sturniolo imagines

apocalypse

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Y/N's POV:

My faulty alarm goes off at 4am. Fuck. For a second, I was so lost in my dream that I had forgotten what my life is like right now.
I had a dream about how things used to be and how much I miss it. My friends, my house, my family. I've lost just about everything because of this stupid, selfish virus.
Rubbing my eyes, I sit up from the filthy floor of my new 'room'. Covered in dirt and mud, I slowly stand up and walk towards the shattered window. I look down at the empty, foggy streets below me and try to think positively.
'Today is the day' I say to myself. 'I'm going to find them.'
The 'them' in question is, of course, the Sturniolo triplets. Yup. Nick, Matt and Chris are still out there somewhere. I know this because, not only did I find the channel they're using to communicate with each other, but I saw them crawl into  a sewer drain in the middle of the road when the bomb hit. Instead of going in with them, I figured I hadn't enough time to dodge the gas, so I ran inside the nearest shop I could. Biggest mistake of my life.
Today I am going to attempt to find them, much like I have been doing for the past 77 days. However, I strongly believe this time may be different from the others.

Last night, while flicking between channels on my worn out radio out of pure boredom, I intercepted a coded message. It was on the same channel that the triplets had been using, but usually they were using morse code. This time, someone was speaking. This took me by surprise as, usually, all I could hear was a few beeps that I would have to decode. But this time, it was Matt, speaking in a different language. I knew it was Matt because the last time I spoke to him, I told him I was studying for a french exam and he was reading my flash cards for me. Somehow, he knew I would figure out it was him. 'Venez nous trouver. RT4 3QH' the voice said. It's as if he knew I was listening. The words translated to 'come and find us', while the following numbers we're complete gibberish. At first I thought he had meant to say something else, but then it hit me.

It was a postcode.

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MATT'S POV:

'You've been asleep for ages, Matt, come on' Nick said, breaking the wall between the dream I was in and my reality. I squinted at the clock next to me. It was 3:05pm and I had only just woken up? This was the longest I had slept in months. Stretching, I sat up to take a look around me. When I looked towards the bed opposite mine, I saw Nick sitting on it, glaring at me with his arms folded. 'Matt, come on, get up!'
'Dude, I'm visibly trying' I said in response to Nick, who already seemed very awake and very frustrated.
Nick, surprisingly, was the most stressed out about the bomb. He had the darkest eye bags out of the three of us because he stayed up on most nights crying. I could tell that Chris felt the same as he wasn't as hyperactive as usual.

Sometimes we would joke about how, usually, I'm the one who's always freaked out about stuff, but for some reason, I was a lot calmer than Nick and Chris. I still don't really understand why, but I think it was because I was so anxious that I decided to block out any source of emotion 'cause I knew all it would do was hurt me even more than I already was.

My brothers thought we'd lost Y/N for good on the 43rd day, but I couldn't accept it. I couldn't even think about her becoming one of those things, let alone being alone out there, starving. So I decided to send her a message for the first time on a different radio frequency.

I said the same code on repeat for the whole day. 'Venez nous trouver. RT4 3QH.' I spoke in French because I knew that the last time I spoke to her, she was studying for her French exam. Ever since the bomb hit Boston, Massachusetts, all I could think about is how much I would give to go back to that precise moment. We were oblivious, but we were happy. In that moment, we didn't have a care in the world. I would risk it all just to feel that way again.

In the message I sent, I gave her the postcode to the house above the sewer drain. I assumed that she would know where to find us and we would know when she arrived, plus Nick and Chris didn't want me to risk leaking our postcode to a random channel that might not even be the same one she was using.

A few days after I sent the message, our position began to get a lot worse. We were living off what remained in the houses above us, and we all knew it wasn't going to last long. We had been avoiding the topic for a while, until one day, Nick decided to say what nobody wanted to do.

'We have to go grocery shopping.'

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Y/N's POV:

I run the undead, rotting figure over with my motorbike as I swerve off the road. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by trees, to which I hadn't seen in a very long time. This was the furthest I had been from the dirty building I had been living in, and it felt thrilling. I was finally coming home.

Nearly at the postcode that Matt provided, I see a mini van that looks oddly familiar heading the opposite direction from me (keep in mind there were literally no other working vehicles on the road). I look closer.

'MATT?!?' I yell, rapidly turning the bike around and speeding towards the van.

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NICK'S POV:

'Oh fuck, Matt, we've got company...' Chris says, aggressively slapping Matt's shoulder while still looking through the back window of the van. I turn to look in the front view mirror to see Matt's eyes widen. 'Oh, shit!' Matt says, stepping on the gas without warning.
The motorcycle speeds up each time we do. 'Fuck fuck fuck Matt who is that???' I yell, panicked. My question spiralled into an argument between me and Chris over who this mysterious van chaser could be; Chris is under the stupid impression that he (or she) is a zombie, to which I replied with, 'zombies are undead, you dumbass, how the fuck would a zombie know how to ride a bike without its arms falling off or some shit?'
'BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP' Matt shouts at the top of his lungs. Me and Chris hadn't heard him yell since before the bomb, so we knew he meant business. 'Keep an eye on the bike for me.'
Me and Chris roll down our windows and turn our heads in the direction of the bike.
'Holy shit!' Chris says.
The person driving the bike was now standing up on it while getting closer and closer towards us. Matt has no reaction as he is so focused on driving the van faster that he has no time to focus on what's going on behind him. 'What's going on?' Matt says, calmly.
I look closely at the biker. For some reason, and I'm not entirely sure why, I swear I can recognise them. But then I realise it's not me realising who they are, it's me realising how close they are to the van.
'MATT MATT MATT HURRY!!' Me and Chris scream frantically as the motorcycle gets nearer and nearer to us.
I turn to look at them again, but before I could even blink, they had jumped off the bike and onto the roof of the car!!
Me, Matt and Chris all yelp and shout in surprise. Unable to control the weight of the biker, Matt swerved into a tree. 'AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!' We all yell in unison, including the biker. All of a sudden there's a loud crash.

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