Chapter 2: Aliens

Aliens, that’s what they were. Having a greenish tint to their skin, I could tell that they just turned.

 Of course, it was my parents. Mom and Dad were aliens, and I was barely accepting it. Ariana was freaking out and Miles had a blank stare on his face. I was pretty sure I was the only one breathing. My parents are aliens, my parents are aliens, my parents are aliens. But are aliens sometimes nice? These ones aren’t. Maybe, just maybe, there’s nice ones out there. Well, for one, I hope that Mom and Dad are the only aliens out there. I knew I was just kidding myself. If Mom and Dad were aliens, there could be over a billion out there! And maybe there’s other colors, too! Mom and Dad are green, but maybe there’s blue, yellow, or even red!
Okay, Jersey, focus. You need to focus. Who cares about alien colors right now?! Your parents are attacking their own truck, with their own kids in it! Ariana pulled out her inhaler once more and Miles was still just sitting there with a blank stare on his face. “Hello?” I asked, unsure of what was happening around me. Did I really just see a cow turn blue? No, no, of course not. I rubbed my eyes fast, but there was now all different colors of cows. Red ones, blue ones,

green ones, even yellow! The horses and everything else that was living was changing. That was, besides the plants. Ariana started hyperventilating. Miles finally snapped out of his trance and looked at my dead in the eye, like a hunter and his target. Then, at Ariana. In fact, we both looked at Ariana. She had so many surgeries when she was a baby, she was born premature. Three months early, to be exact. Now, she was loads better but still had trouble breathing.
We needed to think of something, and fast, too. Mom chipped the windshield and Dad started on the doors, eating the medal handle. That’s when I remembered the gun in the box. But how could I shoot my parents? Wait. These weren’t my parents, anymore. “Miles,” I whispered, “the gun, in the box. I think we need to use it.” He looked at me quickly and nodded. Ariana didn’t hear a thing, and that’s how it was supposed to be. I put my hand around her eyes to shield the scene. Then, with my free hand, attempted covering both of her ears. It didn’t work too well, so she helped. Taking the gun out of the box very quickly and safely, Miles opened the small window and found a latch. Opening the box’s cover, he pulled out Dad’s rifle. I nodded and he shut everything and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he opened his door. “Miles…? Jersey…?” Ariana announced. I moved my fingers to signal that I was there. She nodded and then Miles shot his first bullet. It hit Dad square in the heart. Or, at least, where his heart used to be. “Double tap,” I said, “from Zombieland. Remember?”

Miles nodded and shot Dad for the second time. Mom obviously sensed something and ran over to the open door. Miles shot her twice.
They were sprawled out across the gravel. Miles looked at me and I uncovered Ariana’s eyes and ears. She looked at me and then at Miles. “Is it safe?” she asked quietly. Miles and I nodded. First, Miles got out, followed by Ariana and I.
As soon as Ariana noticed Mom and Dad, she fainted. Literally. I picked her up, with the help of Miles. We both carried her into the house. Putting her on the couch, I grabbed a notebook afterwards. Miles tossed me a pen, a natural basketball player, he was. “We need supplies, we can’t stay here, Miles. I’ll write a note to Ariana, just in case she wakes up. Okay?” I said.
“Okay,” he agreed. I started writing on the notebook paper.

Miles nodded and we set off to go look for the things we needed to survive with, alone.

