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Weekly Four, Just the Intro
The house I was staying in was an eerie sort of silence. The night was falling over the small town I was in, and I could hear zombie noises coming outside. I wasn’t worried though, as I had barricaded the house enough they wouldn’t be able to get in, and even if they did, I had my weapons. Grabbing a can of tomato soup, I downed it like it was a Mnt. Dew. I sighed after finishing the cold and lonely meal, reaching for my journal in the light of my lantern. I had always kept a journal, always willing to document my life. However, I only had time to grab one from my house before I left. I could have grabbed an old one, but I didn’t. Those happy memories were gone, filled with the shallow remains of my new life. Instead, I had an empty notebook, empty minus the few pages I had written in, documenting my new life out in the ruins of the apocalypse. As I was flipping to an empty page, the first entry caught my attention. I pushed a strand of my black hair out of my face, reading it.
Day 1
Here I am, alone. Alone in a world full of former humans, who want nothing but my blood. Today was an eventful day. I went to school like normal, despite the CDC’s warnings of a potential disease that could be spreading. Around mid-day, things went sour. An alarm went off at lunch. A public service announcement popped up on the screen. “WARNING! ZOMBIE VIRUS DETECTED! BARRICADE YOURSELF IN YOUR HOMES AND WAIT FOR FUTURE INSTRUCTION. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!”
Kids panicked, and I rushed home, only to find my neighborhood already hit by the zombies, including my house and my parents. Luckily the zombies had moved on to find someone else to attack, so I had a moment to pack some stuff. I grabbed an empty backpack, putting a blanket, some canned goods, some bottled water, this empty journal, a few writing utensils, a picture of my family, and a flashlight. I also grabbed the family gun and a knife. Then I ran for my life. Eventually, I found a small house in the middle of nowhere, whose owners looked as though they had evacuated in a rush. I barricaded myself inside, beginning my first day alone surviving a zombie apocalypse.
Author Notes: TW for Guns, Weapons, hints to death, not sure how much applies to the intro, but putting it anyway
The house I was staying in was an eerie sort of silence. The night was falling over the small town I was in, and I could hear zombie noises coming outside. I wasn’t worried though, as I had barricaded the house enough they wouldn’t be able to get in, and even if they did, I had my weapons. Grabbing a can of tomato soup, I downed it like it was a Mnt. Dew. I sighed after finishing the cold and lonely meal, reaching for my journal in the light of my lantern. I had always kept a journal, always willing to document my life. However, I only had time to grab one from my house before I left. I could have grabbed an old one, but I didn’t. Those happy memories were gone, filled with the shallow remains of my new life. Instead, I had an empty notebook, empty minus the few pages I had written in, documenting my new life out in the ruins of the apocalypse. As I was flipping to an empty page, the first entry caught my attention. I pushed a strand of my black hair out of my face, reading it.
Day 1
Here I am, alone. Alone in a world full of former humans, who want nothing but my blood. Today was an eventful day. I went to school like normal, despite the CDC’s warnings of a potential disease that could be spreading. Around mid-day, things went sour. An alarm went off at lunch. A public service announcement popped up on the screen. “WARNING! ZOMBIE VIRUS DETECTED! BARRICADE YOURSELF IN YOUR HOMES AND WAIT FOR FUTURE INSTRUCTION. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!”
Kids panicked, and I rushed home, only to find my neighborhood already hit by the zombies, including my house and my parents. Luckily the zombies had moved on to find someone else to attack, so I had a moment to pack some stuff. I grabbed an empty backpack, putting a blanket, some canned goods, some bottled water, this empty journal, a few writing utensils, a picture of my family, and a flashlight. I also grabbed the family gun and a knife. Then I ran for my life. Eventually, I found a small house in the middle of nowhere, whose owners looked as though they had evacuated in a rush. I barricaded myself inside, beginning my first day alone surviving a zombie apocalypse.