katpetal

katpetal

Member for over 5 years
Novel: Grace
Genre: Horror & Supernatural
11604 words

Synopsis

Do you know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you know something bad is about to happen? Well, for one family and their friends that feeling isn't going away anytime soon.
A news broadcast reveals 'something' is happening, something bad, something sinister, something possible terrorist related. No one knows how it started, or why, but the more important question is when willit be over, and how will they survive?

Excerpt

A few days later, the EAS sirens blew, and she turned on the TV to hear “This emergency has reached a level where FEMA has decided that the only way to keep everyone safe is to bring everyone still surviving to their local FEMA shelters. In Cecil County, those are North East High School and Perryville High School. Do not bring pets with you. The National Guard is being called upon to protect these shelters from harm.” She turned it off, that felt wrong too.
She felt the urge to panic, she wanted to scream and cry and didn’t know what to do. Instead, she grabbed her phone to call her husband. While it rang, she started packing up some clothes while her son ran around oblivious to what was going on. She felt lucky that he was young enough that he didn’t know anything was wrong yet, and that she had him to give her something to stay calm for. She knew if she panicked then he would get upset too.
“Hello?”
“Hey honey. Have you seen the news?”
“no, but I heard it on the radio at work.”
“did..”
“Yeah, they called. I’m supposed to go in. I told them I’d be in after I got you and Llaine safe.”
“Oh”
“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be alright. But I need you to grab a couple of things for me”
“ok”
“My Survival Guide, and”
“Your rifle, I already got that.”
“Good. You know where to go?”
“Yes”
“ok, I’ll meet you there as soon as I can. Grab as much of the food as you can, ok? We don’t know how long we’ll be there”
“Alright, I love you!”
“I love you too”
As she hung up the phone, she swallowed a lump of fear that those may be the last words she spoke to her husband. She shook that off and went back to the bedroom to check the rifle case. As she unzipped it and looked inside, she had to suppress a soft giggle. Her husband was nothing if not prepared, on the barrel of the M4 in the rifle case the words “Zombie Hunter” were emblazoned.