a day undead

The Aftermath

carter stewart ~ four years later

"Sertraline, thanks," I said to the pharmacist, Becky, nodding as I walked off. I stopped outside the pharmacy, the same one me and my friends had stopped at a few years ago, and opened the medication. I took a few pills, finishing off my water bottle, and threw the plastic away. I looked around. A few more things still had to be rebuilt after the apocalypse. I opened the door to my shiny blue Jaguar F-Type and started the engine. I took a deep breath and took the car out of park. Suddenly there was a knock on the window, and I rolled it down. It was Asher.

"Oh, hey man," I said, dabbing him up through the open window. He looked around.

"Hey. How's it going? Sertraline?" He nodded to the pharmacy bag on the passenger seat.

"Yeah, just got back. How are you? How's Layla?" I asked, knowing she was probably at their house on the phone with Blaire. Asher looked down at his hands.

"Good. We're going out later tonight, actually." I wasn't sure why he was acting weird. "In fact," —He pulled something out of his pocket— "I have this for tonight."

I looked in his hands and saw a small, velvet box. He flipped it open, and, sitting in the center of a cushion was a diamond ring. I smirked. "She'll say yes. I guarantee you that." He smiled and looked down at the box.

"Thanks. She fell in love with this ring, even when it was just sitting in the window."

I smiled. "I have to get going. See you, say hi to Layla for me." He stepped back and waved before walking away, and I pulled the car out of the parking lot. I drove back to my apartment.

I opened the door, and I heard Mom's voice from the kitchen. She looked like she was cooking something on the stove. "Hey, honey," She smiled.

"Crap," I said, and walked over to the stove quickly, shutting it off. I looked back, and Mom was no longer there. She never was. Not really. Not anymore.

blaire collins ~ four years later

I was on the phone with Layla, picking at my nails, when the front door of my apartment opened. I didn't look up as I said, "How was your day?" Jack set down his things and kissed me on the cheek before going to change.

"Tiring," He called through the door. "Some guy tried to convince me that the quarter pounder was vegetarian." I snickered.

"What a loser. Hey, I got popcorn earlier. We should watch that new movie tonight."

"Alright. Bet. Hey Layla," He nodded to the phone, and Layla smiled and waved. "How's Asher?" He smirked and turned his head so she wouldn't see. I pretended I didn't. We all knew Asher was going to propose tonight, and I couldn't wait for Layla to tell me about it. Of course, Asher had the guts to not tell me, Jack told me himself after a boys' night.

"Good. He went out to get us some Taco Bell. And by 'us', I mean me." She chuckled at her own joke. I almost said something, but I remembered it was about the proposal, and I couldn't say it in front of Layla.

"I'll be right back. Jack is dying to tell me about his day." Layla nodded and waved, hanging up. I turned off my phone and set it down. "When are you going to propose?" He looked up.

"I'm sorry?"

"It's been forever, you know I'm impatient." Jack smiled.

"I think you can wait a little longer." I gave a fake frown, but smiled shortly after. Jack gave me a kiss before walking to the kitchen. "Want me to fix up dinner?" I shrugged.

"Yes please."

tyler oman ~ four years later

I shot Charlie a quick text. When we were cured from the apocalypse four years ago, I was glad to hear he survived. Not just glad, I was relieved. He found his bright red lambo destroyed in front of an abandoned building, and he was pretty agitated about that. But he was rich enough to buy a new one, I guess. I turned to the window. In the apartment across the street, I could see Layla Miller in her own complex. I narrowed my eyes. Charlie had almost broken up with me because of her. 

I thought I was going to have to get my dad to start another apocalypse.