I stared out the bus window as I watched buildings and people pass me by, I imagined in my head peacefully resting on my pillow not being bothered by anyone.
I was pulled out of my daze too be met with the sound of sirens and panics from nearby bystanders, cops and ambulance cars outside of Wary Watchers Restaurant, I squinted my eyes too get a better look at what had been happening. The windows had been busted and dried blood painted the sharp edges of broken glass,
I gasped with horror too see a man being put on a stretcher, he had bite marks on his left arm and neck. He was still awake from what I could tell, the horror flushed his face grey,
just then he had seemingly looked my way. As if too tell me a warning, a warning too be careful, the bus pulled away and the skies had seemed too become blue and full of life again.
I looked away as I crunched my eyebrows together, we'd come to a full stop as my dads face came into view. I mindlessly got up as I walked too the door of the bus,
The sun flashing me on the way out. My dads smile slowly faded his head tilted slightly, "what's wrong kiddo?" He said stepping an inch closer. I sighed and looked up at him,
"If it's some kids at school or—" I shook my head fast and grabbed his hand. "Well I saw a man who by the looks of it was brutally attacked by god knows who— maybe some maniac." I looked around the sense of paranoia creeping up on me,
He nodded thoughtfully and squeezed my hand. "Yeah, that happens. There's always gonna be someone whose lost their mind, and that's why you have too be mindful of where you go and who your with."
He lightly nudged me, I looked ahead at the cracked side walk. "Dad, kids today were talking about a fungus. Making people go crazy. Like mad cow, is it true? Could that person that attack that man had the fungus?" I looked at him, searching for an answer.
He sighed as we walked onto the driveway of the house,
"Kids your age will make up anything, but by the looks of it ... I'm not so sure." He pulled out the keys too the door unlocking it gently,
I looked behind me before entering the house, that feeling of paranoia still there.
Once I stepped inside I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, I had wanted too say something too my dad but I couldn't. I didn't know what to say. Instead I felt uneasy if I did ask another question, it had been a long day and I didn't want to bother him with any more of my questions.
"go ahead and get ready for dinner, we'll talk more later." He spoke lightly,
I nodded as I took off my shoes and headed upstairs.

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The Linestein Project
Mystery / ThrillerNews of a deadly zombie outbreak had soon spread, leaving 16 year old Dakota Walters and her father Johnathan Walters at jeopardy. Will they both be able to survive?