Gaypocalypse.

A Little Explanation I Guess

I stopped writing for a while because I was having nightmares and lowkey forgot about this, BUT IM BACKKKK

   So, as I have stated before, my name is Jayden Ramirez. My little sisters name is Rosalynd. Rosie for short. I'm 15 and gay as fuck. I'm a demigirl and we're on the run from a hoard of zombies. Currently hiding in a abandoned apartment building. We found a few bottles of water which are now in their home of my bookbag. Yes. I say bookbag, sue me. Anyway, Rosalynd is 12 but is extremely smart, so she is... er, was, in 9th grade. I'm 15 and in 9th grade. We're both kind of quiet geeks. We only had a few friends and never really raised our hands in class. I have no clue how Rose is in 9th grade but she is. I normally protected her from our "mother" who is now, presumably, dead. Our father went to go get the milk. Rose is a beautiful artist and she can project her mind onto a piece of paper like no one else I know. I haven't really figured out my talent yet. Maybe one day if or when this is all over. Rose is enthusiastic about all of this. Me, not so much, but it is what it is. 

 We started back jumping buildings. Honestly, I don't know where we are going. I want to find someone else in this ugly wasteland. It really feels like we're the last people on Earth. Damn, Elon Musk should've made that rocket earlier. 

I had a girlfriend, her name was Ryan. Her and I had been friends since day one. And since the Universe has taken her away from me it feels like my heart has been clawed out of my chest with my fingernails and taken. Leaving me to die alone slowly with no blood pulsing through my veins and my brain slowly ceasing to function. WOW I'm just so poetic. Rose, being so young really never found a date outside of her studies. Mother expected a lot from her and thought I was "defective". She began to drink and hit me in the 4th grade when I failed my first exam thing whatever you call it in Elementary School. I have this huge scar on my left eye because of her. It looks like clown make up. That's kind of what she was going for. She always called me a clown.