“I don’t think this is such a good idea.” Her voice was drowned out by the engine as the blades spun to life.
“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” I patted her head before taking my place near the open door. The barrel of my gun pointed outward.
The copters gained momentum, and we zoomed over the fence and guard towers, heading straight for zombie territory. I glanced at the horizon and thought about my parents.
“You thought I was crazy,” my dad’s voice said in my head, “but maybe my advice wasn’t so far-fetched after all. Maybe your mother and I have some idea what we’re talking about.”
He usually made it a point to say that after things worked out. But he was right; they did know what was going on. Back in the day, I would have rolled my eyes and walked away. At that moment, I smiled to myself. All along, they were giving me the skills I needed to survive. While they probably never dreamed I’d use them against zombies, the lessons for survival were all the same. And in the end, all that mattered was my parents could send me out into the world and I would be able to survive on my own. They had taught me well.
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