Personal Narrative: Arizona

It was a surprisingly warm night during the summer. Everyone in the house was sound asleep in their rooms except for me. I was watching a show on the laptop in my room when out of nowhere I hear a bone chilling scream from the neighbor’s house next door. Before I knew it I was out of bed putting on my shoes to see what was happening. When I opened the front door I saw a bunch of other neighbors turning on porch lights to see what was going on too. What I saw next I could never un-see, it was the sweet old man that lived next door crouching over his blood stained wife. The problem with this image though is what he didn’t do. He wasn’t crying over her body in sorrow, nor was he standing in shock, instead his face was covered in blood and …show more content…
The only people we saw were looking for lost loved ones in the sea of dead people. We then quickly packed the car and set our plan in action. In some places the disease destroyed towns, but in others there was next to no sign of ever making contact with the disease. At times it made me curious as to why it was more dominant in some places than others, but slowly over time I gave up on figuring it out. The first place we went to was Arizona. Most of our family lives there and we wanted to make sure they were okay since there was no phone reception in most places. My mom and I were glad to see that they lived in one of the lucky towns. We stayed for a couple of days to restock and let my sisters play with our cousins. I start to watch my show but get interrupted by the sharp buzzing noise again. I ask the adults if they heard the noise but still they don’t. Am I going crazy? They go back to discussing their plan when I ask my parents if we could go see how my dad was doing. Even though the electricity was working at my aunt’s house, the cell lines were still down from the sick people rampage. We travel to my dad’s house where, luckily, he and my other sisters were okay. After visiting with my dad and …show more content…
It took us a week to get to Missouri but it helped that most of the states to the North were barley infected with the strange sickness. We were going to Missouri to see how my dad’s parents were doing. About an hour before we made it to their house we had to stop for gas and food. The gas station was empty and showed no signs of life. Just in case, I grabbed a pistol and hunting knife and my dad grabbed the shotgun and the machete. My mom waited in the car with the little ones like always. I opened the gas station door for my dad and walked in after him. Slowly realizing what we walked into, we quickly tried to retreat. We walked into a nest of sick people! We shut the doors as fast as possible and barricaded it shut. When we went back to the car my dad and I saw the most terrible thing. The car was surrounded be sick people trying to get to my panicked mom and screaming sisters. We tried so hard to get rid of all the infected people but more kept coming. While fighting off these walkers I hear the buzzing noise one last time. Before I know it the walkers