Today marks the two month anniversary of your son becoming one of them - one of the zombies. It's October fifth, 2014. You venture into the kitchen and pour yourself a tall glass of ice tea before going into the compact living room. You take a seat on your beloved red leather couch. After a few sips of your tea you begin to reflect on the day that changed everything for the worst.
Two months ago, August fifth 2014, was just a normal day. Your son used to make a joke about no day being normal since the outbreak, and he was right. Given that he was turning sixteen in December, you decided to was time took him with you to get supplies. After all, he was old enough and two people are always better than one. So you drove out to what used to be the local grocery store with him in the passenger seat. Usually, there was only one or two zombies around, but that day...
Once they got inside, you realized too late your mistake: you didn't check first. You got trapped, surrounded by two many zombies. It was a miracle you two got out at all. However, when he began changing you couldn't bring yourself to end it. Instead, you locked him up in the basement, kept him safe.
News spread like a wildfire of what had happened. Your neighbors - well, they were nowhere near understanding. To this day, they feel his death is overdue. He's a risk, they tell you. He's already gone. But he's your son, and what kind of father would you be if you let him die?
You sigh, noticing your glass is now empty. You suppose you can lie - say he's gone. You fear what they might try to do if they find out he's still there. You go back into the kitchen and began to put a small meal together for you son. Whatever are you going to do?
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