The New World

Ch. 2

Nightfall came far too soon in my opinion. After the startling realization that I was in fact dead or at the very least, kinda dead, I felt my non-beating heart break.

I sluggishly made my way to my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed. I reached for my phone, which I had left on the mattress earlier in the day and checked its battery life. Seeing that it was at ninety-five percent I felt a little happy. I guess turning my phone off before I died was a good idea.

I turned the phone's flashlight on and stood up. I went to the wooden desk that was pushed against the far side of my room and sat in the chair. I quickly found my leather bound journal and a pen, then sat my phone down so that the light would bounce off the ceiling and illuminate my room just enough for me to see the blank pages of my book. Clicking my pen, I began to write.

Day one:

I woke up today six feet under. I don't know exactly what went on in my month-long absence but I do know that I'm currently stuck in hell.

Mom's gone, not sure if she's alive or... I hope she's not one of those things shuffling around outside. I hope that wherever she is, she's safe.

I can't believe I'm living in a zombie apocalypse, just writing that down makes me feel like I'm losing my mind and honestly? Maybe I am.

Since waking up from my month-long slumber, I've been different. I should be in shock or depressed or crying my eyes out like the lost teenage girl I am but I'm not. I feel... stunted. Blocked off from my own feelings to a certain degree. God I don't even look the same.

Knowing that I'm in the apocalypse makes me wonder about my classmates. Who made it? Are Kelly and Chelsie still alive? As morbid as it might sound, I don't think Kelly's still with us. She was kind of a cluts and had the situational awareness of a newborn sometimes. Chelsie though, she was a pretty strong willed person. I bet she's out there somewhere kicking zombie ass.

Anyways, I need to figure out how to survive in this new world. Who knows what's out there? Are there hoards like in the movies? Or zombie variants like in the video games? So many questions yet only one way to get the answers.

Tomorrow I'm gonna stop feeling sorry for myself and get my shit together.

First, I have to find a weapon of some sorts to protect myself. Maybe mom left a gun in the basement safe?

Second, I'm gonna start looting the houses in the neighborhood. Despite being dead I apparently still need to eat. It kind of sucks. I have to look for stuff that will help me survive for as long as possible.

Third, I need to eventually figure out how I'm going to defend my house. The zombies will be troublesome for sure but if I'm still here then that means other people are also still alive and I've seen enough zombie shows to know that humans can sometimes be worse than zombies in apocalyptic situations.

Fourth, eventually I need to make my way to Blackpool's library. The electricity is out which means I no longer have access to the internet, running water or gas. I'm gonna have to learn how to do stuff the old fashion way. The only problem is that the library's on the other side of town and who knows what or who is between me and it. I have to prepare accordingly.

~ Alexandra Marsh

I clicked my pen and sat it down on the desktop. My mismatched eyes scanned the journal entry for a few moments before I closed the book and stood up. I grabbed my phone and made my way back to my bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress I kicked my shoes off and laid back in my bed, my body quickly seeping into the familiar mattress.

I turned the flashlight on my phone off before clicking the screen off and on again. I lied there staring at my mothers face, a face that was smiling back at me as if nothing was wrong.