We had to keep moving

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Yesterday when I bought these boots, I never thought I'd be traipsing through the mud with them. I never thought I'd be carrying my little brother in my arms, my sister's hand clasped in mine either. I had a knapsack on my back, all the things I thought we could use in them. A bit of bread, some cheese, a first aid kit and a needle and two spools of thread. My sister carried a blanket and pillow in one arm, her own knapsack full of sheets, some water, and our brother's favorite teddy. Our parents were nowhere to be found. I didn't have time to think about why. All I knew is we had to keep walking. Up the hill, through the woods, down the slope that took us into the village and maybe from there we could find more things to take with us. Bridget was hoping we could find her friends there too, but I knew that we couldn't risk trusting anyone but ourselves. The infection was spreading, people were becoming shadows of themselves. I'd seen for myself what happens when these changed people touched anyone. Just one simple touch and the virus spread. Nicholas stirred in my arms, his little eyes opening and taking in his surroundings. He'd been asleep when I put him in his coat, put on his little boots and picked him up. "FiFi, where's mama?" The question broke my heart, leaving me yearning for her strong arms myself. Now she was.. Well, I hope she was at peace. Papa was stupid for following her, but I couldn't blame him either. He witnessed the love of his life convulse, spittle coming from her mouth before her eyes opened, strange and unseeing. We had to keep moving. This was a dream! Kind of walking dead esque, isn't it?