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âThank you again for helping me, Justin. Your family is blessed to have a son like you; brave, strong, and handsome. If only I was a century younger, I wouldâve fallen in love with you.â
Justin looked at her strangely, doing the calculations in his head. âMiss, you wouldâve been negative sixteen years old. You wouldnât have been born yet.â
She glanced at him before shaking her head. âThe education system was worse than how it is now. Thatâs my only excuse.â
Justin chuckled as he reached the attic, noticing Lindaâs son, Andy. The young fifteen-year-old was dressed in a brown tee-shirt and black jeans. He had on expensive-looking sneakers with the logo of a man jumping into the air. However, Justin knew the shoes were knock-offs based on their name; Mordons. One letter off of Jordans.
Linda left the two boys to repair the small dimly-lit attic. There was only one window, but it was smaller than the other windows in the house and was broken, shattered by a piece of debris. Even so, neither cared about the light. They were focused on repairing the holes and the window. Andy focused on repairing a basketball-shaped hole on the adjacent wall to the window. Justin mainly focused on the window, filling it in with cardboard, enough for the time being.
After an hour of repairs, they were nearing completion. Most of the large holes were filled in or covered over. With their goal so close to being fulfilled, Andy turned to Justin. âCan I be like you?â
The question caught Justin off-guard. He didnât expect Andy to ask him anything. âWhat do you mean?â
âYour strength, bravery, handsomeness.â Andy clarified. It was now evident that he heard his grandmotherâs remarks, embarrassed of himself.
Justin sucked in a deep breath of air before pushing it out. âYou want to make your grandmother proud?â
Andy nodded, his eyes widened in anticipation of Justinâs answer.
âStay how you are. Your grandmother is exaggerating. She truly cares about you and wishes you the world. Sheâs only trying to joke around.â
âShe⊠doesnât hate me?â
Justin shook his head. âIf she did, then she would tell you. She kept you in this house because she wants to watch you grow. She loves you how you are, Andy, so changing would make her sad. Remain the same and show her your true self and sheâll reveal her true feelings to you. Change yourself and sheâll never reveal those feelings. It would be like saying you love a stranger.â
Andy looked at him, tilting his head. âIf I change, I become a stranger?â He questioned.
âNo,â Justin started, âchange is good but it depends on what you change. If you change your true self for a fake self, then you become a stranger. If you change yourself to embrace an aspect of what makes you⊠you, then itâs a good change and you donât become a stranger. Itâs all based on how you change.â
âOh, thank you, Justin,â Andy told him.
âYouâre welcome,â Justin looked out of the window. He wished somebody told him that during his school years. He couldâve saved his relationship with his girlfriend if he stayed to his true self, not mutated into a fake persona. He lost her because he wasnât true to himself and her. He wasnât going to make that mistake again.
Everything went peacefully as nobody complained or cried for too long. Everybody wanted their normal days back, rebuilding their homes and community to achieve that hope.
However, the concept of ânormalâ would begin to shift as the sixth day arrived.
***
Day six arrived and the world turned on itself. Creatures---made from the corpses of humans consumed by the rift---sprouted and attacked the recovering survivors. They tore in their flesh, resembling mindless zombies with their deteriorating greenish-black skin and exposed brains. They roamed around the surviving neighborhoods, tearing into the inhabitants. Many fled and tried to escape but the roads werenât working, they had no cars, or their safe havens---their houses---were destroyed by the day known as âCalamityâ. Calamity saw meteors, earthquakes, and a tsunami attack Chicago within a half-hour, ruining the city.
The mindless zombies---called Roamers for their lack of intelligence by the survivors--lingered around the neighborhoods. Justin, fortunately, grabbed his family and hurled them into their house--which was barely scratched by Calamity. They escaped the initial chaos that killed ninety percent of survivors and brought Chicago closer to its original days of no technology and survivors trying to build a home.
âWhy are they back? I saw Ms. Johnson there. Her eyes were gouged out and her eyes were dead. Whatâs wrong with her?â Lucie asked. âHas Calamity come back to claim the rest?â
âShush mother, youâll make Marie and Luke afraid. Weâll be fine with our resources now. If anything,â Justin brandished a knife âIâll fight if I have to. Iâm not letting another person---dead or not---wound my family again.â
âNow you calm down. Thereâs no need to fight these monsters. They havenât invaded our home yet, so put that knife away.â Tom demanded. Justin nodded, discarding the knife. He carefully walked to the kitchen and housed the knife into a block of wood fitted for several knives.
âSo what? There are too many windows, they can see into our place and barge in.â Justin said, pointing at the several windows in the house. One window was at their back, exposing them to the neighborâs house.
âHelp me get blankets and weâll cover the windows. That way, we wonât be scared to move around.â Tom ordered, moving towards his bedroom to grab a wool blanket. Justin and Lucie followed Tomâs example and grabbed blankets to drape against the windows. Using duct tape to hold up the blankets, they covered the windows and closed off their house from the Roamers outside.
They now had the freedom to walk around the house without worrying about Roamers seeing them. For the moment, at least, they were safe.
Justin left his parents for a moment, stepping into Lukeâs room. Luke was sprawled atop his bedsheets, his wounds being addressed by Harry. Marie was on the other side, holding onto his hands.
