I write this sitting
in the kitchen sink. I’m hiding from the world around me. I’ve lost my entire family and I
don’t know if anybody else’s is alive outside of my apartment. At least I have
my dog, Roofus, with me. I think it was a week ago, I’ve lost track of time,
that the world started crashing down. We always learned about the apocalypse,
but it didn’t happen the way they said it would. They said the volcanoes would
all start to erupt, earthquakes happening everywhere and the oceans taking over
continents. What really happened was a disease broke out, nobody knows from
where, and one by one people started dying. The twist to this was that once
some had died they would come back as zombies. Zombies that hungered for human
flesh. Naturally the zombies started killing people, taking the human race down
one by one. This brings us back to why I’m sitting in my sink with Roofus all
alone and scared to leave. If I had another person with me then might say I’m
going crazy, but what’s a girl supposed to do when she’s scared out of her mind
what could happen. How will I find more food? Is there anybody else there like
me just hiding out? These are the questions I write down. I sit and over think
every answer and possibility to these questions. Over thinking is probably the
reason why I’m going insane. So I just sit in my sink; it’s the only place I
feel completely safe. I can see all windows and doors from this position, so I
feel protected. I just sit here and wait for what will happen next. I can feel
the tears running down my cheeks. It is a fine cry- loud
and long- but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of
sorrow.
It seems we all naturally wonder about how we would react in such a cataclysmic situation--such a trend in books and movies these days. You've got the start to a book right here if you were so inclined!
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