AM13 Outbreak Series (Book 2): Forgotten Read Online Free
Then, as if from nowhere, he happened upon the completely irrational decision to go out on a food run because the deliveries from the armed forced had stopped coming. Of course, my mother insisted on going with him, she wasn’t going to let him go out there by himself! It seemed she placed protecting him over her own children—a decision I will never be able to get my head around.
I can’t work out what my dad’s plan was, either. It had only been five days since our last food parcel, why couldn’t he have just waited? It wasn’t as if we were completely starving or anything. And why did they both have to go? I screamed and yelled at them, told them they were making an idiotic decision, that they didn’t have what it takes to survive. They didn’t know anything about fighting off a zombie, not like me. To be honest, I said a lot of things to them that I now regret.
Of course, they never came back. I knew they wouldn’t. I bet they didn’t even make it to the end of the street before getting infected. They left me in charge of their eight-year-old child while they went out on a fool’s errand and got themselves killed.
Well, I’m glad.
I’m not bitter—not anymore. Anyone who’s stupid enough to go out there without the ability to defend themselves doesn’t deserve to live. I’ve gotten past the stage of being desperate, sad, and even angry. I’ve just accepted it. They weren’t thinking of me when they died, so I’m not going to waste any more time thinking of them. I’m keeping stoic—at least I have no one left to love. Caring puts you in danger, the ones that live to the end of the film are the ones who have already lost everything and only have themselves to worry about. I already fit that role perfectly.
Now all I need to do is move, but I can’t do it while there’s a huge crowd gathered outside. I knew that noisy outbreak earlier was a mistake. I’m not going to end up dead myself. If I stay calm and focused, finding the perfect moment to go won’t be too difficult. As I wait, I idly switch the radio on, pleased by the familiar sound filling the room. Actually, I can see how easy it was for Dad to get obsessed by listening to it, without it everything is far too tense and quiet.
CHAPTER 5
ETHAN
I’m very nervous out on the streets now. The infected seem far more active and in higher numbers. I keep thinking this must be because we’ve all stopped hiding away and we’re now out in the open, trying to get to the airport. I’m bound to stumble across someone soon, surely—we’re all heading the same way, after all. I hope I do, I would feel a lot more comfortable with someone to watch my back. I keep sporadically spinning around, panicking, certain that I hear noises behind me, even though no one’s there. It’s daft really. If an infected has managed to get that close to me, it’ll kill me. And if it doesn’t, the shock will more than likely finish me off. I’m really not the sort of person who can do well in this sort of stressful situation. In fact, it’s a surprise that I have managed to keep myself hidden and alive for this long.
It is better being out here with a purpose, wandering around aimlessly was actually really hard work. I’ve always lived my life by to-do lists, so having no plan was a real challenge for me. Luckily my destination isn’t too far out of town, so hopefully it shouldn’t take me too much longer to get there. I’m uneasy and eager to meet up with all the remaining survivors—which is unusual, because I’m normally such an introverted person. I have to keep telling myself that being with a big group gives me a much better chance at surviving than being by myself. I can hide amongst others, I can rely on people. I’m not a fighter so there’s no way they’ll make me battle.
I’m trying desperately to ignore the little voice in my head, the sensation in my stomach that’s telling me this is all a
I can’t work out what my dad’s plan was, either. It had only been five days since our last food parcel, why couldn’t he have just waited? It wasn’t as if we were completely starving or anything. And why did they both have to go? I screamed and yelled at them, told them they were making an idiotic decision, that they didn’t have what it takes to survive. They didn’t know anything about fighting off a zombie, not like me. To be honest, I said a lot of things to them that I now regret.
Of course, they never came back. I knew they wouldn’t. I bet they didn’t even make it to the end of the street before getting infected. They left me in charge of their eight-year-old child while they went out on a fool’s errand and got themselves killed.
Well, I’m glad.
I’m not bitter—not anymore. Anyone who’s stupid enough to go out there without the ability to defend themselves doesn’t deserve to live. I’ve gotten past the stage of being desperate, sad, and even angry. I’ve just accepted it. They weren’t thinking of me when they died, so I’m not going to waste any more time thinking of them. I’m keeping stoic—at least I have no one left to love. Caring puts you in danger, the ones that live to the end of the film are the ones who have already lost everything and only have themselves to worry about. I already fit that role perfectly.
Now all I need to do is move, but I can’t do it while there’s a huge crowd gathered outside. I knew that noisy outbreak earlier was a mistake. I’m not going to end up dead myself. If I stay calm and focused, finding the perfect moment to go won’t be too difficult. As I wait, I idly switch the radio on, pleased by the familiar sound filling the room. Actually, I can see how easy it was for Dad to get obsessed by listening to it, without it everything is far too tense and quiet.
CHAPTER 5
ETHAN
I’m very nervous out on the streets now. The infected seem far more active and in higher numbers. I keep thinking this must be because we’ve all stopped hiding away and we’re now out in the open, trying to get to the airport. I’m bound to stumble across someone soon, surely—we’re all heading the same way, after all. I hope I do, I would feel a lot more comfortable with someone to watch my back. I keep sporadically spinning around, panicking, certain that I hear noises behind me, even though no one’s there. It’s daft really. If an infected has managed to get that close to me, it’ll kill me. And if it doesn’t, the shock will more than likely finish me off. I’m really not the sort of person who can do well in this sort of stressful situation. In fact, it’s a surprise that I have managed to keep myself hidden and alive for this long.
It is better being out here with a purpose, wandering around aimlessly was actually really hard work. I’ve always lived my life by to-do lists, so having no plan was a real challenge for me. Luckily my destination isn’t too far out of town, so hopefully it shouldn’t take me too much longer to get there. I’m uneasy and eager to meet up with all the remaining survivors—which is unusual, because I’m normally such an introverted person. I have to keep telling myself that being with a big group gives me a much better chance at surviving than being by myself. I can hide amongst others, I can rely on people. I’m not a fighter so there’s no way they’ll make me battle.
I’m trying desperately to ignore the little voice in my head, the sensation in my stomach that’s telling me this is all a
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