The Story of Akeri

Prologue: The Light of a Collapsing World

The collapse of the earth is imminent.

A viral outbreak has started, the year is 21XX, and I'm still clean. At least, I think I am, Hope I am. It all started with a lab failure, a miscommunication with the wrong chemical amounts and molecular formulas that caused this. They mixed far too many volatile materials and created a virus that controlled people. The people in the lab would never see tomorrow, after the virus took control of their bodies and made them mindless ravages. It has now grown far out of hand, even a cure to this virus if there even is one would likely be ineffective. There are far too many people to either cure, immunize, or kill.

Sometimes I wonder what controls them. Who controls them?

Even if we kill them, it's quite likely that they will just come back unless "we completely vaporize their functional components." As stated by the journals of those who witnessed the creation of what may end our world. I know vaporization will not be easy by any means, it's a waste of valuable resources and has high risk when it comes to staying secluded.

I'm really just stuck in my home for now, if they could have put an end to this all then they would have just done so.

How much time do we have left anymore? How much time do I have left? The fantasized and glorified movie plot is now our reality to live within. With the technology this country has, it's surprising how incompetent people can be to cause the likely end of our race.

Actually, now that I think of it, I'm not stuck in my home, as much as I'd like to be; supplies are getting scarce, I'm going insane from not seeing anyone. I don't want to die to them, but at the same time I'd rather not let myself go too far past insanity to the point where I kill myself. 

This place is nice though, it feels as if I've memorized every single facet of this room. The bunk bed that I don't even have a purpose for since I'm alone, the comfy chair that I'm sitting on, and the kitchen counters with their identical marks from an old friend that came over and slashed my counter when trying to make food. He was a horrible chef, hence why its my kitchen and not his. If only the quality of food was important at this point; it's now become the struggle of having edible food that won't kill us.

 Or that time my date didn't like my apartment and kinda just abandoned me from there. I guess that would have given my bunk bed use for once but nope, lonely as always.

 I can remember these details after being here for a few months, they are quite historic moments between my friends; yes, my friends joke all the time that I've typically been single and haven't even kissed a girl before.

Either way, I need to stop focusing on the past, it's likely that none of my friends are still alive. I guess in the end, who is the real winner? Maybe the one with his life still. Well, I can't stay in this place forever, it's time to find an encampment or somewhere I can be.

There is one issue, I have no idea where any of the camps are, and I've heard the situations there aren't great either. I'd have to either make my own camp or find one with some decent people. Some camps will most likely just kill anything that comes near. I'm not going all the way out for a camp just to get shot by the people inside of it.

I'm not sure how good the people are in those camps though, I guess there's only one way to find out. I'd also like to have someone I could actually trust at one of those camps. Well I say that after I realize that all my friends are likely dead. So, well. That was a pointless thought. And I'm wasting more time by sitting here.

~I got out of my chair, and migrated towards the door after packing my belongings.~ It felt weird trying to reach for the door handle, as if the handle was lodged in an aura of fear and regret.

Anxiety.

Just open the damn door you pansy.

~I opened the door.~ I took a very deep breath as if I just ran an entire marathon. I opened a fucking door, and I feel like I'm out of breath already. ~I held my pistol close to my chest.~

This pistol has served me plenty of fun shooting targets at the range, now I actually  This pistol has served me plenty of fun shooting targets at the range, now I actually need it for survival. Who knows what could be out there. Maybe my ex could be out there, and she'd regret not staying in my apartment to at least have a nice chat and some food; now she'll be on the other side of my gun barrel. And no, I am not talking about the sexual term of "gun barrel": God, I'm so lonely, this is why I'm dying as a virgin. I mean, I don't think anyone wants to be on the other side of this pistol I'm holding. I do have some damn good aim.

Walking down the stairs, there was a beaming sun ray, it was absolutely beautiful. The shine reflected off of me and created my shadow, something I haven't been able to have naturally for a while. The sky created a paradox in my head. How could something stay so beautiful in a time when the world was at its nearest collapse? It looked so surreal but I guess the world really doesn't care about humans. It cares about what happens on that planet, and us pumping greenhouse gasses to nearly shatter our ozone layer was certainly something the world did not appreciate.

 It's a shame that no one else is next to me to witness this paradoxical view, although, there may never be someone with me, really. It's time to meet some new people, and I sure hope they are still living. 

God forbid if the first person I find is a fucking zombie.