Future???

50

It's been 5 years and Iam....... Alone..

Iam fool to believe we have finally settled for good in this zombie riddled world. After finding the small manmade island and removing mad scientist from the place we all settled atlast. We found they breeded human like cattle for their research and development of vaccine and not only that they are trying to control zombies too.

The things we found their forever etched in my mind and gave nightmares for so long I forgot how long exactly.
Seeing rows and rows of growling zombie foetuses in testtube is not for faint hearts. I cried and cried for those innocent souls.
Claire volunteered to clean all the things that are not for emotional ones like us.
Finally we learned how to control ourselves and go on with our life. We made sure to shut down the place where the labs are and we never approached there.
Thanks to Claire she warned where to go and where to not.
It took 1 year to accept the place as home while it took only 1 hour to destroy the place.
Zombies learned to swim and when we learned that small detail all fell to hell and now I am alone unable to find my friends. Truth to be told I don't even know are they alive or not.
Once I found myself with knife to my throat to end my life but I can't .... Too coward to end my life by myself. I searched for them even risked to get to that small island in search of them but thousands and thousands of Zombies on that place made me retreat again. Even though the island is surrounded by water when summer came the water level just became down to hip which is main reason for our downfall. I mean when this world got infected there has been drastic changes in the climate too... Summer came out in vengeance it dried out water bodies so much without the man-made lake we would have died without the water. It's still summer here and now iam here on the highway alone. Even I missed the little devil Claire.

I miss Jac and Jack so much my heart hurts but my tears dried out Just like my emotions. It felt empty without them.
Now I am sitting on the car top my trusty sabre in my hand  on the nearby bridge surrounded by wrecked and rusted cars as my companion. Dried leaves rustled occasionally creating omnious feeling. Plastic bags crinkled and floated in dry air around me. I watched it landing on the floor with no care and then again took off to somewhere by dry wind again.

Now a days it's hard even to see the zombies. Those who I saw are like dried out fishes only with its mouth in constant open close motion.
Iam tired. After 5 years food became a rare thing just like live human. Even canned foods can last long for much time.
For now I live in a cozy home where it has farm with some fruit trees and bushes to go with. I don't know whether their previous owner grew it or it grew by itself naturally. Anyway it provided some food and the home has some dried foods too. Sometimes I worry about vitamin deficiency but I  just ignore it nowadays.

And I own bicycle 🚲 to travel. No fuel per se. Atleast I found handpump nearby for water which is something I feel lucky.
This place is near sea so sometimes I sat on the shore watching the waves in silence.
Now I am sitting here in hope of seeing someone anyone even a zombie but no... My luck is not at my side.
2 years gone like this. I don't even remember how my voice sound like. I feel like I became dumb. I rotated my sharp sabre with precise movements lazily. The sun began to set indicating it's time to go home .
I let out a resigned sigh 😔 jumping down walking towards the place which I call it my home for now.

When the apocalypse started its dangerous to stay at the same place but now without literally nothing I decided to stay here until I find another place which sounds interesting enough to move. I whistled a song rather loudly and dancing to the tune uncordinately twirling and posing with my sabre moving towards the place. A group of birds flew above me letting out squawks before perching on the nearby trees for the night. Atleast they  are not alone and iam so frustrated about that I threw a stone at the tree but soon regretting my action on seeing them flying in different ways scared.