Apocalypse

Horror

My name is Olivia, or Olive for short. Thats what my friends, or old friends should I say called me.

Im 17, dark brown hair, green eyes, and im 5'1 in height.

Im pretty lean considering this sick scare in Chicago. You see, i live in Chicago. But here lately, lots of people have been getting sick. And I mean sick. Like death or never seen again sick. I live alone, well i have a dog named Ace. He is 4 years old and he is a German shepherd. He is great company and he is also house trained.

He eats with me, sleeps with me, and sun tans with me. He is basically awesome.

But all of a sudden, he started acting weird. He limps sometimes, he doesn't eat, he never sleeps with me, and he avoids sunlight like its poison. But during the night he is completely fine. I mean, he still wont sleep with me or even lay with me. I was worried to say the least.

I was sitting around on my couch watching The Royals on E TV while Ace was laying at the opposite end of the couch. I scooted closer and started petting his rough fur (it use to be soft). Ace whimpered and panted. I moved his fur and saw a big bite mark on the back of his neck. He growled loudly and i jumped.

Idk how he would've gotten it. I never let him out of the house alone.

Then the peices fell. I turned the channel to CNN News and saw thousands of people running in chaos in all directions. They were screaming and yelling for help. Fires were everywhere. Some people were walking and running funny....oh i forgot to mention, im living in the apocalypse. Blood, gore, guts, insides turned out. All that yummy stuff. I do not go out at night. If i did, id be dead. When i get home before dusk, I shut the windows and doors tight and lock everything.

Im still terrified of the zombies/humans. You cant trust anyone. The things out side my door are horrifying to anyone. I only like to go out when lots of people r out there. But since there arent many people that aren't dead, I dont go anywhere too far.

When the sungoes down...I hear noises. Screams, bangs, gun shots. I never leave once I get home.

On the news that night I saw a zombie chasing a fat man down Chicago street. The man fell and the zombie started eat the this poor man. This man was literally torn apart piece by piece, limb for limb.

I guess I can explain it; the man was on his back and his abdomen was ripped open. Blood was pouring outta his chest and stomach. The intestines were visible and turning green from being exposed to the zombies contaminated air and breath. The mans eyes were rolled back in his head. The whites were seen, and blood was coming outta the sides. It was a gruesome scene.

And to think a simple disease was cau this mess or outbreak.

My home...waz overran by the apocalypse. It truly seemed hell opened its gates to release the devil in Chicago. Hell's gates really let out something worse than Black death kr the plague its self.

As I watched the news, I heard a growl. I looked at Ace and his eyes were blood red and he was foaming at the mouth. I slowly got up and he watched every move closely. He jumped at me and i stumbled and ran into my room slamming the door and locking it. Ace ran after me and scratched and clawed the door. The disease had taken my dog.

I cried and yelled for my only true friend to stop. Ace did. He really did. I heard a thump and slowly opened the door. He was yelping and he lokked at me as if asking me for help.

Its been a year since Ace had the disease. He still trys to attack me at night, so I put him in a kennel every night. But during the day he is fine, normal. I didn't bave the heart to put Ace down.

Im still in Chicago, and yes there are still zombies everywhere. But they have spread to all corners of the world. Im not as afraid anymore. I have weapons and protection. Im abnormally safe. I get food, as does Ace. We survived. And I dont think other people did. We are lucky.

Chicago Apocalypse. Thats a hell of a headline.