Mrs. Booker

Anthony has a gun. He says he bought it online, with my credit card, just in case. Explains why my card was compromised.

He has a gun, and mom won’t get out of bed. Mom’s sick. She’s like the others.

We think she’ll turn out like Mr. Sauber. But there are worse things.

Mr. Sauber is dead. Dead, but he’s still walking around.

He’s outside, and was trying to get into Kyle’s house. Trying, until Anthony shot him.

He shot Mr. Sauber in the back, and he swore. He kept shooting until Mr. Sauber’s head was nearly unhinged from his neck. He’d blown a hole so deep through it that his head had almost come off.

He’d been aiming for the back of the head. He said sorry. Not because he shot Mr. Sauber. Because he missed the first few times.

Mrs. Booker didn’t call the police. She ran outside, but she didn’t call. She was the only one to run outside. Not even my father came to check what was going on. He didn’t call the police, either. I don’t think. They didn’t come, anyway. No one’s coming to help.

We’re barricaded inside Kyle’s house, all of his stuff is packed up in boxes, and no one is coming to help us.