I ran a plan through my head. We would get as many supplies as possible, bring them upstairs and stay there. I wasn’t sure how many Zombies were outside, perhaps it was a small outbreak, but more than likely it was a bit more serious. I wasnt going to take any chances.
I knew the bathroom was a perfect spot to hide. We would have water, a sink, toilet and plenty of room. On top of that my brothers room, which was supposed to be the master bedroom, was connected to the bathroom. My mom moved downstairs to a smaller rooom once she and my dad got a divorce. Brett got to move into the master bedroom, while I was stuck in the smaller room we had shared for the past 17 years.
“Mom, grab as much food, batteries, flashlights as possible. Anything we might need to live, take it and put it in Brett’s room.” We had gone camping quite often when I was younger so I had no doubt that Mom knew what we needed. “Brett you’re coming with me to the shed. We need a ladder and an axe.” I grabed a flashlight and we headed for the backdoor.
