feeling that this room is what’s going to save our lives. Dad worked in the labs for as long as I can remember. He would go to work early and come back late. But weeks before the outbreak, he changed. He sat in his office and only left for work. I never thought of my dad as a paranoid man, but obviously he had a reason to be. He had inside knowledge and was sure something was going to happen. Now I realize he just wanted to keep us safe, and he knew something was coming before it even started.
By Katie Moore6 years ago in Futurism