→ my name is lana snyder and this is my story on what happened at the end of the world. we were invaded and it was a mass instinctive event. but somehow i was one of the survivors.
- the 5th wave
→ started : 12/22/22 - finished : 3/17/23
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the next day we were in hand to hand combat, i was paired up with zombie today. we were both the best at combat.
grab the hand, pull, kick the back of the knee then trip them. did it successfully the first time, but the second time zombie beat me, i landed on my back breathing heavily, he hovered over me for a second before reaching out to help me up, but i just pushed myself up, "good try, dove." he whispered in my ear his lips brushing against them lightly. i grab his arm flipping him on his back, i then got down to him, "good try, zombie." i whispered in his ear slightly grazing it with my lips.
he looked at me with the side of his eye with a smirk. i stood up before walking away considering it was the end of the hand to hand combat.
after dinner we were back in the bunks. i was polishing my dirty boots when teacup came up to me. "can i help you?" i ask not looking at her, "can you draw me?" she asked with a wide smile, i look over at the small blonde. "why?" i ask back, "because if i die, i wanna be drawn first, i've always wanted to be drawn. and i've lost so many other dreams but you're here so i can maybe get this one." she says looking at me in the eyes.
it's said to think a seven-year-old is thinking about death, but if i could do anything i guess i'd draw her. "okay." i say raising my eyebrows in defeat. "yes!" she whispers pumping her arm. "do i like pose?" she asks sitting in front of me, i smile at her softly, "if you want." it didn't really matter if she was in front of me or not i could picture her face and draw her but if she wanted to pose she could. "i wanna be surprised so can you draw me without me posing?" she asked, "yeah i can do that." i answered with a nod.
she got up with a smile before telling oompa.
i started to draw her because that's what she wanted, after a while of drawing. zombie walked up to me. "can we talk?" he asks, "got something on your mind?" i ask not looking up from the page. "yeah." zombie continues. "okay, sure." i say before putting the pencil and book down. we walk into the bathroom and sit down our backs pressed against the cold tile wall.
it was silent for a couple of minutes not an awkward silence but a calming silence. but his voice broke it. "you're the only girl my age i've talked to in months." he says quietly, i don't look at him i just purse my lips, "that's the reason i wanted us to have these conversations, because i can't with anyone in there, flint hates me after taking his position, and the rest are too young. you seemed like a kind person but i was wrong, kinda. and you seem like you needed someone to talk to, too." he continued.
i look at him and he's fidgeting with this heart locket around his neck, i want to ask what it means to him but i don't. "i get it." i say calmly. he looks at me like what i said was unbelievable. "there are moments where everyone needs to talk. so talk." i say motioning for him to continue. zombie takes a deep breath, "i just feel like i always have to be the peace maker, have everyone's back, come across strong. it's hard. sometimes i just want to give up." he says tears glossing over his eyes, clearly he wasn't just talking about us, maybe his past.
"what happened?" he said getting a little louder, "what the hell happened, in these past five months, dammit these kids didn't deserve it. we didn't deserve it. she didn't deserve it." whose she? i know i'll regret it later but i grab his hand comfortingly, "who?" i ask quietly, he snaps his head to me, "not today." he says shaking his head. i nod before pulling my hand away, i could see he didn't want me to but i was getting uncomfortable with the physical touch. "it's almost lights out." he says standing up before walking out.
i sigh feeling like i needed to puke. who was she? he was right none of us deserved it. did we? i laid down in my bed before looking over to zombie he was holding the locket in his hand.
