A Journey Into The Unknown by Angel (book recommendations website .txt) 📕

It was just like any ordinary day. I lived with my boyfriend and three children in a two bedroom house on the mill hill. We got up that morning going along with our normal routine. My boyfriend went to work and shortly after I took my five year old to school and hurried back to get my eleven year old out to the bus stop. Which left me and my three year old home for the day. We watched cartoons for an hour or so, well he watched cartoons while I straightened up the house a bit. A little while later we got ready to go to my grandparents house like we always did.

When I opened the door something seemed a little off. I walked out the door to the edge of the porch and looked around. That's when I first saw it. I had never seen anything like it before, it was very strange. As I looked at it I didn't try to figure out what it was, instead I went with my first instinct. I put my three year old in the truck and hauled it to the schools. To my surprise I relized that I was the only one retrieving my kids, or the first at least. After picking up both children I headed straight home. I pulled into the drive and took the children inside, after getting them settled I tipped back outside to look at the sky again.

There it was, closer than before. It was huge, a orange cloud or smoke cloud was getting closer. I had no clue of what it was or where it came from, but I was certain no good would come from it. About the time I turned to go back inside my boyfriend pulled up. He saw the cloud while on break at work and cut out early. We stood together and watched it as it slowly moved towards us.

When we realized that it was moving faster than we thought,we hurried inside and locked the house up tight. Several hours passed and we did everything possible to keep from alarming the children. We carried on with our normal routine for the evenings.I was getting the kids ready for bed when my boyfriend let me know that the cloud had consumed the neighborhood. I made my way to a window and looked out. I couldn't see anything, but an orange fog. Upon my observation I decided to make a palette in the living room floor for the kids, instead of putting them in their beds. I laid some blankets on the floor and tucked the children in. My boyfriend nor I slept at all that night even though all was quiet. The next morning we peeked outside to see that the orange fog still lingered. We spent a few moments looking outside then looking at eachother with questions neither of us had the answers for.

We decided it would be best to stay inside, with the orge fog and all. We turned on the television to see what the news had to say about it, but all we got was static. We couldn't get a signal on anything, so there we were locked inside with no idea of what was going on and no contact with the outside world. I was expecting the The Military or Police to show up with some sort of explanation or evacuation plan, but we sat there the whole day and nothing.We spent another night hunkered down in the house and everything was quiet and calm. We had talked it over and my boyfriend decided that he would venture out and see if the fog ended right outside of town or continued on.

Just before dawn it all started. It started with screams. I heard them coming from down the street, they were terrifying. I could see the fear rising in my children's eyes, but all I could do was watch I didn't know what to say. I had no answers for them. All I could do was watch the fear grow in them as the screams got closer. I searched my mind for some sort of solution to avoid whatever was coming but drew a blank. I had no idea what was coming or what to do about it. However, my boyfriend did, he had left the room and went to his gun cabinet before I realized he had left the room.

When it came to my attention that he had went into the bedroom I decided to see what he was up to. It looked as if he was preparing for a war. He had every gun he owned laid out on the bed along with a few swords. When I walked in the room he had just started loading the first gun.I didn't want to think of having to use those things, but I guess it was more of an effort than anyone else had put forth. We hadn't heard anything, but terrifying screams.

When the screams sounded like they were right outside he brought the guns in the living room laying them out neatly across the coffee table. First he lay the shotgun down and placed a box of bullets beside it. Then he laid the handguns out one by one. As he sat the last one down he turned to me and said, "There's only three bullets in this one.", then looked at the children.

Just as he removed his hand from that gun we heard the strangest noise. It was strange because we all knew exactly what it was. The first thing I thought was it can't be, then my son said,"Mama don't forget to aim for the head.". My kids were terrified of anything that had to do with zombies and I knew it. So I put them together in a corner and hid them beneath a blanket. It was the best I could do even though I knew it wouldn't make a difference. After that I sarted pushing the furniture in front of the windows and doors.

My boyfriend grabbed the shotgun and started watching the windows and the doors. It wasn't long after that when it began.There it was the living room window broke and a hand of rottening flesh came through it. With one hand the creature pushed the shelf I had in front of the window away. As so as the zombie stuck it's head through the window my boyfriend blew his head off. This continued on until he run completely out of bullets. He turned his back on the window to grab a handgun off the table when one of the creatures came halfway through the window and grabbed him pulling him outside. I stood in total shock for a split second disturbed by what had just happened. Then I grabbed the gun he had reached for and took over the job at hand. Once I had the gun in hand I started shooting whatever tried to come in.

The last bullet left the chamber and after a click or two I turned to grab the gun with only three bullets, but it wasn't there. I looked across the table and on the floor around it ,but didn't see it. Then i heard a sniffle. I turned toward my children to see my eleven year old daughter standing there holding the gun with tears streaming down her face.I asked her what she was doing and she muttered something about me being strong enough to survive without them holding me back. I half smiled and told her not to be silly, I was strong enough to get us all through this. By the time I got the words out of my mouth it was too late. She pointed the gun at her brothers and pulled the trigger twice. I darted towards them, but it was too late. They were gone. I turned to ask why, but I saw her turn the gun on herself and pull the trigger.

I wanted to lay down and die with them, but I couldn't think of letting those thiings feed on me. Then I noticed that the creatures were coming in. I ran into the bedroom and grabbed a couple of swords and knives. I strapped them to me the best i could and with a sword in hand I ran straight for the back door. I knew if I had any chance for survival that it wouldn't be trapped in this house with the bodies of my children. So I headed for the door removing the head of anything that got in my path.

I ran out the door into the thick orange fog. I ran for a ways before I had to stop to catch my breath.Until I stopped I hadn't realized that the fog was so thick that I couldn't see two foot in front of me and it was so quiet it was erie. I started walking slowly unsure of where I was or what direction I was headed. I didn't know where I was going, Just that I had to keep moving.

It had been silent for quite sometime, when I evidently crossed the path of one of the zombie creatures. I heard the moans from it getting closer, so I prepared myself to kill the creature as soon as it came into