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She was curled up behind the bed, crouched on the ground. The wooden floor still felt warm from when they had the heat on. She watched her tears beginning to collect on the surface, and she could hear her own labored breathing. Brynn was shaking uncontrollably, hearing the consistent thud against the bedroom door. It was accompanied by a raspy growl and groan, but the thuds were almost rhythmic.
The news report had begun a week prior, and no one seemed to really believe it at first. There was talk of a sickness that began to plague people, and everyone was convinced it was only from the farmlands in Iowa. It would never get to a city like Cedar Rapids, and her parents had ignored the calls for evacuation.
That was when her father had come home from work earlier today and began to sweat profusely. He muttered something about having gone to a meat plant for auditing, and he wasn’t feeling well. He began to twitch and convulse, and Brynn watched as he lashed out at her mother, moving with inhuman strength.
Brynn had seen enough in the news reports to run, rushing upstairs to shut the door to her bedroom and lock herself in. She hadn’t thought to go outside, and she began to regret her decision now.
Her parents had the sickness, and they were going to kill her.
She didn’t process any of it, and she was sobbing quietly on the floor. The sickness twisted their minds to where they couldn’t perform basic cognitive tasks like opening doors, but that didn’t stop her from pushing a desk to block the way. The thuds kept getting louder and louder, and she knew it wouldn’t be long till they broke through.
Brynn finally rose to stand, turning to window and opening it. An icy chill flowed into the room, snowflakes serenely dropping from above. She ran to her closet, gathering up her coat and a backpack. She packed her laptop, a flashlight, cellphone and wallet. She had no food on her, and would have to manage.
She punched out the net behind the window, glancing down at the landing from the second story window. Brynn quickly tied scarves to her bed post, using them to hoist herself out. She walked down the side of the house enough to lower the distance and let go, landing on her feet on the ground.
Brynn put up her hood and looked around, her breath escaping in a fog as she looked around. She had no idea where to go, but perhaps the corner store down the street would have some people. Trying not to think about her parents, she quickly broke into a run, her heart racing as she tried to come to terms with the fact that they were dead.
@Phoenix @Orbit