Surviving is Hard

Chapter 1: Salt

We lived in a world where everyone was complaining about anything. We all had different views on how humanity should have functioned, but now we do not have that privilege. Our lives are now in chaos. And there is nothing we can do but survive. Four years ago (almost five) the apocalypse began. I was sitting on the road with my two late friends...

To my left was Bri. A short, choleric person who only saw the negative in the world. Her hair was always untamed and when it moved with the wind I swear it would look almost endless. The face she had however, completely contrasted her brunette locks. It was small and round, resembling the miniature side of a peanut. But, that never stopped her from starting a fight with someone twice her size and age at the home basketball games. Now don't interpret wrongly, she was far from ugly. With makeup she was a strong 11/10 and without she was a 9/10. Anyway, she was on her phone laughing at memes.

To my right was Isaiah. A fuckboy in his ripest form. The sides of his head were shaved to half a centimeter while the top reached almost the entire length of a #2 pencil (we compared). Now, also, don't get me wrong here. He did hurt girls and play with their emotions but, deep down and I mean really deep down he was just an insecure person who hated the thought of being alone. And in reality if i had a choice to save one of them I probably would choose him instead of Bri and it's not just that he could carry more supplies or be able to do the heavy lifting but because he had a more positive approach on life. Believe me it was still not the best but it was better than Bri's. Regardless, he was tapping onto the asphalt trying to make a beat that didn't enunciate.

I was in the middle, daydreaming and staring into the sky waiting for the world to end.

"Do you think when the meteor hits we'll die? Like I know that the news, scientist, and nasa have confirmed that it won't reach this far into Texas but, I have my doubts."

"Isaiah, I am pretty sure a freshman in high school can't prove nasa wrong." I say as i roll my eyes vigorously.

"To be honest, I hope you're right Isaiah. I do not want to deal with all the surviving we are going to have to do and constantly looking over your shoulder because you won't be able to trust anyone." Bri placed her phone onto the floor. "Do y'all just want to have a suicide pact and kill ourselves before it happens?" She asked sarcastically.

"No Bri. I don't." I answer her even though it could have completely gone unsaid. I moved my hands behind me and my legs out. I put my weight onto the palm of my hands for support. "Well... what do y'all want to do before the world ends?"

"We could have a threesome?" He says casually.

"For the last time I will not have sex with you, Isaiah!" Bri yelled into the empty street.

"Not even if it's a threesome?"

"I could go for some ice cream." I changed the subject.

"Fuck yeah! You still have some?" Bri became excited.

"I'm down." Isaiah agreed.

So, we went inside my house and ate some vanilla ice cream for the last time. And an hour later the world ended.

Bri and Isaiah died by the end of the month and that's when i knew it was time to leave. So I did. I left my sisters and brother and parents. I just packed some essentials and left. Way before the apocalypse became evident I told them i would leave them if they were not capable of surviving. They thought I was joking. But, I wasn't. I kept my promise and left. I went around the house that had become a bunker and gave everyone a hug with a large navy blue backpack around my shoulders. They became confused and gathered in our living room. They kept questioning me with their confused faces. I gave the only remaining person who I hadn't hugged an embrace. My mom started to yell at this point. I opened the front door and looked back one last time and said, "Nice meeting y,all. If the apocalypse ever ends and you guys are still alive i'll see y'all again."