Harry glanced at him, standing from his position next to Luke. . âLukeâs alright. The bleeding stopped a long time ago. He needs time to heal.â
Justin nodded, moving aside to let Harry pass him. He then crouched down to meet with his younger sibling. â2020 is around the corner. What do you want next year?â
Luke stared at him, his eyes broken. âWhatâs the point? There are zombies outside. Theyâre going to kill us!â He shrieked, frightening his sister. Justin placed his hand on Lukeâs shoulder, calming him down.
âThey wonât. Iâll tell you why.â He smiled a toothy grin. âBecause weâre all here together, right? You still have pops, mom, Uncle Harry, Marie, and myself. Weâre all by your side through thick and thin.â
Luke nodded, looking up at his brother. âYeah, weâll be alright.â He said, a mix of convincing Justin and himself. Whether or not it worked was a different story.
âOkay, get some sleep. Marie, let him sleep peacefully.â Justin demanded. Marie shook her head, squeezing Lukeâs hand harder.
âI want to stay with him!â She shouted. Justin shushed her, pointing at the window.
âRemember, you need to whisper, donât shout. As for you staying with him, Iâll accept it.â Justin went to the light switch, flicking it. âGood night, you two.â
âGood night, brother.â Mari and Luke whispered simultaneously.
***
âHow are the kids?â Tom asked.
âThey should be sleeping, Iâll check on them in a half-hour or so.â
Tom nodded. âGood, let them sleep. Now, letâs get to business.â He motioned to the circular glass table contained in their dining room. Tom, Lucie, Harry, and Justin sat down at the table, all facing each other.
Tom started off the conversation, intertwining his fingers on the table. âI was counting our supplies and we have enough for three days if anything.â
âDidnât we have nine?â Harry questioned, staring at his brother as if he sprouted a second head. âWhere did those supplies go?â
âGone, given away to neighbors,â Lucie remarked. âThe other families had little supplies, so I decided it was fine to give them out. I thought we could get more soon.â
âYou gave out the supplies!â Harry shouted. âWe needed them!â
âKeep your damn voice down.â Tom whisper-shouted. âWhat was done is done. Letâs focus on procuring more days of supplies. We have a small vegetable garden in the backyard.â
âThe fence has a few holes that I hadnât fixed. We need to fix it before we can use the backyard.â Justin chimed in. âI need an hour to fix them, but the problem is the Roamers outside. We need a distraction that lasts an hour.â
âAn hour?â Harry questioned. âWhat if we all go out and help you? Cut down the time?â
Justin nodded. âA half-hour, maybe. Even so, we still need a diversion to give us the time. The Roamers have flooded the neighborhoods.â
âHow about using the Clancyâs truck to distract the Roamers. Break the windows and ignite the alarms. Itâll attract the attention of the nearby Roamers and give us time.â
âWhy the Clancyâs truck? They were always helpful to us?â Lucie exclaimed. âShouldnât we use the Howzerâs truck or somebody elseâs?â
âThe Clancyâs truck is on the opposite end of the block. If we activate its alarm, it moves all of the Roamers to that end and grants us time.â Justin explained. âMakes more sense than using Howzerâs truck since itâs only a few houses down.â
Lucie nodded, staring off into space. She didnât like that they were going to sacrifice the property of another person for their selfish need; rebuild a single fence.
âWho will go? We need Justin here to help with the rebuilding process.â
Justin shook his head. âHarry knows what to do. You and Harry fix the fence, Iâll get to the car.â
Tom jumped up from his chair, shaking his head violently. âThereâs no way Iâm going to let my son go out and risk his life. So help me God, Iâll-â
âDad, Iâll be fine. Harryâs leg isnât in the same condition it used to be years ago. As for you, youâre good with your hands. Focus on fixing the fence. Iâm the youngest one here---ignoring the kids---and I have good stamina. Itâll be a quick job. In-and-out, so nothing can go wrong.â
Tom shook his head, motioning for Harry to follow him. âDonât jinx yourself.â
Justin smiled, heading to the door. His mother wished him good luck and prayed for him. His father shot him a small smile, mouthing, âgodspeed.â
He smiled back, mouthing, âlet the heavens oversee my safety.â
Then he was off, leaving through the front door, ducking behind their front lawnâs large bushes. He ducked and swerved around the vegetation to escape the eyes of the Roamers. All he had to do was get to the other side of his block and bang on the car loud enough to set off the alarm. Easy, right?
Wrong.
***
Justin made his way towards the other side of the block, ducking and jumping into bushes and other vegetation to escape the Roamersâ sight. Even without his intense camouflage, the Roamers didnât bat a single eyelid at him.
âStrange,â He muttered out loud. His voice was quiet, his words coming out as a small whisper, Even so, it attracted a nearby Roamer. The Roamer turned his head to Justin. He noticed that the Roamer, which resembled a stereotypical zombie, had its eyes gouged out. It couldnât see him, but its hearing ability remained the same; maybe, even increased.
Justin decided to act on his theory, stepping into the fleeting daylight as ten Roamers surrounded him. The Roamers took notice of the grass being chomped on by Justinâs sneakers but never of him. They ignored him, continuing as if nothing was out of the ordinary. As if Roamers knew what ordinary was.
With his theory confirmed, he quietly made his way off the lawn and towards the Clancy familyâs car; a beaten-up red pick-up. The truck was old and deteriorating but still had its fighting spirit. Unfortunately, Justin was on the way to damage the remnants of its spirit.
He brandished his knife and
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