Those Left Behind

Thrown out of sleep was how it all began for Ollie Davis. Incoherent calls from dark shadows in the night. Adjusting to the light, Ollie's eyes could barely make out the features of his mother's concerned, worried face. "What's going on" Ollie said sleepily. "Ill explain on the way", a panicked voice called back. "Right now, you have to get up, get your sister and get downstairs". Ollie was starting to regain his senses. Something was wrong.

Jumping out of bed, Ollie pulled on a pair of slim dark blue jeans, and a light grey shirt. Grabbing his phone, he ran to his sister's room.