Staying Alive Amist The Chaos

Things have not been going so well since we ended up at grandmas to get our boys back. There is absolutely no activity on this side of town yet and grandma seems to think that we are crazy or on drugs. I tried to turn on the news to show her whats going on but that didn't really help. Because they don't really know themselves. They speak of riots and attacks of a dangerous, personal nature, but nothing about being undead. She seems to think she is safe in her house from these attacks.
I'm pacing in the living room waiting for Eric to get back with some extra gas and supplies. The boys are sleeping and i'm trying to ignore grandmas rantings as i plan our next course of action. Everything happened kind of fast. I went from folding laundry to fighting zombies in about 10 minutes. My dog Jack was my only warning. Eric was at work and the kids at grandmas. Not a good time for the world to go crazy. Thank god i had weapons, and a back door. Me and Jack made our way on foot to Erics work down the street with minimal fighting. They had surrounded my car and i did not want to take a chance to get bit. Eric and i had crossed paths unknowingly on the way. Him to find me and me to find him. But he acquired some of his weapons and eventually showed back up at his work. Just as i was fighting my way out the back door to start heading towards the kids.
So now, here we are, at grandmas. Kind of planning things as we go now. Like i said we have seen no activity here yet and are taking this as our opportunity to get the hell out of here. We just need to gather some things and then we plan on heading to the mountains. Grandma is being quite unhelpful though. She thinks we watch too much horror and that this is all gonna blow over. I don't know how to convince her without introducing her to one. So right now i'm trying to ignore her and focus on the matter at hand. We need food and gas for sure. We already have weapons, though are eventually gonna run out of ammo for the guns. But i have my trusty Machete. It's not leaving my side. I keep looking out the windows almost in a obsessed state. Frantically searching for any signs that the chaos has hit here yet. The house is sturdy enough. Made of brick with bars on the windows and a barred screen door on the door. But still. It feels more like we're trapped. And the boys still have no idea that anything is going on. I have not the heart to wake them until absolutely necessary. I keep checking on them though, weary of everything. Grandma has quieted up for the moment and is now just watching me. I welcome the silence and once more flip on the news to see if there are any new developments. It seems to be the same as before. Warning people to stay in their homes and lock their doors against any intruders. Well, it's a start although these people really need to know how to dispose of these "intruders". So many people are going to die. I turn off the TV in annoyance. They are not telling me anything i don't already know and i'm back at the window. Now not only searching for shambling shadows but Eric as well. It's been almost an hour and the longer he's gone, the more i'm starting to worry. I try my phone but all i get is a busy signal. I sigh and start pacing again. A nervous habit of mine, i don't even realize i'm doing. i'm so caught up in my thoughts i don't even hear the pitter patter of little feet down the hall and barely hear the faint sleepy,"mom?"
I look away from the window and see my little one, Christopher, he's rubbing his eyes. I quickly go to him and gather him in my arms. Hugging him tightly.
"Mom? You're squishing me"
I release him slightly but still hold him close to me. His 6 yr old eyes, still not quite so awake staring up at mine.
"Where's Eric? What are you doing here? I was sleeping" he yawns and snuggles up to me.
I think for a moment as an explanation eludes me.
"We are going on a trip sweety, " I gaze out the window, "We are going to the mountains."
"Are we going camping?" he's getting excited.
"Yeah, kinda," My voice trails off.
I let him go and lead him back to the bedroom, "You need to head on back to bed it's late, ok?"
He frowns a bit, "Do i have to?"
I smile, "Yes you do. But first, kisses for mommy."
He laughs and gives me hugs and kisses before heading back off to bed. I sigh and stand up. Back to the window. Grandma is fiddling around in the kitchen and i'm still searching for signs of anything outside. Far down the street i see something moving. I squint my eyes to see in the dark. My hand on the handle of my blade. As it gets closer my heart starts to speed up and i'm watching intently. Then i notice the motions are too fluid, too smooth. I let my breath out loudly, didn't even notice i was holding it. It's just someone walking down the street. Now i'm scowling, where the heck is he? He has to know that i'm getting more worried by the minute.It's been almost an hour and thirty minutes. A hand on my shoulder and i jump. Horribly startled i swing around. It's grandma. She chuckles to herself while i am not amused.