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I remember it like it was yesterday. The heart-wrenching screams, cries for help, and blood so much blood. 

The day was August 10, 2026, I had just gotten my lunch from the cafeteria when I  noticed something peculiar. Various parts of the city were creating smoke as if fires had been lit, how I wish I didn't ignore them, how I wish I could have taken action that moment but I couldn't, and that's why I lost you. 

It only took a moment and everyone was in panic, right before my eyes was a scene I'd only ever seen in movies. They limped toward us and tore us to pieces, I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't believe it but it was true. 

I watched as one took a bite from you and watched as you turned to one of them. I still can't believe my hands were the ones that took you out. And I still can't believe you're gone.

The walking plague

We all sat around the dining table, munching on the food Liana helped me prepare. It was sort of weird seeing so many people around this table. We rarely chatted during family meals. It was usually Alex and I, lost in our own worlds, and Dad, if he was home.

The silence was occasionally broken by the sound of utensils clinking against plates, a stark contrast to the usual quiet and solitude we shared during meals.

Hannah, who was sitting next to me, broke the silence. "Eva, tell us more about your family," she asked, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

I hesitated for a moment, my thoughts briefly flickering to my complicated relationship with my dad. "Well," I began cautiously, "my family is... unique. Let's just say we've had our share of challenges."

Oliver, who had been quietly eating, glanced at me, sensing my reluctance to delve into the topic. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," he said, trying to steer the conversation away from sensitive territory.

Liana, who had been listening attentively, added, "That's okay, Eva. We're here for you, and you can share as much or as little as you want."

"Thanks," I leaned in, my voice hushed as I shared the news. "So, guys, I talked to Alex a few hours ago," I began, glancing around at the group, who all leaned in closer, their expressions eager.

Hannah chimed in, her eyes wide with anticipation. "What did he say, Eva?"

I took a deep breath, then continued, "He has a plan. He wants to wait at the city's exit, and he's giving it five days. If we can't make it to him by then, he's going to the police station. They've barricaded themselves there and plan to leave in five days."

The news seemed to strike a chord with the three other  students who had joined us. They exchanged glances, and one of them, a tall guy with tousled hair, spoke up, "I need to find my little sister. She's alone out there."

A girl with a determined look nodded in agreement. "My parents are out of town. I have to go check on them."

The third student, a quiet boy, added, "My brother, he's all I have left. I can't leave him."

There was a shared understanding in the room, a recognition of the urgency of their situations. But there was also a problem: the car they had stolen.

Oliver voiced the concern on everyone's mind, "But how are you going to get there? That car you guys took won't start again."

I nodded, acknowledging the issue. "That's where we come in. You can take one of my father's cars." I looked at each of them in turn, my voice steady with determination. "It's the least I can do to help. Just be careful out there, okay?"

The room fell into a contemplative silence as they processed the offer, and I couldn't help but wonder if we were all making the right choice. But in these uncertain times, finding family was a beacon of hope, and I couldn't stand in the way of that.

Dinner