The Darkness by Sabrina Royal (classic books for 7th graders txt) 📕

and Hollywood’s screen writes. Though, it was quite obvious that life was now just a mirror to movies and it was actually a movie that ending could become destructive.
Wiping away her overwhelming tears with her teal t-shirt with the band named Korn written in gold letters across the middle that she won at a giveaway, she felt better. Calmer in fact. She has been holding this confusion, suffering, pain, everything in, in front of her mother who was just as upset as she was…and probably even more.
“We need to leave. We need to get out of here. I do not know what people do in such a situation and I am sure staying here is the best but this neighborhood would be over runned with those freaks and I know that our house will be busted in soon.” she said to herself to get things into perspective and structure.
“I need to pack. To make a plan. We could…we could go to grandma’s in the country side!” This caused her to become so happy that more tears ran down her cheek.
“Mom can be happy there. Zombies won’t be out in the country side and we can relax. Laugh this off. Eat some warm home cook meals and sleep peacefully.” Getting her spirit that died once she seen her neighbors torn to pieces and shredded down to the pale white bones that laid underneath the skin, Gabriella went to her chestnut dresser and started pulling out panties, socks, jeans, and sweaters. Then she moved over to her closet and yanked off her jackets and took an extra pair of red converse with her.
“This seem to be good. It is getting cold and we might freeze along the trip there” calmly speaking.
She walked over to her adjoining bathroom and removed every feminine product that she could manage to find and stuffed it into her gym duffle bag that she bought with her friend Jessica when they assumed they would head to the gym, but instead ate doughnuts at Krispy Kreme next door. She could never figured out why they had a fattening store next to the gym, but she now she knew that it was such a clever market stagey.
“Jessica!” she groan and rushed over to her black iphone and started to dial her best friend’s number. What answered back was a dead tone that made Gabriella shivered with pure terror.
“No..No… She made it. She is probably at her brother’s in the countryside as well. That’s right” she laughed and couldn’t stop herself from bursting into million of giggles that created her body to become sluggish. Just when her body had finished releasing its last giggle, her mother called her.
“Gabriella!” she screamed and Gabriella’s blood went cold from the way her name was spoken. She could actually feel the goose bumps forming on her skin from hearing her mother’s anguished and cold voice.
“Y-Yes?” Her body slowly moved to unlocked the door and she stood in the hallway to speak such words.
“Get your fucking ass in this kitchen this fucking minute!” Knowing that her mother meant business, especially with the situation of the pleads of help and mercy for God that was coming from her doorway, She hightailed her butt to the kitchen to witness her mother’s brake down.


