Page One
March 10th 2022
4:22pm
It’s been about a week now since the end of the world.
I think.
Hard to keep track of when everyone started eating each other. All I remember is that things went downhill when some weird virus transferred from deer to people.
Had the whole she-bang of news coverage, mass purging of venison and deer in general. It was a hard watch on the news. I mostly tuned out and just stayed at home.
Everything was all peachy-keen, fine ’n dandy until a couple people broke into my house days later. And now here I am.
Found this cute barely pink school notebook while rummaging through a shelf.
The new house I was temporarily staying in got invaded early this morning. There were too many of them. I grabbed what I could and ran.
I snatched up my phone, practically glued it to my hand. I thought about texting someone and didn’t like who my brain picked first.
Not that it matters. They’re not around anymore, and even if they were, phones don’t work so I can’t call anyone.
My item checklist
Water. Snacks. Candles and a lighter. Bandages.
Plushies. Stickers. Pink Hello Kitty throw blanket.
I remember standing there for a hot minute, questioning whether I really needed stuffed animals and cartoon merch. Well, the answer was yes.
I may be an adult, but I’m also an unapologetic child. I don’t plan on pretending otherwise when the world is literally dying.
And it’s not like anyone is going to take time out of their day, busy trying not to be eaten alive, to tell me I’m a cringe woman-child.
Besides, a lot of this stuff was gifts from my grandparents. I need something that proves my life didn’t start off insane and I like remembering my grandmother.
These are non-negotiable survival priorities. Sue me. You won’t.
But anyway, I barely got out.
A dead person grabbed me while I was trying to leave. I panicked and jumped straight through the living room window instead of using a door like a rational human being.
In hindsight, I realize that was pretty dumb, but at the same time, I was being chased by demented weirdos trying to help me remove all the pesky skin from my arms.
After that, just glass everywhere. I’m actually still finding little shards here and there in my clothes. If I find enough pieces, I might finish my first jigsaw puzzle.
Pretty sure there’s some in my hair too. Or… was. I tried to get all of it out, won the free prize of surprise cuts but a lack of bandaids. I’ll mark that down on my shopping list.
So, I ran until my lungs felt like stage four cancer and hid behind a hedge.
I don’t remember how long I stayed there. Long enough?
But once things looked clear and I wasn’t busy having a heart attack, I climbed a fence and ended up in what is clearly an auto shop. It smells like oil and blood in here.
I’m no detective, but it probably has to do with all the puddles of blood everywhere.
I kept telling myself it’s just tomato juice.
It didn’t work.
At all.
I locked myself in the bathroom first and picked all the remaining glass I could find on my body. Used rags I found under the sink to clean up. I’m still finding tiny cuts I didn’t notice earlier as well. Everything stings, but I think I’m okay?
I searched the place after and found an old green poncho and put it on because my pink shirt and white mini skirt look like they went through a blender.
Honestly, probably a poor fashion choice on my part. But hey, I’ll live. We love breathing and existing here. I think I can rock the aesthetic of a heavily used scratching post.
On the bright side, I found some batteries, a flashlight, towels, a screwdriver, and a pack of bandages. The exact things I needed.
I got too scared to close the big garage door by the entrance. Loud feels dangerous, especially since the dead people have insane hearing.
Back at the previous house, all I did was step on a comically squeaky floorboard and the flood gates opened.
So, I checked outside instead.
And of course, two deadies were wandering in the street. They didn’t notice me, thank god. Shoutout to my boy Jesus. He’s putting in work looking out for me today, even if it’s shoddy at best.
A white van was in the parking lot. Unlocked. Didn’t find much inside, no free candy or hidden bags of weed in the glove box. Just some string and rubber bands, a pair of torn black leather gloves. Ones with that weird fringe on them.
I took them anyway, maybe one day I’ll find and use a motorcycle to join a biker gang, you never know. I’ll have enough string now to make some ‘I survived the zombie apocalypse’ friendship bracelets for my future biker pals.
After that, I eventually made it to the back of the shop that opens up into a hall, which then leads to another door. Then bam. Gas station / Convenience store. Very convenient indeed.
The shelves were mostly untouched, snacks littered all over the place. Y’know, chips, candy, soda, etc.
I think I almost cried. Not from fear of all the dead people prowling the streets or anything. Just… food. I like not starving to death.
I’m staying here for now. It’s relatively safe. Plus, how can I pass up all the free junk food?
6:35 pm
I hear noises outside.
I feel like I heard my mother calling for me. But, that can’t be possible. She’s not… here. I’m pretty sure her and dad aren’t breathing anymore.
Yeah, I’m staying in this auto shop office room.
There’s a couch here, some chairs, and a water bubbler that still works. I have enough junk food and water to last me at least a month if I don’t inhale everything within a week.
I also found alcohol. If I wasn’t trying to survive the 10th circle of hell that’s brewing outside, I’d probably be getting high ’n fucko’d right now. Dopamine is a hot commodity right now.
I got myself some reading material. Grabbed a dozen or so magazines from the racks in the store earlier. Figured I might as well learn something. It’s not like I can browse Youtube for lifehacks and DIY survival tips.
The only thing my phone is good for now is music and the time.
Though, the best thing I got here is some packs of Pokemon cards. I haven’t opened them all yet, but the second pack I opened a few minutes ago has landed me an Articuno. Hell yeah!
Not quite sure why a convenience store would be selling these, but I’m not complaining! Especially when they’re free in these trying times.
Even with the world ending, I’m going to be the very best, like no one ever could be. I’ll have the best collection the apocalypse has ever seen!
I’m going to try to keep track of things.
What happens, where I go, the horrible atrocities I witness or fall victim to. Y’know, just standard girly things. It’ll keep me a bit sane. Right?
I keep telling myself that, but then I’m remembering that I will need to leave this place sooner or later.
I’m just so excited.
Truly.
8:18pm
Something metal fell to the floor.
And now I hear the chorus of the damned from behind my door.
Fantastic.
Must be thursday!
