Flesh Eaters and Femme Fatales

Intro

  I often found myself questioning the very essence of life. It was as if the weight of existence constantly pressed upon me, urging me to search for meaning amidst the loneliness of my everyday routine. Nights blurred into mornings, and days melted into the tapestry of my restless thoughts, leaving me grappling with an insatiable yearning for purpose that lingered just beyond my grasp.

  It seemed like an ordinary evening; little did I suspect that the hands of destiny were winding up the clock for a nightmare revelation. A nightly routine of staring at the ceiling, my gaze drifting across the familiar landscape of my room, unaware that the tranquility of the moment was about to be shattered. The fabric of my musings on life's purpose unraveled with each passing moment, replaced by a gut-wrenching need for survival. Those tranquil walls of my bedroom transformed into a now eerie corridor, and the quietude of the night gave way to a symphony of impending dread. It was a surreal awakening to say the least, as the questions I had once posed about life's meaning collided head-on with the brutal reality of a world overrun by the undead.

  Life had always seemed so predictable, so routine. Typically, like in all the other medias about the zombie apocalypse, it started like any other unremarkable day. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over the familiar streets I had traversed countless times. As I walked home, earphones drowning out the world, the first signs of chaos began to unfold unnoticed around me.

  The initial whispers of the apocalypse were subtle- distant sirens, faint screams carried by the wind. It wasn't until I turned on my street that the ordinary transformed into a scene straight from a nightmare. Panic rippled through my little once-quiet neighborhood as people fled, and an eerie silence settled over the chaos. I stood frozen, unable to comprehend the surreal sight of neighbors running for their lives, pursued by the relentless undead.

  Quicky, reality crashed down like a tidal wave as I sprinted towards my apartment, heart pounding in my chest. The sanctuary that once symbolized security was now a battleground. For a small while, panic and disbelief fought for dominance within me as I locked eyes with my family, realizing that our normal lives were irreversibly shattered. In that moment I would be thrust into a world where survival meant more than teenage dreams, and mundane struggles of coming into adulthood paled in comparison to fight for life in a zombie-infested reality.