In the kitchen, her mother was laying in the corner and her slender stomach was no longer slender anymore. It was more of a pot belly and was grotesque as it stretched the buttoned down shirt that her mother normally wore on her off days. Even the thin cheeks of her mother was stuffed and food was still hanging from the corner of her lips.
“Mom! What happen? OH my God! What happen to you?!” she said and rushed over to her mother but stopped in her track as her brown eyes caught attention of her mother’s timid hands clinching a huge steak knife with a deadly sharpened point.
” We can’t escape. Do you realize? We can’t escape that shit outside!? We are doom. We are dead. So I ate. I ate all that I can before I die!” Tears ran down the chubby face of her mother and drenched the collar of her already stained shirt.
“No! Mom, look. We can go to Grandma’s…”
“Shut up, you fucking child!” her mother said and made an attempt to stand up. She grasp an item on the counter above her that caused the rest of the chicken to tumble to the ground and covered their ivory floor with bits of food.
“We will die. Do you understand me? You should with your damn grade point average. ” Her mother hovered over her body and raise the knife that cast an eerie shadow upon the wall.
“No..” She said and looked around for an item to protect herself with. The only thing that came to her mind was a silver platter that the chicken was laying on top of earlier. Picking up the silver platter that must had fallen on the floor from her mother’s clumsiness. Gabriella defended her small frame just in time before the knife could cause damage on her.
“Die!” her mother screamed as she forcefully kept pounding the knife repeatedly over her daughter’s head. The knife was causing a huge racket and she knew that soon the zombies would hear it and come rushing toward the loud sound to investigate.
“Mom, stop!” she said and an image of Mrs. Thomas having the same plead to her husband but dying in vain made her terrified. With one last effort, Gabriella shoved the platter up in the air, causing her mother’s knife to ricochet off the platter and straight into her own face.
“No. NOO… NOOOOO!!!” She cried and let the platter fall from her finger tips and onto the dirty floor.
Her mother, whose face was split into half by such a huge object, stood in the corner of the kitchen. Her eyes darted back and forth around the room in a confuse state before landing on her daughter. The last thing that Gabriella could remember of her mother was the faint smile that appeared on her face before she collapse head first into the ground. Pools of blood started to flow effortlessly out of her mother’s body until it looked like a scene from a vampire movie. “M-Mom” she said and took a step back from such mind damaging scene.
“This…This isn’t real,” and her feet stumbled back until it hit the back of the arch of the doorway. Blinking her mind into focus, she realized that this is not a dream and she could not blink away this image. This ungodly sight of her mother dead with a blunt object protruding fro her face. She needed to leave and get away from this site.
Quickly, she rushed back into her room and grabbed her duffle bag that was resting on top of her messy bed, than walked toward the front of the house. Before reaching to unlock the latches on the door, she saw that something caught her attention and she realized it was a lighter with a picture of a orange lighting bolt that faced the red background.
“This can come in handy” she mumbled as she tried to choke the tears behind such gloomy eyes.
Walking over to the couch that she was on earlier, she thought about the time her mother and her watched many of comedies on that couch and shared gossip like no other teenagers she knew could with their own parent and still loved them the next day
Gabriella clicked the fire on and raised it to the couch to set it on fire. The fire quickly consumed the living room area and jumped around playfully to one furniture and to the next. She knew that she had only one chance to get out of here before the freaks noticed the fire. To her, she hope that this somehow created a beacon to the zombies that will lead them to walked over to the fire. This was a silent wish that she hope for where the zombies will become so fascinated and stupid by the fire that they would get caught up in it and become ashes.
She needed to hope. No matter as small as it was, she needed this. She was only seventeen years old and wasn’t great with figuring out math problems, but she knew this wasn’t math and the real solution to solve any problems was to at least attempt an answer.
Carefully, she walked over to her door and opened it. It was quiet on the street and she knew that at any moment, they can popped out and kill her. Turning her pretty head around, she searched for any clues or evidence that of zombies that laid hidden in the darkness of her neighborhood. But after awhile, she noticed there were no sound to be heard unless you can call the sound of the wind echoing as music.
She then deemed it was safe and rushed out of the house. Her pink bicycle laid on the grass infront of the house, and it made her smile that this can be her getaway vehicle.
Climbing on top, her feet peddled to the stop sign and she looked back to noticed the fire had closed around her home and was kissing the sky. This was her time to escape but she knew she couldn’t do that just yet. Staring back into the flames, she said a silent prayer and let the tears washed her smoke covered face clean. In the background, she could hear the groans and feet sliding of many zombies coming her way. She knew it was her time to make haste or the burning of the house would had meant nothing.
“Goodbye” she whispered into the wind and peddled herself away just as a zombie with one arm and wearing nothing but dirtied boxers lunged for her.
Chapter 4: The New World

Tears started to flow down her face and she left the pain inside of her finally bloom like a desert flower. This was so unreal, she thought. She was still telling her self that she cannot go back to her normal life. That life was soon coming to an end and if she paid any small attention to any zombie related movies, she knew that the population will disappeared quickly and that all areas in the world will soon become effected until evil roam the world. This was Earth's nightmare. This was the dawn of a new hell. This was something that she wished she could prevent but she wasn't government. She was just Gabriella Martins that lived on 401 Lane.

As she turned into a left lane of an open road, her