I started to cry as I watched her eyes close. I shook her, but she didn't move.
"Mum... mum... !" I shouted for her to open her eyes.
Tim came closer. He put his hand on her neck and then on her wrist. He got closer to her face too. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to see if she had a pulse.
"Has she..." I couldn't bring myself to ask him the dreaded question.
"Yes." He said sadly, knowing what I meant.
I screamed and put my head on my mum's lap letting my tears fall.
"I'm sorry Lydia, but I think you should move away from her just in case."
I looked up at him not understanding what he meant until I saw my dad appear behind him. That's when I screamed and shouted. I tried to warn Tim, but I couldn't speak when I saw my dad's vicious expression on his face.
"Tim!" I managed to shout.
He turned quickly as my dad grabbed him. My dad's pale face had said it all. He was trying to bite Tim. He had turned into one of those mad biters.
Tim got hold of him and hit my dad's head repeatedly until he fell over and then, Tim, with all his strength, shoved the stick he was holding through my dad's eye. Now, he was truly dead.
The minute that happened, my mum sat up and tried to bite me, but Tim saw what was happening and quickly rammed his other stick through her skull. Blood squirted out at me. I screamed hysterically and cried loudly at the sight of my mum's blood. I couldn't believe what had just happened to my parents. I felt bile rise up to my mouth and then I threw up everywhere.
I watched as Tim tried to pull his stick from her head, but it just snapped in half. I couldn't bear it, so I ran out of the room.
7. Tim Spark’s - Joe the Axe Man
We packed up as many things as possible to take with us. I watched Lydia carefully as she helped out. She was going to drive her parents caravan and follow me to my brother's place. It wouldn't take long to get there. Of course, Lydia looked worn out already. She had been through a lot; watching her parents die like that couldn't have been easy.
I, also, felt worn out, but that's because I was drinking far too much at the moment, but I felt it helped me to cope. I couldn't get accustomed to this way of life that had been put upon us so suddenly. I knew that one day, I might get stuck. Until then, I would continue to have it and when the time came for alcohol to be non-existent, then I would stop.
Of course, I was sure that there were still plenty of shops where my brother, Joe, lived if they hadn't been broken into already. On our way to Maidstone, we had seen a lot of looting going on. Shop windows had been smashed; people were now taking what they wanted. It was chaos.
I had a feeling, at some point there would be no alcohol left. How would I survive without it? I'd been drinking for so long that I didn't know how to live without it anymore. For now I had plenty. I had found six cases of red wine in Lydia's parent's home. It was now safely packed away in the back of my van. It would last for ages, because I would now have to be careful that I didn't over drink. I needed to pace it out and make it last, just in case I couldn't get anymore for a long time.
Lydia packed up the caravan with food, bottles of water, blankets and all the equipment she needed for the caravan.
"Are you ready to leave Lydia?" I called out to her.
"Yes. I'm ready." She said as she looked up at her parents house one more time.
"Come on then. Better go." I said with a slight smile, but Lydia hadn't even looked over at me.
Lydia followed me as I drove towards Broadstairs. That's where Joe lived in a bungalow. My sister, Ellie, lived around the corner in a house with her husband. They had one son who was 12 years old and a daughter who was 14. I hoped that they would all be okay. I knew it would be hard for me if my family turned into one of those biters just as Lydia's had. But I was ready for it. Whatever turned up, I knew that I would deal with it by drinking more red wine, which was the only way I could deal with it at present. Sad, I know, but what could I do at this stage. No one would be around to help me come off the stuff now. Not in this world or in the future. I would just have to be careful from now on and cut down.
We arrived at Joe's bungalow. I parked my van on his driveway and Lydia parked the big caravan in front of the bungalow. The caravan would come in handy. It was big enough to hold at least 10 people if needed.
"It's very quiet here Tim. Is that normal around here? Or do you think something might be up? I mean, I haven't seen any biters around this way." She stated.
"I'm not sure. Let's go in and have a look." I still had a key so I knew it would be better to let myself in just in case.
"Joe." I called for my brother whilst we stood in the hallway.
"Tim? Is
