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The rest of the was we all sat silent. What was there to say? Oh, hun its ok, our nightmares are coming true. You know, we just abandoned everything, and who wouldn't? Honestly. My heart still pounded as my mind sickeningly recalled the look of the two undeads. I speak of them as undeads now, zombies just sounds so unreal. But this was. How my heart went through so many emotions driving to get my father. Sadness, anger, pure confusion. All spun in myself as i stared out the clear window of the car. My brother did quiet the same as me, but he had a pillow his arms were latched around.
I sighed and tried to calm down, at least we were out of there. But something was tugging at my attention. The streets of the town we rode through were calm, normally there was some kind of bustle going on. Today there was nothing. My heart fell, what was going on, did something happen her too? I couldn't answer that and i nervously looked at my brother. His eyes seemed grave and he stared at the door, not out the window. Glancing to my sister, she just sat there completely unaware of the world, my mother was too focused on driving to be aware of any activity. Maybe I was just imagining this, thats what i kept telling myself, hoping I'd fall for it.
It only took a few more minutes through the town, with my growing nervousness and fear, to reach the little building my father worked in. He worked for the town's water municipality, checking meters and such. I heard my mom let out a sigh of relief as we pulled in. All the vehicles were there so that meant no one had headed out to check things yet. I wondered how my mom would convince my dad to leave work, to go who knows where.
My mother pulled the car around to the back garage a little ways down the short drive, my dad was standing out back. No one else was around. As he saw our car his hand lifted up to give a wave, my mom rolled down the window.
"hey what are you guys doing here?"
He spoke in happy bliss that we all in the car wished we still had.
"Anthony..."
That would be my dad's name, and my mom spoke it softly and full of fear still. He immediately knew something was up.
"What is it? Whats going on?"
My dad leaned his arm against the car and looked in, noticing we all stared at him, praying he'd come. We couldn't stay here.
"Somethings happened, we need to leave"
My mom was almost frantic again, but visually she tried to calm herself.
"Tell me whats going on"
Thats what we all didn't want my dad to say, tony sighed beside me and turned away.
"Its hard to believe, you'll probably think we're crazy, but please dear, we need to get away from here. We can go to Glen's"
Glen would be me cousin but he was more like an uncle, due to his age. I almost felt excited knowing that we would be going to his house, they lived in Georgia.
"Karen, tell me whats happening, something wrong with the house?"
I glared at my dad, he really didn't seem to have any concern. I couldn't place it, but his voice just seemed bland now.
"...Theres things there"
My mom had whispered the last part, and looked around nervously
"please, lets go"
She pleaded to him, it hurt to see her try so hard not to seem like a psycho to her husband. Her eyes welled with tears she began to fight back. My dad just stared at her for awhile, looking into those misted eyes. Finally he looked away and spoke.
"Fine...I'll go in my truck, I'll take Christy"
My mom light up and opened the door, she fell into my father as he wrapped his arms around her. But again something wasn't right, his eyes were blank, which was so unlike him...
After rearranging and my dad going back inside to take a half a day off, he also told them that he'd be on vacation for a few days. Deep down we all knew, except for him, we weren't coming back. Christy was now riding in my dad's green dodge truck. Tony sat in the passengers seat, up front in the Malibu, and i had the back to myself. Every now and again I'd glance back to look, making sure my dad's truck was still behind us. It was, every time I saw it, I was comforted. But the oddness of the way my father had acted worried me. What could be wrong, and what was with the stillness of my little town i resided in...
 DearCervid · Sat Aug 23, 2008 @ 08:35pm · 0 Comments |
