Apocalypse

Take me

I ran up to the lift, leaving crimson footsteps on the tiled floor as I progressed. I pressed to go up to the highest floor, impatiently waiting as the lift doors closed shut before me.

"Hurry up.." I mutter to myself, tapping my foot uncontrollably. I didn't have much time.

I sprint out of the lift the second it opens and I jolt down the corridor, soon turning into the only room on that floor. Hanz's room.

I burst through the door like dynamite, scanning the scene. Then I saw them. Both laying there. None of the two were moving a muscle. Were Blane and Amanda dead??

After checking his pulse and proving to myself he was truly gone, I reach out my hand to shut Blane's eyelids in respect. I tried not to lose it now that I knew he died. I check Amanda's in hope of saving her at least but I felt nothing, absolutely nothing. All I saw was a small bottle of poison clenched in her hand.

I was heartbroken. I've seen everyone I love die right before my eyes. Out of pure disappointment, I snatch the bottle from her palm and held it out above my tongue. One drop is all I could offer my dry, hurting throat.

HOLD ON. Lana, what are you doing with yourself? You can't just give  up like that?
All you've fought for, all this way you've come.
You
Need
To
Keep
Going.
I put the miniature bottle in my pocket and depressingly trudge downstairs, ignoring my surroundings and over-thinking everything. It was all my fault, wasn't it? If I hadn't have intervened, none of this would have taken place.

I step outside, no life left in me anyway so I just lay myself down on the nearest curb. The dusty road seemed to be empty, no one in sight.
I lift up the nearest pebbles to me and chuck them effortlessly at the toad infront of me.

I look down at my leg, which I remember had been scratched by one of them a couple weeks back. It wasn't deep enough to infect me. Fortunately. Or..unfortunately? I don't even know anymore.
Wait, where is it?
I rub my eyes in disbelief, rubbing the blur of my tears away as I was sure it was there this morning.
I study the poison...or was it poison?

Riskfully, I opened the cap and held it above the scratch I had on my forearm instead. I watched carefully as that one drop descended down onto it and got absorbed into the flesh.

"AHH. Hsss" I groaned as it burned and stung my skin, but to my amazement.. The bite started to scar up as if it was healing.

Really?
REALLY?
Did I really just fins something that could cure someone once they've been bitten?

I jumped up from my not so comfortable curb seat, and sprinted down the street.

As I sprinted and watched my surroundings pass me by, I concluded that one drop must have been enough..and because Amanda induced so much of it, it was too much for her aching body to take..
I try my hardest to process these thoughts without them clouding my mind and cascading into a whirlpool of negativity.

This was positive news I had.

I ran into the closest corner shop I could find. I didn't know this area very well, so I hoped it would have what I needed.

YES! They have a radio. I run over to it frantically and try to get signal.

"Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz. Hello? This--Anyone-----Alive??---Plea---Respond--bzz,bzz"

I could just about make out that someone on the other side was asking for survivors. My shaky hands grasping the radio,

"Yes, Hello, I am Lana. I am a survivor. I am alone and I think I've found a cure for this epidemic"

I tried to sound calm and speak in easy sentences but I just couldn't contain my excitement. I began sobbing gratefully.

"We've ---bzz, bzz--traced----location---bzz,--be---there,---bzz--soon"

"THANK YOU! Thank you!"
I cried, not being able to bottle my emotions anymore. Everything I let out..the pain, the anger, the grief..everything came out in a flood of happiness and sadness.

I hear a helicopter in the distance.
You made it, Lana.

You made it.

---  fuck you prian