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The First and Last Day

"If you don't want to die, run." That's the first thing that I have ever said to a kid my age. But that was 10 minutes ago. I don't know if they are even alive anymore. They probably died, but who knows? Only they do because I haven't seen anyone for miles. Yet, the crazy thing is that I'm in New York. Insane, huh? Well, that's because this is the end of the world. No joke, I'm 16 and the world is already over, and the worst part is, this all started today. On "the best day ever", my 16th birthday. Let me actually explain what happened, so it started with me waking up, on February 20th, 2018. I was woken up, by my big brother was watching the news with his girlfriend.
The news reporter was saying, "NEW YORK ATTACKED BY TEENAGE PUNKS DRESSED AS ZOMBIES". Boring if you ask me. But it wasn't me watching it, although I did have to suffer through "clips of the event" that sounded a lot like people actually screaming, it was obviously a joke because I heard my big brother, Elliot, and his girlfriend, Linda, laughing. Once they heard my door creak open, I heard complete silence, and then... creak! One of the floorboards wailed from under Elliot's weight, and although I was blinded by the dark house, must have been 6 in the morning, I could see what he was doing. After the creak, I heard Linda stifling a laugh, terribly. I can understand why Elliot liked Linda, she laughed at his jokes, no matter what. no one else did that, only Linda. So, after Elliot tried to jumpscare me, I went to the bathroom to clean up for my birthday.
I looked in the mirror and thought I looked like a zombie. My long brown hair was in a messy "afro" and my normally paleish face looked pink-ish. My glasses seemed to have been thrown askew on my face. But the worst part? The makeup. I forgot to wash it off from that sick party I went to last night. This is bad, really bad, like, you don't even know how bad, bad. Actually, worse, my friends slept over and weren't there when I woke up. Not a safe sign. Last night, I was so tired that I forgot to hide my sharpies. Let's just say that I now had a monobrow, a huge mole on my face, a monocle, a Mario-styled mustache, and chin scruff. Not to mention the nightmarish words that were scrawled one every inch of my exposed skin. I messed up, really bad. The only reason I looked like a zombie, was because they used green, dark and light. I ended up taking a shower to tame my poofy hair and green skin. Then, I used makeup remover to get the remains of last night off my face. Afterward, I took my favorite towel, wrapped it around my exposed body, and bolted into my room. Wich was, thankfully, right next to the bathroom.
I picked out my favorite outfit, a black long-sleeved-turtle-necked-belly shirt, with a black tight skirt that went all the way down to my black combat boots. not to mention the black headband over my wavy brown hair. Tuesday is my "black day" where I wear all black. Plus, in a healthy eater, and I'm not too lazy, making it so that I rock tight clothes. Oh, and February is turtle neck-month. 2018 is Combat boot year, I have a really complicated system. But that doesn't matter, because I can easily remember it. So, after I got dressed, I went to the kitchen to get breakfast.
After breakfast, I went back into the living room to see that Elliot and Linda were gone. Whatever, they must be at work, though, I was thoroughly disappointed that they didn't take a day off work to celebrate. I checked my phone to see what time they would be coming home, and saw that they didn't even work today! I wondered where they were, and texted them, they always answered my texts. But this time, they didn't.
After an hour, I called them. No response. I called again and again and again. No response. I would be figuring out why later. But right then, I kept calling them. Until one of them answered. It was Linda.
"Hello? Lina? Where are you guys? Where is Elliot?" No response. About 10 minutes later, there was an answer.
"throw the lady down there, and the man can turn into one of us."
After a bit, there were screams coming from outside. I went to check it out. Kids were screaming, crying, and running. I joined a boy my age in the running, and the voice became active again.
"Hello, you seem to be afraid. Don't worry, we know exactly where you are, don't move, we are on our way."
I turned to the boy next to me and said something I still dont regret now.
"if you don't want to die, run."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was an assignment for school, so i didn't think to write the rest. If i get 10 people to leave a comment saying that they want me to continue, then i will for sure continue.