When I woke up on that Friday, the sun wasn't even up yet. This was normal for me, of course. I rolled onto the floor as I usually had, the cold of the floorboards instantly ripping the warmth from my body.
With a shiver, I crawled into my bathroom quickly before pulling myself up and flicking the worn switch. The florescent light flickers on, it having trouble waking from slumber as well. I stare at my exhausted reflection, raking blonde hair out of my face. A few encouraging taps on my cheeks and my reflection grinned radiantly back at me. My mirrored image waves a returned farewell before I open up the medicine cabinet, grabbing a jar and effortlessly twisting it's large top off. I peered inside before letting out a disgruntled groan. There was only enough gel for one more day for my hair up. I distinctly remember telling myself to put that on the shopping list at the time, but I never got that styling gel.
After making quick work of styling my hair, the bright eyed reflection offered an approving smile and a thumbs up before I slipped two dark green barrettes into the right side of my hair. Romping out of the ridiculously clean bathroom, I quickly tossed on a shirt and stylishly ripped jeans and jammed on a pair of shoes.
My younger sister screeched at me through the door while pounding on it. I opened it out into the hallway and bopped her in the face. Before she had even gotten the chance to let out a cry to demand punishment that she wouldn't have gotten, I was out the door with my bag along with grub for the road.
At school I met my circle of friends behind the bleachers, snagging a cigarette from the newest of our group. He was a new kid, already an outcast before he even walked through the doors. We were good to him and gave him a place to stay, a sweet little sophomore like him would have been eaten alive if he was on his own. Our group weren't criminals, the worst thing we do is smoke every now and again or break a minor school policy. We made sure that we helped each other out, because no one else would. Me and the circle leader were seniors, the rest were mainly juniors. The school day was a blur for me, I had been excited for the football game. Just because we didn't trust other clics and the staff didn't mean our group didn't support extracurricular activities. The atmosphere was always exciting, how couldn't it be?
I will never forget what happened at that game, nor would I be forgiven for what I had done that night. I had to bring my sister, before we left I had to nag her to bring a sweater. I was probably setting a bad example by not bringing something warm myself, it would explain that dirty look I got when we practically glided over there on a two pairs of roller blades. I was greeted by my friends at the entrance before it started, and we sat close to the exit. Half way through that game the Raccoon Sharks were losing by a long shot. I had looked over to Jerry, our leader. He looked like he was about to slaughter everyone in the stadium. It was a look I knew wasn't right. One of the kids from the hardcore gaming group had accidentally spilled a soda all onto Jerry. After that, he didn't hesitate to start wailing on the guy. It quickly turned into a riot, everyone seeming to want to kill each other. I grabbed my sister and slipped through the bleachers.
While both of us were strapping on our roller blades, I looked at Holly and told her, "You have to promise me that you will do whatever I say, no matter what. If I tell you to hide, or run even if it means leaving me behind you're going to do it. You know about all the attacks and disappearances in the news? This might have something to do with that." She gave me a skeptical look, her middle school logic telling her that her sister had lost her mind. But she promised me anyway, seeming happy that I had shown any form of affection. We pushed off and begin to gain momentum, Holly pulls her goggles over her eyes and grinned. Her short, choppy hair whipped around in the wind.
Neither of us bothered to unbuckle our roller blades as we cram ourselves through the door. I quickly crawled up the polished wooden stairs into our dad's office. I shoved my shoes back on while I caught my breath for a few moments. Pushing the folding door to the closet open, I yanked all the junk camouflaging the miniature safe. I enter the combination hastily and almost ripped it open as it gave an unlocking clank. I grabbed the pistol and inspected it closely before remembering to flip off it's safety lock. Checking the clip to make sure all that it was fully loaded, I grabbed all the extra bullets along with the attachment pouch that hooked belts.
The frightened cry of my sister had me jolt down the stairs and into the living room. Holly tried to kick her attacker off, her hands pushing on their forehead forcefully. I easily pulled the boy off of her, putting the gun to his head and pulling the trigger. My sister gaped at me in horror, her dark eyes were large with fear. Her whole body shook from trauma, unable to control her whimpers. At first I wondered how I could have murdered someone, even if they had tried to hurt Holly. But I didn't know yet, though I had a sneaking suspicion...
"Did he try to bite you, Holly?" I had asked, doing my best to take the reigns on the situation while have wondered if I was dreaming. She shook her head quickly, almost tripping when she tried to pull herself up with the help of my grip on her hand.
"Cidney, we need to call Dad! Or the police, someone who can help us!" Holly demanded, her hands clinging to mind with hopeless dependence. I snarled at her for calling me by my birth name, she always did that to annoy me.
"How many times do I have to tell you to not call me that? We don't need anyone to help us, and we can't stay here either. We need to get somewhere safe, probably outside Raccoon City. We can't risk bringing any food or pack anything. I don't thing driving will be an option either." And before she could have said anything to object, I grabbed a beanie cap and shoved it into my back pocket. Unclipping the barrettes from my hair as I stalked into the bathroom and handed a can of hairspray along with a lighter to Holly.
"I'm not sure what's going to happen, but just in case we've got a home made flame thrower. Don't drop either of them for the life of you, got it?" I said to her before I slipped out of the back door into the lush yard. I shoved the partially down my pants as I hopped over the chain link fence, my sister quickly followed suit.
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