She didn’t know what to do when the phone alert came.
She didn’t know what to do when panic overtook her mind, clouding her logical decisions.
“We are under attack. Lock your doors and bar your windows.”
Scampering off of the couch in something akin to shock, the girl nearly tripped as she flung herself up the steps.
Whimpers and yells of “mom!” ran out of her mouth at fast speeds as she turned the corners and pushed open doors, trying to find her mother.
Suddenly, mid-step, she became aware of the pinging.
It was coming from her phone.
“Let me in.” was being sent to her phone, from hundreds of numbers that weren’t familiar to her.
Releasing a choked gasp, the girl sucked in a deep breath before letting it out with a shudder. Her blue eyes filled with tears that were scrambling out at an alarming speed.
“Mom,” she whimpered before going back to her running, her tree-colored hair clinging to her cheeks by the tears that were continuing to fall.
Multiple more shouts and whimpers fell out of her mouth as she ran, but she got no response.
No one was coming.
Throwing open the last door on the second floor, she choked on the air, hating it’s desolate appearance.
She was truly alone.
Downstairs, the door was pushed off of it’s hinges
Maybe she wasn’t.