The Apocalypse

                I woke up with the smell of vomit still lingering in my nose. Where am I? The room was small… Very small; But it had four single beds jammed into it, the sides of each bed touching. It made it look like one big bed. A little cardboard box sat at the bottom of each bed. In some of the boxes there were clothes, in others, personal belongings. What would be in mine?  I remember being put in a van, throwing up and then passing out. But in the midst of it all I hadn't brought anything of my own... Not that I really could, I was practically kidnapped.

                A wave of homesickness over took me. I realised I didn't even get to say goodbye to my parents. They were gone out to a dinner meeting when I had gotten home from school, and they weren't there when I got home. My eyes started to get all watery. I decided I needed to distract myself from any thoughts of home, so I decided to explore. I climbed of the bed and went to my box. To my surprise there were two of my least expensive outfits. One pair of grey jogging pants and a black spaghetti strap shirt, and bright red skinny jeans and a black T with red hearts. And there were a few random books and a mini bible.

                 I picked up the bible and flipped to the first page. There was my Grandmother's handwriting, saying that this bible was given to my Mother on her first Communion. Where in the world would they have gotten this? The door creaked open just a crack and I heard quiet arguing in the hall. I quietly walked towards the door and peer out the crack. There was a lady that looked like she was in her late fifties; she had on a light beige nightgown that pooled around her feet. It looked like it might have been a light pink once, but has faded with use.

                 Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, her raven black hair streaked with grey.  She was talking to a young boy. He looked to be in his early twenties. They must be related because they both have the same raven black hair and tanned beautiful skin. I could never tan, no matter what I did. It was one of the things Mandy could always beat me at. In the summer she fit right in, being the beach princess, with perfectly tanned skin. And there I was, totally out of place. I honesty looked like a snowman playing dress up.

                  I turned my head so my ear was directed towards them so I could hear what they were disagreeing about. "How could you just bring her here?" The lady whisper yelled to the boy.  "How would you know for sure that she wasn't one of the infected? She could have been one of the stronger ones, one of the few who went crazy later!" She said as she lightly hit his forehead. He looked down at the ground, obviously ashamed. "You could have been killed boy! Use your head... You don't want to end up like your father." She muttered as she looked off into the distance. They stayed like that for a minute, him staring at the floor, and her lost in a memory.

                 Finally she seemed to snap out of it. She turned abruptly and just left. He sighed and walked off somewhere. So I must be at some kind of refuge spot or something. Suddenly I was really tired. I placed the bible back in the box and climbed back into bed. I tossed and turned for a while in bed. I think I was waiting for my roommates to show up. After a while I'm finally able to fall asleep. I wake up to the sound of feet lightly sliding on the floor.   

              I wasn't sure who, or what it was. I sat up and started doing yoga fire breaths. In and out, in and out, I thought to myself. After a minute or so, I finally calmed down. Then the feet sliding on the door stopped. The door slowly slid open. A little girl tip-toed into the room, she was very young maybe four or five. Following behind her there was a boy. It was the boy that was arguing outside the door earlier before I fell asleep. His eyes were on the little girl. The bed creaked and his eyes flew up to my face. He looked worried. He bent down to the girl and whispered, "it's okay, go get up into bed."

              She turned and starred at him. He turned his head to me, the little girl followed his gaze. She blinked twice and looked back to him. "Who is she?" she asked quietly. He turned back to her and said, "just a girl, go to sleep." The little girl turned around and climbed into the bed on the far side of the room.
               
              The boy got up from the other bed then he walked over in my direction. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. He looked up at my confused gaze. "Sorry, I guess you have no idea what's happening. So I guess I'll explain. Well, first of all I'm Jake, and you and I are both survivors, of the zombie apocalypse. 

               I found you sleeping and I knew I wasn't the only survivor, I kind of got excited," he said that last part like he was embarrassed about it. "So I brought you here with the other survivors," he said quickly. "So, I got in. . . . Oh my god! you look so, so tired get some sleep." He got up and turned off the lights, and climbed into another bed, rolled over and got into the blankets. I watched him and whispered, "good night," and closed my eyes to sleep. 

                 "You too," he whispered.