You Must

           Everyone had to convince me that staying wasn't a good idea, and Mr. Hepburns said that Mom and Dad would want me to live, even if it meant leaving home. 

           So Mrs. Hepburns helped me write a bit of a letter to Mom and Dad, putting it in a spot where my parents and I know to look.

It’s not easy, leaving a place after seeing them blink out of existence.  Especially when everything’s going insane like it is. 

But everyone’s agreed that we have to go.  The feeling’s getting stronger almost by the hour, and we’ve been hitting all of our houses for non-perishables.  Apparently Al’s family are also Doomsday preppers, so he actually had, like, a few cases of water.

Only reason why we weren’t in his bunker was because it wasn’t big enough and had far too many guns in it.

He said his family were the wrong kind of doomsday prepper.

So…here we are, getting everything rounded up to go…somewhere.  Wait, Al just told us to stay in.  Sounds like someone's getting murdered out there.  Guess those masked assholes are back.  Guess we'll head out in the morning.  

Laters.