Mᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ: Dᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ's 200 Dᴀʏs ❪✘❫ 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑃𝐿𝐸𝑇𝐸𝐷

02 || 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒

𝐃𝗼𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝗼'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟸

I woke up in the same position as before this morning with the same old pain aching my side. I'm thrilled to know that I won't be dying today or anytime soon. Unless the world had other plans for me. And to add on, the rain hasn't stopped yet.

After fluttering my eyes open, I reached down beside the couch to pick up my glasses and place them on my face. Now I can see...

To start this brand new day, I slowly sat up on the couch, feeling my shoulders and neck pop. Speaking of, they have a lot of road burn-- ones that were still very moist and tense. Every time I moved, it was uncomfortable and I am still wondering how I made it this far without complaining.

But now that I am awake, I got up from the couch and walk to my backpack to see what cans of food I had left. I slipped my hand inside the pack, feeling around for anything that is a cylinder shape. Right away, I pulled out a can of green beans. Only one can. "This won't last me," I whisper, turning to the dying fire in the fireplace.

I set the can down so I could tend to the fire and feed it some firewood and pieces of notebook paper I carried with me. Patiently, I waited for the flames to grow in size before I came into the house's kitchen and found a dusty pot on the floor. I used a cloth to wipe away the dust particles, relieving the kitchenware from grime.

Before I can use this pot, it needed to be rinsed out. So, I used the water from my water jug, cleaning it better than before.

Now that the pot had been wiped, I filled the pot halfway with my water. Next, I opened the can of green beans and dumped it into the pot, and let the water warm up to a boil over the fire. It just sat on the burning firewood.

While I let the beans boil over the fire, I dug through my pack to see what other supplies I had left. When I realized I was missing a certain necessity, my heart skipped a beat. "No..." I mumble. "I'm out of ammo."

Great... I got nothing to defend myself with-- not far distance-wise... I gotta depend on my staff. It's attached to my pack, uncollapsed, and ready to be used at any given cost. I rarely had to use that thing since everything started, but there were times I chose to use it for my own benefit. The empty gun I carried in my pack will have to wait until I had a box of bullets.

About an hour had already gone by and those green beans didn't exactly hit the spot. Searching the kitchen was a great idea, though. I didn't find much other than more beans and one can of corn.

This small house did what it could to provide for me and I am forever grateful to be under its roof. But it's best to be moving on from here or else I won't make it much longer.

As I packed everything up on my shell, aware that I am still healing, I was ready to head back out into the apocalyptic world full of infection and hatred. This time, I was carrying my staff in my right hand, ensuring that I will be ready for any dangers.

I stepped out of the house, taking in the fresh air and letting it out. All I see is an endless forest of oak, pine, and birch trees, and the rain clouds gliding from the area. "Alright, Donnie. You got this." A little bit of encouragement for myself always felt great.

Once I started my walk, I began to rethink how I behaved in the lair before the world ended. Now that I think about it, I was really sucked into my work and it was rare that I got any kind of sleep. I preferred to stay away from my brothers whenever they were around and they considered me an introvert-- which I still am. There will be a time when I will have to be an extrovert all of the time. I'm not entirely sure when that will occur.

My feet met with weakened twigs and soggy leaves the more I proceed with my unknown journey.

I don't have a clue as to where I am going, other than I know I just need to keep moving forward. "Just survive somehow..." I mumble, gripping the straps of my pack tightly.