An unlikely warrior and solution arise.
Sunsets bring on great worries. Shadows hunting for fresh kills and infections to spread. A thirteen-year-old girl should never have to face these kinds of threats but I have no choice.
Growing up fast, too fast — practically overnight — takes me to a dark savage place I didn’t know existed inside me.
Ravaged and sick are roaming the streets. The heat and glaring sunlight beam too strong for them in our Florida streets. So, they only come out at night.
My family is dead. I don’t like to say their name because it brings back too many memories. Every recall means me falling apart, destroyed by my loss.
Why does it have to be me? How many of us are immune to the disease. The final radio news flashes informed us of the coming plague. Funny how the recorded warnings came after infection already consumed so many.
Lucky for me I figured out how to drive the family car. Grandpa’s house gave me little refuge. Pa-Pa and Grandma died early. The plague ate the elderly for a quick snack.
Pa-Pa has guns. He never let me handle the AK-47 or his 9mm pistol but he showed me how to load them and let me watch him shoot a target. We only shared gun lessons a few times but I remember everything, like watching a movie in my mind.
