I'm Emma Andrews. I go to Olive Branch High School and I just turned 17 years old.
But it sucks because I'm sick with a fever and can't go to school. Just kidding I hate school.
"100.2" Mom said looking at my temperature.
"Ugh death. I feel like death," I groan.
Mom smiles and hands me a cup of water,"That's why you need to rest up so you don't feel the pain."
I take a sip and sigh. "Can you make me a bowl of fruit? I am really hungry please mom?"
Mom shakes her head,"Honey, we won't be here for you this weekend. You need to be independent. I can't make you a bowl of fruit in California now can I?"
"Please? I could just die without it," I say putting my hand over my heart.
She looks at me and rolls her eyes, heading out of my room,"Alright I'll be back with your damn fruit."
"Thank you! Love you!"I shouted.
I woke up to the light shining right in my face as if I wasn't already sweaty enough.
I got up and looked to the right and saw a note from my mother.
Your father and I left and I didn't want to wake you. There is soup on the stove and your medicine is on the counter.
Love you Emma, we will see you soon!
I looked at the time and it said 10:42 p.m. The power must have went out because clearly if it's bright as hell out, it's not nighttime.
I went downstairs and heated the soup mom had left. I took my temperature and it said "98.6"
I poured the soup into the bowl and turned the stove off. I walked to the couch and sipped on the soup when I checked my phone.
I had no texts, calls, or even instagram updates. Weird...
I heard a pounding at the door, it was fast, frantic. I slowly walked over there, grabbing a broom in case. I checked the door and saw a boy around my age, with blood spattered on his clothes. He looked scared and always turned around to look behind him.
"Please let me in!" The boy says.
I decided whether to let him in or not. He needs help.
I opened the door and he rushed in quickly locking the door behind me and boarding it with a chair.
"What are you doing? Are you okay?" I ask.
"Hiding from tho-those things out there," The boy blurted.
I look out my window, but he slaps my hand away and close the curtains.
"What things?" I question.
"The zombies out there," The boy states.
I laugh. "Zombies? Is this some kind of joke?"
He covers my mouth with his hand and pushes me toward the kitchen.
He gestures for me to listen and I hear feet shuffling from outside. He grabs my hand and leads me to the window to peak out.
There I see, the dead, walking.
"You have got to be kidding me. How did this happen?" I ask.
He shrugs,"Beats me. Last night I was at a friends house and they...showed up. Everyone was running around, screaming. I ran and went home but..."
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "Is that the...Walker blood on you?" I gesture to his shirt.
"You killed one?"
"Yea with his," He held up a gun and I backed away.
"Take it easy there," I say holding my hands up.
He smirks,"I'm not gonna hurt you..So where is your family?"
It suddenly hits me that my family is in California, with the rest of those things.
"Gone..They just left for California."
"What now?" I ask.
"Maybe the army will come and end this. But in the meantime, I need to get to California too," He added.
"What for?" I ask.
"My Brother is over there. He goes to UCLA and he's the only one left of my family," He sighs.
He looks at me and smiles.
"Come with me,"
"To California. I need to go find my brother and you need to find your parents," Luke suggests.
"Okay I'll go pack. I want to see my parents," I say as I go up the stairs.
"Oh um there's soup on the stove. You are probably hungry," I add.
"Thanks...I'm Luke," He smiles.
"I'm Emma, nice to meet you,"
I walk to my room and grab a backpack. I fill it with extra clothes and things I know I would need. I grabbed a first aid kit and other things for memories. I took a picture of my parents and folded it into my pocket.
I changed into my favorite blue flannel and put on my converse. I headed downstairs and saw Luke eating soup.
"Do you have any weapons?" He asks.
"One second," I go upstairs back into my room and grab a baseball bat and come down.
I go into the kitchen and pack some water, granola bars, and can food.
"I'm ready lets go," I tell him.
He finishes his soup and grabs his bag.
"Wait," I say as I grab a piece of paper and start writing.
"Dear Mom and Dad,
If you can't find me, I went to California to find you. Stay here and if you aren't there, I'll come back. I love you guys and be safe.
"Lets go," I said as we headed out the front door.
Maggie- bit, killed by luke
Liz- killed herself