It happened to suddenly and fiercely that Billy had no way of preparing for it. Soldiers stormed into his house, mostly through the windows, and grabbed his mom and dad.
"Let go of me, you fucking zombies!" his mom yelled, as the soldiers dragged both her and her husband away.
While most of soldiers made a sweep of the house, Billy was kept in the kitchen. One of the soldiers unplugged the radio and smashed it on the floor. Then he stomped on it, just for good measure.
The soldier then stood still, like he was listening to something, then he took off his helmet. He nodded to the other two soldiers in the room and they took off their helmets too.
He sat down at the table, next to Billy. "Are you okay, kid?" The soldier had graying hair, but looked to be about 40.
"I'm okay. What happened to my mom and dad?"
"They're converted now. And if we didn't come in here when we did, you might have suffered the same fate."
"What did they convert into?"
"Goths."
"Goths?"
"That's right."
"You mean like dress in black, tattoos and piercings, listen to heavy metal music Goths?" Billy asked.
"Yeah."
"What's gonna happen to them?" Billy asked, looking out the shattered window.
"They're going into isolation."
"Will I ever see them again?"
"Sorry, kid. It doesn't look so good."
Billy looked like he was going to cry.
"Don't cry, kid. At least you're okay."
