Journal Entry One; Part Two

We sat there in shock, staring at the news logo spin back and forth with the annoying theme song playing. The silence was broken by Andrews voice croaking out of his throat. “Holy shit…” Adams head
nodded in agreement. “It’s started” Andrew barely whispered. “What the hell are
we gonna do?” No one had an answer. Chance, the family dog, jumped up suddenly
and crouched low and started to growl at the door. Our senses heighted as
images of Mikes’ intestines hanging out of the creatures mouth flashed though
our minds. At the sound of a muffled groan and thump, Chance moved closer to
the door and let out a warning bark. We all moved closer to the door in fear of
what was on the other side. Chance’s barks were almost as loud as the heartbeat
that beat in our eardrums. Andrew reached for Adams baseball bat that was
beside the stairs. We reached the door and Adam pushed me behind him ready to
protect me at a moment’s notice. Andrew moved to the door and grabbed the knob.
He slowly turned the doorknob and swung the door open as he lunged with the
baseball bat in hand. “What the hell?!?!” It was his mom. She was holding groceries
in both hands and had a sandwich on the ground. “What the hell is going on?
Andrew, get the damn bat out of my face.” She was irritated now that she had
dropped her sandwich on the threshold. She looked at the all of us; Andrew with
his face still pale and the bat at his side, and Adam still with his hand on my
waist as I crouched behind him. “I don’t even want to know.” She shook her
head. “Help?” The boys sprung to action and took the bags from her as she
picked up her sandwich and mumbled something about how she just wasted a buck
ninety five. “Mom” Adam started. “Have you heard anything about the superflu
yet?” Their mom was a nurse who worked in the children’s wing of the nearest
hospital so if any one would’ve seen anything or heard anything about it, it would’ve
been her. “All patients that were diagnosed with the superflu got transferred a
few nights ago. To some sort of quarantine camp or something. Why?” We all
looked at each other. Adam and Andrews dad worked for the coast guard and was
sent by the CDC to patrol the admissions to a special quarantine camp near the
coast. Andrew tried to keep his voice level as he asked if she had heard from their
father. “Not really, no. But when he’s off, we don’t ever hear much anyway.”
She was putting away groceries so carefree and gracefully. She had no idea what
was going on. She believed that this was just a flu; that it was something the
government had under control. Andrew pulled out his phone and tried to find the
news clip we had just witnessed. “What the fuck?!!?” It wasn’t there. Instead,
there was a CDC news clip about the prank played on WTKY 15 earlier. They were
trying to cover this up. Those fuckers didn’t
want everyone to know that their so called quarantine camps had failed. These things
were out there. “What’s going on?” she looked around scared. “Boys? Kendra?”
All she got as an answer was our shifting glances. “I repeat” she was getting
loud now. “What the hell is going on?” Almost like it was an answer to her
question, we heard a loud thump at the screen door. We were frozen in fear as
we heard the same groans as we did this morning. We could hear the screen
getting torn as groans turned into hisses. That thing could smell us in here. It
wanted the same thing from us as the others wanted from Mike. They wanted to
feed.

Andrew ran to the door with his bat and the thing lunged at him. Andrew took a step back and hesitated. It was their neighbor, Jerry. Jerry screamed as he tried to get at Andrew. Seeing this,
Andrew swung the bat at Jerry. Even in the kitchen, I could hear the collision
of the bat to Jerry’s skull. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” their mom was hysterical at
the scene that just took place in her perfectly clean walkway. “What did you
just do?!?!” Andrew looked at Jerry and then looked at his mother. “Kill any
freaks that you see.” Andrew was repeating what Sharron, the anchorwoman from
the newscast said earlier. “He’s one of them now, Mom. He’s not…” he caught
himself. “It’s not… Jerry anymore.” Adam grabbed ahold of his moms shoulder as
she started to sway from the traumatic news she was hearing. “It’s the flu, isn’t
it?” her face was ashen with panic. She looked at me. I nodded. “Motherfucking
CDC lied to us. They want us to die.”

After Adam and Andrew gave their mom a low down on what we watched on the TV this morning, it was around two in the afternoon. She didn’t say much as her sons rattled on. When they finally
finished, the only thing she said was, “We have to find your father.” And about
two hours later, we were done packing the food, clothes, and water. Their mom
came out of her bedroom carrying a key. “I never thought I would ever need to
use this unless your father lost his and had to borrow it” she took a deep
breath. “But I think we’re going to need what’s in there.” It was the key to their
dads gun case in the office. Andrew took the key and came back with their dads
weapons: a 12 guage shotgun, a 20 gauge shotgun, a .338 hunting rifle, and his
9mm pistol . “So we have all the guns in the house.” She sighed. “Actually”
Adam finally spoke. “There’s the one Dad bought for me. After I turned
eighteen.” She was not happy to find this out. “You have a gun?!?! In MY
house?!?!” Andrew interjected the beginning argument by standing in front of
them. “Mom. Does this really matter anymore?” She looked at the floor. “Adam….
Go get your damn gun.” Adam went back and came out with is .22 rifle. “Well, let’s
get the hell out of here.”

To be continued.

[In the last and final installment of Journal Entry One, Part Three, we find out who gets turned into the enemy.]