Random Writing

Never Came up With a Title, but The End of The World

I guess I was glad my room was clean when the end of the world came. I mean, at least I didn't have to worry about tripping over things at night when the power finally gave out or finding things so I don't have to get new ones. Really, I'd rather be able to find it at home than have to go outside to find it. One problem with that, though, is food. We'll runout of it at some point and I didn't exactly keep my kitchen clean...at all.

How'd the world end? Well,I can't quite pretend to know. It's all a mess. It has been a mess. An ugly, terrifying mess. You have to make the best of things, though. 

It started on one of those days where you don't have  school, or work, or anywhere you have to be. On those days, I loved to be in the house all day, not get dressed, and not do a whole lot. Maybe I'd play some video games or read great book. And now that I lived on my own, no one would yell at me for accomplishing nothing all day.

At some point, there was knocking at the door. I am a giant dork when it comes to people being at the door. I always act like a spy, even though now I'm way too old for that. There were many times when I was little that I stupidly just opened the door and let some drunk idiot in the house or someone I wasn't supposed to. So when it came to people at the door, I didn't want them to know I was home. 

This day was a day full of me being glad for things that I did that I'd never usually be glad for. I slowly crept up to the peephole and saw what looked like a very pale drunk man. I didn't think much of him other than the fact that I most certainly was not going to open that door. 

After lunch that day, I got to the point where I can no longer stand the loneliness. I always hated that point. I always used to get to that point over the weekend when I sill lived with my parents. Everyone else slept their whole day away and I was awake the whole time. The silence almost always killed me. 

I tuned my phone on and off, waiting for any kind of notification, someone caring just enough to say hi to me. It never happened and I finally just logged onto some online forum because at least some stranger halfway around the world would pretend to care. 

Then the forum told me that it's undergoing maintenance and to come back later. Of course. 

I sigh, shut down my computer, and turn on the news. At least the reporter will talk to me. 

"I repeat for those of you just tuning in," he says and I roll my eyes. What drama do they have this time? "Keep your doors and windows shut. They'll go through any openings to get to you and your loved ones, but don't seem to be able to open anything, other than people that is." 

I began to doubt I really was on the news channel because he was starting to sound like he wasn't reporting real news. 

"Sandra, can we get a visual?" A picture of an impossibly pail woman with blood all over face appeared. "The media have been calling the zombies. And they do act a lot like the zombies from movies. We still have yet to know what caused this but-"

I shut off the television. I was extremely skeptical. But barely ten minutes later, one of my co-workers called and told me not to come into work, the boss was murdered by a zombie, and, for the love of god, stay home. She even said to call up family members and tell them that I love them because I may never hear from them again. 

Part of me was still skeptical, that is, until I saw one of those zombies eat someone right outside my window. It was one of those things where you just can't look away and you can't quite get yourself to move. You're so shocked your paralyzed and your head is screaming at you to move, look away, do something other than just watching. 

All my curtains have been closed since then. At some point, I won't be able to just hide in my house, I know that. I also know that there's no information coming into my house. Networks went down soon after the crisis started. I

 was surprised to still have electricity and plumbing. It can't last much longer, but I still haven't done anything about it. I still haven't come up with something to do for plumbing or electricity when it finally goes out. 

I'm just a regular person. I can't figure these things out. The only reason I'm still alive is because I have no friends, no social life, and the ability to hide in my house for days on end, forgetting about time, hygiene, and eating. 

I suppose that means I'm not regular. Regular people have friends and aren't comfortable forfeiting hygiene for days, weeks, sometimes even months. Most people would've lived longer and fuller lives if there hadn't been some zombie outbreak. 

I realize that I need a friend. Talking to myself and being trapped inside inside my own mind isn't healthy. 

Although, I am better off that the zombies and the dead guys.  

~I don't know why I started with this. I got this idea, when I was sitting on my bed, starting off into space, and letting my mind skip all over the place. I was probably staring at the mess my room is. I don't do zombie stuff, though. I'm not even good with end of the world tragedies and drama. So I don't see myself doing much with this.~