[center][img]https://urcdn.eu/forum/8ebfdaea-490e-476e-aa42-108641342faa.png[/img][/center] [hider='Fit][center][img]https://urcdn.eu/forum/4b1eadd6-c18e-4ef9-92d4-df7d0e199f6e.png[/img][/center][/hider] [hr] "Cancel your trip. I need you to empty your car." Zaneta was startled by her mother's voice. She had been sitting on her phone, lazily propped up on the couch. The TV was playing softly in the background, mentioning some recent round of murders. At first, Zane didn't move, unable to fully process her mother's words. That's when she jumped up, eyebrows furrowed. [color=456593]"What the hell do you mean I can't go on my trip?"[/color] Her face was red, getting redder by the second. No one was going to take this road trip from her, and she wanted to scream at her mom. Her mom's eyes were wild, odd, and almost twitchy. Still, Zelda managed some softness as she spoke. "I don't have time to explain, but I got a call and we need to go." [color=456593]"From who? Who called?"[/color] Zaneta huffed, getting more frustrated. [color=456593]"You know, I'm an adult. I don't have to cancel shit.[/color] Her mom glared at her, putting her hands on her hips. "Zaneta- You just have to trust me on this. I don't have the time to explain." She paused, turning away to walk towards the master bedroom. "I'll explain once we get on the road. Now go unpack your Jeep." Zaney followed Zelda, stomping her boots on the hardwood floor of their Texan home. Her mom was wearing a cowboy hat, and it took everything in her power not to steal it off her head to get her mother's attention. Unfortunately, she was painfully aware of Zelda's new-found spurs on her boots. Instead, she followed her mom into the bedroom, watching as she pulled a duffle bag out from under the bed. [color=456593]"What the fuck is that? What the fuck is happening?"[/color] That was when her mother opened the duffle bag, revealing an array of guns and knives, even a katana. There was a wide variety to choose from, with some weapons as old as the 21st century. Zelda grabbed a sawed-off and then tossed a rolled up sheath of knives to Zane. "I should've taught you how to shoot years ago, but this should do for now." She paused, studying her daughter's clothes. "Put as many of those knives as you can on your body. The rest you should store in your backpack. Now do as I fuckin' asked Zaneta and unpack the damn car, but leave your clothes." The look on her mother's face frightened Zaneta. She simply said [color=456593]"Yes ma'am."[/color] before walking out to the car, trying to understand what was happening. Why was her mother acting so strange? What was she supposed to do with this shit? She looked at the blow-up floaties and the cooler full of beer. She tried to think straight, figuring out what she should keep and what she should toss. Ultimately, she decided on her suitcase of clothes, the food she packed, and the blanket and pillows. That's when she heard a low growl behind her. Turning to the right, she found Mr. Wittaker staring at her with black blood dried to his shirt. He didn't look right, and something about him made Zaneta's neck hair turn up. She rested her hand on the hilt of the big knife she had in her pocket. That's when Wittaker started running towards Zaney, and she brought the knife out. That's when a bullet shot through his head, splattering brains everywhere, including Zaneta's hair. That's what she screamed. "Shut the fuck up, Zaney." She looked back to see Zelda poised with the shot-gun on her hip. She looked like Sarah Connor in the second terminator, which started Zaneta. Where was her mom? "Get in the car. And stop staring at me." She didn't stop staring, not even when they got into the Jeep and began driving towards Oklahoma. [color=456593]"You want to tell me why the [i] fuck [/i] you shot Mr. Wittaker and why the [i] fuck [/i] we're hitting the road?"[/color] Her mother took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel. "I got a call, from an old acquaintance in Chicago, back when I lived there after meeting your father. I always thought this might happen, but I didn't think it would. Hell, he didn't either. At least we hoped." She got a lost look in her eyes, losing her train of thought. [color=456593]"Mom?"[/color] It came out soft and childish. Zelda shook her head. "Right. Sorry." A pause. "We need to get to Chicago. He's far more prepared than I am." [color=456593]"Mom, prepared for what? What the fuck is happening?"[/color] That's when her mom looked over at her. "The apocalypse, dear."