• “Your eldest son must stay behind.” The soldier yelled from his loudspeaker, his magnified voice hardly yelling over the roar of the helicopter. For a moment, everything in the world no longer mattered, because now was the last time I was ever going to see my family again. The limit was five people per evacuation, no more.

    Teenagers, like me, were the last priority for evacuation. We were so varying and unpredictable, the government decided that we would be the fist to be left behind. Children went first, then adults, then the elderly, then finally teenagers. It didn’t make any sense. I have so much to live for, and I was now told that I have a death sentence.

    It took only a few moments for my brother and sisters to start crying and screaming for me to stay. There was nothing I could do about it. My mother was begging the pilot to let her stay in my place. Her begging wouldn’t do anything, these men had all heard this before from other large families. My dad was in a slight state of creepily calm shock.

    My father, Dale, sighed and put a hand on my shoulder. The soldier yelled “William! Step back from the helicopter or I will be forced to terminate you.” Even before he finished his sentence, I was already standing about another ten yards away from the helicopter. It was easier to stand there anyway, because the wind from the chopper blades were quieter.

    Dillven, Susian and Alli all ran up and began squeezing the air out of my lungs, all while bawling their eyes out. “Big brother! Please don’t go!” Alli screamed. I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came out. There was nothing I could say that would comfort any of them. All I did was scratch their head softly, as I have done many times before. Mom joined the giant hug a few moments after Alli spoke.

    The soldier in the chopper then yelled “You have one more minuet to board the vehicle before we leave you behind!” After his statement, I pushed all four of them away.

    “Go. I’ll be fine by myself. Now get lost.” I said. My voice was weak and sounded more scared and pitiful then it had ever sounded before. This did not encourage anybody, especially myself. Before they could say anything to object, I yelled “Leave! I’ll do better myself anyway!” They looked away, and mom began to lead them to the helicopter, but my dad stayed. He had one more thing to say to me.

    “Lisen. I keep my .45 under the mattress in my bed. The ammo is in the dresser. Stay quite, stay safe. News choppers will stop by, get filmed as much as possible. Don’t let me see you in any condition other then perfectly healthy, you hear me?” Dad said, his eyes fixed onto mine. He was dead serious.

    I paused for a moment before answering. “Yes dad. I will stay perfectly safe. You keep the rest of the family safe too.” They were muck more of a problem then me now. I was assured dead now, but they still had a chance.
    “Sure thing William. Goodbye.” Was the last thing he said before locking me in a hug, then hopping onto the helicopter. I was fighting to hold back tears, because they wouldn’t help anyone. I stepped back with the others that were rejected from the evacuation and waved at the chopper as it lifted off. Mom screamed something at me, but her voice was drowned out by the roar of the chopper. I did not hear any of it.

    Without any thought, I hugged the closest person to me. He laughed softly and patted me on the back. “Don’t worry kid, you’ll be fine.” I looked up at him. He was a old man with brisk brown hair and in a Wal-Mart uniform. On his chest was a name tag, in big letteres it said ‘Hi! My name is Chuck Holgen’.

    I used all the strength I could to give him a small smile. “Thanks... uh... Chuck.” I said. His voice gave me some comfort, although I still knew I wouldn’t last. It did tell me that I needed to act though, and I did. “I have to go. Thank you.” Then I ran down the road, away from the evacuation sight.

    The roads did not have a soul in sight. The only thing I could see were the abandoned vehicles and empty apartment buildings. As I ran, I thought about how this had always began.

    It began as a bio-terror weapon. It was Al Qaeda’s revenge against the world for the death of their leader. It was a modified form of rabies. They made it more powerful, so it couldn’t be vaccinated. They took away the ability to kill the host and added one more deadly thing: Hunger. They made it increase your mtabilizim extremely high, constantly wanting to eat more and more, as well as increasing your bodies need for protein. At first, they were just infected, aggressive and insane people who just ate you out of house and home. However, when they ran out off things to eat, they began targeting the only other high-protein food source. The uninfected.

    The virus was spred by the terrorists by releasing thousands of infected animals into the world. They bit the humans, the humans bit other humans, those humans bit more humans and the cycle went on intill most of the world was infected. Survivors were being sent to Antartica, simply because no one really lives there. It was a limit of 5 people per family, to save food supplies in this harsh environment.

    I was thrown back into reality when I heard a loud, ear shattering scream. My head turned down the road and I saw one. It’s exposed skin was covered in scratches and cuts. It’s cloths were stained a bright red and slightly tattered. Around it’s lips was a leaking a soft white foam and was breathing extremely heavily. It looked like it was a middle aged women, at one point in it’s life.

    My eyes widened when I discovered it had spotted me. I screamed a few cuss words into the air. I broke out into a sprint towards my house. I heard it fallowing me. I had to get out of away from it. There was only a few in the city so far, and I did not want to be one of the first to die to there teeth.

    I lept over a car as I sighted my apartment building. I glanced around my shoulder to see it trip over a trashcan, and then pulling it’s self up in a few brief seconds. It could run faster then me, but it kept getting slowed down by nearly everything that could. I ran into the apartment and up the stairs. When I reached room 319, my room I quickly entered the room and slammed the door behind me. I locked the door and entered my parent’s bedroom and flipped over the mattress. The .45 sat in the bedframe, staring up at me like it was an eyeball. I grabbed it and opened the dresser, sending cloths flying ever were as I searched for the ammo.

    Their was an extremely loud banging on the door. It had heard me. I couldn’t find the clips. I began panicking as a began ripping the cabinets out of the dresser. I herd the metal beginning to creak and weaken. Then I found the .45 ammunition and three empty clips. I began shoving the bullets into the clip when I heard the door crack open and the infected woman rushed into the apartment. I screamed and shoved the clip into the pistol and turned off the safety. When I turned to face the attacker, it tackled me before I could do anything.

    It clawed into my hair, and I shoved it’s head back with my hand. I had dropped the .45 next to me. It was pulling itself closer as my other hand scrambled for the .45. When I looked into it’s eyes I could see my entire life flash before my eyes. Material Arts training, Computers, My friends, My family, everything. It stopped flashing when I finally grabbed the pistol.

    “Get away!” I screamed as I shoved the pistol into the woman’s eye. It did not slow her down at all. With all the bravery I could possibly muster, I closed my eyes, pulled the trigger and sent a bullet through her head.