LA BAISE

08

Stupid dream.

Screams of terror and death filled the streets, cars set on fire, stores broken into, and corpses littered the floor.

Everyone ran like maniacs. And there you stood in the middle of it, frozen in place like a statue as you stood still. Watching the chaos ensue, the people running havoc, the disaster destroying itself. People fighting for supplies and others scurrying off in their vehicle's, trying to get away.

You didn't cry, you didn't tremble, your didn't scream or ask for help. You didn't do anything, instead you stood there like a statue. Staring at the zombie not far from you, tearing into the body and flesh of a young woman, who screamed in pain as nobody helped her. Her husband running off, people hurrying around, not wanting to be next.

This was only the beginning.

And then not far from you, a car blew up. Knocking you to the ground as a loud rang went through your ear. Your hearing senses going numb from the explosion as you looked up from the floor, the car was on fire and all you smelled was smoke and blood. People screaming as the ones that were closets to the explosion were not dealing with severe burns and ear pain.

Your privileged life was over. This was your new reality, your new life, your new place.

This was the first time you stepped out of your home, much less the neighborhood you knew so well. Your nanny, maids, and other workers ran for their lives. Not telling you a single thing of what was happening or what was going on. They packed their things and left you all alone. You were confused.

Why did they leave? Did something happen? Is it a surprise? You weren't being supervised no more, so now you had the freedom to leave. Especially when you were so confused as to why everybody left. So you left your family home, with nothing but your wallet and phone. You walked for god knows how long, walking and walking.

One thing you noticed. Is it was oddly quiet. Your neighborhood was always pretty calm, but it wasn't the same. It was dead silent. To the point you could hear your own heartbeat.

So you walked some more, wondering what was going on. Until you found yourself in the midst of this chaos.

This was your first time being so far away from home, and it was your biggest trauma. Your first time walking in the middle of a shopping square, and you saw everyone run around like mad men. A TV store with their TV's placed at the glass window with the news playing. That was when you found out was going on.

"This newfound T-Virus is the cause of this mass pandemic. Creating zombies that pray on the living. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news folks, but let's all be honest. We all know this isn't a pandemic. This is an apocalypse."

Apocalypse?

You wanted to watch more, but the people robbing the TV store ripped the TV off from the window. Running off with it in their hands in a hurry. Many others followed suit, taking every last TV there was.

Isn't exactly the most perfect first outing, is it?

This was the world you so desperately wanted to see. From your house gates or from your window, this was the world you wanted to get at least a glimpse of. The one you constantly fought with your parents about to let you see.

This was it.

The realization hit you like a cold bucket of water. How naive you've been, how sheltered you've been, how stupid you've been. Mommy's and daddy's money spoiled you rotten. You were just another clueless rich little girl that you saw in TV shows or in movies.

After having such a horrific experience, you thought it couldn't get worse.

Until it did.

You were roughly picked up from the floor, thrown over the shoulder of somebody, and thrown into a car. It was the body guard that your parents hired for you, he was an ex-marine who now does work as a bodyguard. The best bodyguard money could buy. Normally he drove you in an all black, tinted windows, nice little juice bar, and jazz music, kind of car, a car meant for celebrities and politicians. Except this one was different.