The Book of Prophecies

Prologue

Hi, my name's Caoimhe Agafin and I drempt this last night, due to the fact most dreams
don't give back stories or major details, most of this will probably be made from my imagination. Red lettering is things that happened in my actual dream. And for the sake of making an actual character my name will be Kaiden.

All of our lives were so much simpler before the infection came. We lived like normal teens, doing schoolwork, talking to friends, doing sports, you know normal stuff.
But once the infection came it was like every man for himself, you see a zom you kill it, no questions asked.

A lot of my friends thought I was crazy, they always have but they labeled me as a complete crazy person when I told them that there would be a zombie apocalypse, because until now that was the shit in stories, make believe , and video games.

It gets pretty complicated but I'll do my best to explain it.
One day when I was ten I was wandering around the forest outside my town and I found a book.
A big leather bound one, which had ornate drawings on the front. Of course I didnt want to part with it or try to find the real owner as a kid always does, so hid in my backpack and didn't tell anyone about it.

When I opened it that night I read through the whole thing. And it seemed pretty boring, talking about politics and forest fires. But eventually I got to a story which basically said that there would be a zombie apocalypse in 2025. I didn't think much of any of it until things that were happening, were happening when and as exactly as the book had said.

So I got a job, many jobs, the highest paying jobs I could. And I saved it all, every damn penny, I didn't buy anything, ever, and I picked up loose change off the ground. Every bit of cash I could get I did. I did so many jobs, picked up so many skills, sold a thousand scarfs and paintings. Until finally at seventeen I had enough money to get the inside of a mountain cleared out, and two heavy steel doors put in. Both entrances but also both exits. By the time they were finished I had barely under a year to get the place filled with canned food, water, a room made of mattresses, and a whole bunch of pick nick tables. I warned all of my friends and told them if they ever survived they could come there, but to come in they would have to double knock ten times, but in sync, like a heartbeat.

They thought I was crazy, of course which is completely rational, but I mean their deaths. I had a little over a month before it started when I finished preparing the whole bunker. So I went on a little quest and collected weapons. I bought Walmart out of all the knives they had, and although stealing is wrong, at night I would break into weapon stores, and steal all they had, axes, tomahawks, guns, knives, swords, machetes, throwing knives, every damn bow I could find and every arrow I could find. I grab everything paint ball guns but also a shit ton of marbles because what use are they without actual bullets.

I grabbed mufflers, holsters, frogs, everything that could be used as a weapon.

The apocalypse started February tenth, which was supposedly a typical Monday, I stayed home from my co-op-I was home schooled- because I knew it would start that day. I tried to warn my mom and sister but they refused saying I was crazy, and there was nothing I could do. So I stayed home, grabbed the last of all my precious things, my cat my clothes, my books, my computer, all the cameras I could find, paints, coloring books. Everything to keep me distracted from what basically might be the death of all my friends. Right before I left my house I took a good look, saying goodbye to all of it. And then I turned, away from my memories, my family, and my life.

I filled the car with everything I could, so that just in case, if my friends ever made it, anyone ever made it, we could have fun while our lives fall apart. Being nineteen I could obviously drive so I didn't have many problems getting to my bunker. Before I went inside saying goodbye to real sunlight I pulled out my phone and sent a text to everyone in my contacts list. 'Everyone, If you make it out of the apocalypse come to xxxxxx xxxxx, I have a bunker filled with canned food, water, and weapons. Bring all the resources and weapons you have if you come. The knock code to get in is ten double knocks, but be sure it's in sync, like a heartbeat. Believe me or not, and tell everyone you know whom you care about.'

And that was all before I went inside and closed the door.