Flesh chapter 1

July 3rd, 2009 is my thirteenth birthday and My uncle has just passed me the fattest doobie in the room. I am chillin in the living room listening to music with my friends when my mom walks in the front door. She takes a long sniff and laughs at us. We laugh back and she asks for us to go onto the wooden back porch. We follow one by one through the back door of my mom's doublewide trailer. When we take the first steps outside, we look back and see a cloud of smoke behind us. We all break out in laughter and resume smoking the Ganja. The celebrations last until about four in the morning and after the party stops I fall onto my bed passing out midway down. I wake up at around two in the evening and head straight for the medicine cabinet. I grab the Pepto and Chug the bottle all the way down. I finish and burp up a cherry nastiness. Then I head for the couch and flip on the tv. Scrolling across the screen in white print I read that there has been an outbreak of a deadly virus and all civilians are advised to saty inside and lock all windows and doors. I shrug this warning off until I flip over to the news channel and see a video taken from some kids' cellphone. I see a small girl being ripped apart by a dirty cut up and bitten man. I become frantic and I wake up my mom. She yells and I show her the video. She calls up my grandfather and he says to come to his house he has enough food and guns to last a while. So we get in the truck with all of our food and supplies. We drive to my gandfather's house and we unload everything we have packed. We gather all the water we can in jars and bottles. The fridges and freezers stored enought meat and other foods for a long while. As uncle gathers all of the hunting rifles and handguns, my mother and I board up the house. My grandfather begins putting in steel supports and welding sheet metal to make his house into a small fortress. We hull up there and make sure the fuel tanks are full. My uncle pulls out his bag of sunshine and we let loose for a while. As we sit on the chairs in his room we play some MW2. The people online are all freaking out about the outbreak and we laugh. Suddenly we hear a crash in the kitchen. We both run to see what the commotion is. It turns out a Zed ran into our wall and is still standing there moaning. My uncle laughs and asks to go on top of the roof. I ask if I could go with him. After five minutes of pleading we are climbing the ladder. We see daylight and look down to the moaning, rotten creature. My uncle takes aim with a 30-06 hunting rifle and pulls the trigger. I look down just in time to see the red mist followed by clumps of hair and skull matter. We cheer and head back inside. Later that night more and more mob against our fort. With me and my uncle posted on top, the numbers fall and fall until we run out of a box of ammo and call for more. After we grow bored and 4 hours pass, the numbers of the undead are cut by nearly two thirds. Up next my grandfather climbs the famous ladder and he stays for the rest of the night. Meanwhile my mother is in the bathroom curled up into a ball in the bathtub with a 12 gauge semi automatic shotgun resting against the septic tank of the latrine. I call My aunt Kayla to see if she could make it to the house we are hulled up in. She doesn't answer. So I call again and she is whispering. I ask her where she is and she is at my grandmother's house.I tell her to pack food and supplies and that we will be right there to pick her up. My uncle loads up his revolver and I load another shotgun. we put the guns in the truck in the garage and have my grandfather clear the doorway of undead. My uncle starts the truck and we drive onto the road to grandmother's house and off we go....