The lights at the back of the room flickered, like they always did, on, off, on, off, on, off, on, off, over and over again. It always distracted me.

"Sarah!" the teacher yelled, "What's the answer to the question?"

"Sorry, what?" I replied, confused.

"What's the answer to the question? Where you even paying attention?"

I stared at the worksheet in front of me. Which question was I supposed to answer?

"George Washington." I answered, choosing a question a random.

"Wrong!" the teacher exclaimed, before turning around "fucking retard." she mumbled.

"What did you say to me?" I demanded, standing up.

"Sit down."

"No, what did you say to me!" I yelled.

"I said fucking retard" she yelled as loud as she could without other classrooms hearing it, "Now sit down!"

I reluctantly sunk back into my seat, knowing that if I made a fuss I would get beaten. My friend Mia looked at me with a knowing glance, she was always there for me, for comfort, for friendship.

"All teacher's please make your way to the head office; all students make your way to your dorms." The P.A. system blared.

"You heard it, move!" the teacher growled before leaving us.

As I made my way into my dorm my phone pinged, nobody knew I had one as they weren't allowed. My dad had sent me a text "Sarah, get home NOW!" I knew that if he was talking to me, he was serious, he didn't want anything to do with me besides turning me into a doomsday prepper like him.

I opened my window just a Mia came in. I looked worried for a moment before she made a quiet signal with her finger and told me to go. As I ran past the greenhouse, I heard a scream from the direction of the main building. I climbed over the fence and ran home, past the train station and the highway, as fast as I could.

Just as I came to my driveway, I saw someone, they looked to be drunk, just wandering around by the front gate.

"Hey asshole move it!" I yelled as I walked closer.

They looked at me and I became horrified, their skin was a greenish grey and their eyes were milking white, they stumbled towards me with a limp on one foot and arms outstretched.

"Stay away from me." I yelled louder as I got into a fighting stance I had been taught.

As it got closer, I kicked it, a good hard one to the chest, perfect form, just like I'd been taught. It didn't even seem to be phased by it and kept moving towards me. It came closer and fell on me pinning me to the ground. I used my arm to protect my face, and it bit me, straight into my skin. I grunted loudly in pain and punched it in the face, before giving it a few more good kicks to the head. I store at my arm, the bite mark was bleeding, I need some bandages.

"Dad? Are you there?" I asked into the intercom, "Dad, you there?"

There wasn't a reply, but I still needed to get inside. I painfully climbed over the fence, my arm feeling like it was on fire while being pulled out of the socket.

"Dad, you there?" I yelled towards the house.

I felt a pit form inside my stomach as I walked inside. The furniture was in shambles, tossed all over the place and a trail of blood lead to the basement.

"Mum? Dad?" I called out as I cautiously walked down the stairs, listening for any sound at all.

When I got to the bottom the pit grew bigger as I saw the bunker door was open. My parents would never open it without closing it immediately afterwards, so something was up. I peered inside, hoping against hope to find something, anything, but I did. I saw three of those things, tied to chairs in the middle of the bunker, yet there was something familiar about them. I focused, how were they familiar, then it hit me. They were my family.

Tears forced themselves from my eyes. I crumpled to the floor, a sulking mess, as three things that were my family reach out to try and bite me. I lay there for what felt like hours before finally composing myself and standing up.

Looking around I saw what this was, a bunker, and as a bunker it was stocked to the brim. I ran 'the list' through my head, what to do in a survival situation.

"First, find water." I told myself out loud.

I grabbed a large backpack and placed two 2L bottles of water in them.

"Second, arm yourself."

I grabbed one of the hunting rifles and held it in my hands. It was heavy no doubt, but it would pack a punch. I took it apart and packed it into its case, barrel, receiver, stock, mag, scope and suppressor. I now needed a smaller gun. I looked around the shelf, before choosing a standard Glock.

"Third, you need food." I reassured myself.

I packed a few cans of food and a couple of MREs alongside them. If I rationed, I could make this last a month. I also grabbed my medication, antidepressants.

"Fourth, find direction."

I grabbed a couple of maps, one of the whole country and a few of more localised areas.

"Finally, find shelter."

I wasn't going to find it here, to much. Where was I going to go? I looked behind me, at my family, now monsters. As I looked a tear rolled down my cheek, I held my pistol in my hand, and screwed on a suppressor. Three shots, and movement stopped. Another tear rolled down my cheek as I holstered my pistoled and closed the bunker.

As I got to the end of the driveway, I realised something, my parents wish had come true. They always wished for the end of the world, for hell on earth, and now, their wish came true.