"Hey guys," I said to my mom and dad as I hugged them, "where's Grandma?"
"She's asleep already," my mom replied.
"So is everything alright still?"
"We haven't seen anything so far, we hope you boys are sure about this."
"Like I said, I'm lucky I'm not one of them right now, I've had two close calls already and I don't like the idea of staying in Morgantown to see what happens."
"Well, the news hasn't said anything about it." my mom added.
"I doubt they will until it gets too widespread to ignore. Either way, that's to our advantage, we can get everything we need before people panic and rush the stores."
"Just exactly how much are you planning to spend...?" my dad asks.
"I don't know, but if this is the start of the apocalypse, money won't matter much anymore."
"And what if it isn't? What if this is taken care of right away and nothing more happens?" he replies.
"Then we'll have what we need for the future. Even if this isn't the start of the apocalypse, its much more likely now that zombies exist. Either way, do you really want to risk not being prepared though? If this gets bad, society as we know it will collapse."
"We'll take it easy on the spending until we know we're going to need it." he sternly replies.
"We'll get what we need in the morning. For now, we need to lock down the house for the night."
Not wasting any time, my dad and brother went to the workshop to retrieve any tools and materials we might need, while my mom and I gathered what we had within the house. After about an hour of proper barricading, the house was secure...for the night at least.
"We'll sleep in shifts, two at a time. I'll stay awake first," I said.
"Me too," my brother chimed in.
As my parents went to bed, I turned to my brother and asked, "You're calling her, aren't you?"
"You're not doing the same?" he replied.
"...touche," I murmured as I pulled out my phone.
I called, listening to the tone....until voicemail was activated. I hung up and tried a second time. And a third. And a fourth. Finally, I tried a different number.
"How you holding out up there, chief?"
"I've got my house secure for the night, its all quiet up here. Did Alice make it to you yet?"
"Nope, but tell her to pick up more arrows while she's out."
"I called her four times, no answer."
"Keep trying, I'm having way too much fun to run out of ammo now."
"Alright, let me know if she shows up."
"Say, what do you plan to do once you get here?"
"We're gonna make sure my sister's alright, she's in Nashville."
"We oughta just meet somewhere on the way, waste of time for you to drive all the way down here."
"Where did you have in mind?"
"Bristol"
"Works for me. I'll let you know once I've made sure my family will be alright without me, then I'll be heading out."
"Hey, if Alice doesn't show up..."
"I care about her, but not enough to get myself killed....I mean, if she's not willing to make the effort for a relationship, I'm not willing to slay hordes of zombies for that slim chance of rescuing her."
"Finally, your head is in the right place."
"About time, I suppose. Alright, I've got watcher duty to attend to, call me if anything comes up."
"I've got to go myself, I've got all these beers to attend to."
After trying Alice one last time, with no avail, I resumed my guard duty.
