Day 1
They're coming.
The sound of countless scrabbling hands rattled the doorway, quickly followed by the audible crack of weakening wood.
Everyone's gone.
Images of my best friend flashed through my mind; his blood seeped black and curdled through the bullet hole in his head. Of course I was the one who put it there. How else did zombie apocalypses play out? Someone always killed their best friend. Someone always lost their family. Someone always drew the shorter end of the stick than everyone else. And who else could that person be but me?
I'm all alone...
The wood cracked again and now the scrabbling came a little faster and harder as if the monsters on the other side sensed their newly heightened chances of reaching fresh meat.
What was the point? I started thinking. Here I was barricaded in on second floor with a horde of undead swarming at the front door. Maybe I should just butter myself up and-- I suddenly realized what I'd been staring at all this time.
Out the window, just ten feet or so below, sat the house's backyard, completely clear of undead and walled off by wooden fencing all around. It was like dying of thirst in front of an oasis!
The words came out almost with relief, "******** this!" After which I forced open the window, put both feet on the ledge...and leaped.
Yeah, ******** this whole apocalypse. It can go screw itself.
And by the way, you can call me Josh.
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In the end, I didn't know if it was God's plan from the beginning or just a twist of fate but I somehow found other people in the middle of it all, only three of us total and all of us hardly knowing anything, yet knowing just enough to save the world.
 shoyou100 · Wed Aug 20, 2008 @ 08:22am · 0 Comments |
