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.
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