Chapter 1: Two Creatures

"Would you wake up?" my sister, Ariana, shouted as she shook me for the thousandth time. I rolled over on my side, not trying to be bothered by her impatient self. Shaking me again, I grasped her arm. "Ow!" Ariana screeched. She held her arm and stomped out the door, jerking it shut. I took the pillow off of my sweaty face and threw the covers off of myself. Getting up, I looked at my green alarm clock. 5:34 AM, it read. It was a Saturday, and my sister wakes me up this early?! I sniffed the circulating air. Pancakes, yuck. It was a summer day and it was hot and sticky, as always. I took a peek out my window and almost fell backward. The light was so bright and strong. I know I have been indoors for the past two days, but it was definitely not normal for it to be this bright.
I swapped my boxers and cami for an old pair of worn jeans and another cami like the one I was sleeping in. On top of the cami, I added a checkered blouse (not a fancy one, though). I walked across my wood floor and over to the door. Opening it, I checked if Ariana was in her room, across the hall. She wasn't, so I went to the steps leading downstairs. Sitting on top of the railing, I slid down. "Jersey! I told you to stop doing that," Mom warned for the thirteenth time.
"Sorry, Mom," I commented. She nodded and pointed to the kitchen where my brother, Miles, Ariana, and Dad were sitting down at the table. They were waiting for Mom and I, I thought to myself. I walked into the kitchen and plumped down on the chair between Miles and Dad. "So," Dad said, "who has what today? Jersey, you're going outside this time." He was talking about the farm chores. For the past two days, all of us kids got to relax because we just got off of school. Meanwhile, Dad and Mom did all of the chores. "I call...Um...Oh! I call milking the cows," Ariana excitedly mentioned.
"I got the fields," Miles said.
"I guess I get to muck out the horse stalls," I whispered. I loved horses, don't get me wrong, but cleaning their stalls was not the most fun job in the world. I guess neither was milking the cows or plowing the fields, though.
Walking outside, the screen door flew backward. I turned around and noticed it was just Ariana. "What?" she asked. I shook my head and walked toward the stalls. Opening the barn doors, I looked at the horses in their stalls. One, two, three, four, uh-oh. Of course, one of the horses escaped. And, of course, it was my horse, the one we just got from the wild. I didn't name him yet, yes him, but he sure was a beauty. With his multicolored mane and tail, his body was a shade of silver. He was still young, but he sure knew how to run and jump, that's for sure.
I walked out of the barn and towards the house. Knocking over the rocking chair sitting on the porch, I picked it up and walked inside. "Dad?" I shouted. "Mom?" There was no answer. Walking back outside, I called their names again. Not a sound. Of course, I still saw Miles on the plow and Ariana filling buckets of milk, but there was no sign of Mom and Dad. Both trucks were still in the driveway and all of the semis were there, too. I ran over to Ariana and the cows. "Do you know where Mom and Dad are?" I asked her. When she looked up at me, her eyes were glowing. Not in a mysterious way, either. It was like she was about to cry. "No, but I'll help you look," she answered. I nodded and took her arm. Running, we stopped Miles as he was just finishing. I mouthed 'Mom and Dad are missing', but he had no idea what I was trying to say. Shutting off the plow, he asked, "What?"
"Mom and Dad are missing." All three of us, Miles, Ariana, and I, made our way into the house. Miles picked up the phone but it was disconnected. It was just fine before we did our chores, I thought. We looked at each other. Where were our parents?
Ariana started pacing back and forth. "Relax, Ariana, I'm sure they're fine," I said, not believing a word. She stuck her hand in her pocket and whipped out her inhaler. Using it, she stopped pacing. She looked at Miles and I. We were both sitting on the couch. We've all been alone before, even by ourselves without each other, but never without knowing where Mom and Dad were. They could just be out at the store, I tried reassuring myself, I knew it wasn't working, though. Or, they could be dead. I decided to stop thinking about negatives and positives. "I have an idea! Why don't we just go look for them? Like, go to town?" I exclaimed.
"Mom and Dad would never allow us to do that," Ariana said.
"Mom and Dad aren't here, stupid," Miles argued. I looked at Ariana and then at Miles. Getting up, I motioned for them to both follow me. I stumbled out the door and got in one of Dad's trucks. Miles and Ariana trailed behind. Getting in the drivers seat, Miles hopped in. He was seventeen, I was twelve, and Ariana was eight. Nothing could go wrong...But, of course, something did. Coming out from behind a couple bushes, two interesting creatures sprung upwards.
They started scratching up against the truck. "Miles," I whispered, "roll up your window. Quick!" He did so, and just in time, too. One of the two creatures whacked his hand on the glass window. Ariana started freaking out again, and this time, Miles and I did, too. The faces on the two creatures looked vaguely familiar. But, why? It couldn't be Mom and Dad, could it? No, of course not. At least, I hoped not.