The End Of My World

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Everything on the news is blaring noise in my ears. It's hard to think and it's hard to have my own opinion when so many people around you have the same thoughts. It's hard to be different, but it's also hard to fit in. The Tv screens are all covering the new case of the highly contagious virus. The outbreak was not intentional, or so they say. So many sources say it was caused by a group's attack on a facility in france. Again, nothing on the news can be trusted. I am normally all for the "the worlds going to end", but god damn I didn't think it would go this far.

I have a small apartment in the city of atlanta.

You know when some people say small, they really mean a normal sized house. When I say small I mean small. It had a kitchenette, pull out couch and bed, and a very petit bathroom containing a shower, toilet and sink.

I was already packed to head out to see my grandmother for the weekend. I took off work, which made my boss mad, but who gives a shit. It was nice having a place for myself, not sharing it with my parents.

It was hell with them.

I just had to get out. I loved the feeling of living on my own with only me to provide for. I was living the life. I rolled my suitcase to the door along with my small pillow. Not much but it was what I had. Making sure I turned off all the lights, before I stepped through the door of my apartment, into the hallway. I continued to roll my shit down the hall, stopping before an elevator. Pressing the down arrow. Waiting for it to arrive. Shifting on the balls of my feet, I fidget with the tips of my hair. Footsteps behind me make my spine straighten and instincts become highly aware of the surroundings. A young blonde woman walks up next to me. Her figure wore a pink blouse with black dress pants. I nod with a friendly smile at the woman and turn back to the elevator, walking in as soon as it stops. Unfortunately, the woman joined me. Pressing the 1 button on the right, I shift close to the wall. Feeling the cool metal on my bare arms sends a shiver up my spine.

Only 20 floors to go, you've got this, breath.

"Have you heard of the outbreak?"

Judging by her facial expressions, she seems to be trying to defuse the tension in the small enclosed space. The words in my throat decided it was not the day for talking and left me high and dry to only answer with a nod.

"What do you think of it? '' she continues, filling the silence. Think Artemis, you talk to people for your job, what difference is this? Okay come on think.

"Could be bull shit could not, it....," I pause, choosing my words carefully as the woman's face starts to distort while I was talking.

"It could only be a matter of time before we all know for sure" I answer thoughtfully.

I was lucky as hell because the elevator stops on the ground floor before we could continue our "conversation" of hell. The doors slide wide open and I practically run out and towards the garage area. I find my small black truck sitting in the parking spot by the exit. I walk over. I place everything in the backseat, making sure my motorcycle was secure in my truck bed. Scooting into the front seat, I slam my door shut and place my forehead on the steering wheel. I hear the sound of the horn to my car blare through the parking garage and I immediately sit up and put my head in my hands. I am normally not this bad with people but the lady I was in the elevator with was one of the big influencer company people things. I was not gonna say something to her that would make me end up on one of her "I need to rant about this" lives.

I'm good, thanks.

The leather seats of my car stick to my thighs, practically gluing me to the seat. One by one I unstick my thighs before I turn my car on. Pressing the key into the ignition and turn it. The car rumbles to life underneath me. The slow hum of the engine was like music to my ears. The rumbling makes my seat vibrate slightly. Pulling the seat belt over my chest and into its buckle. Shifting gears into reverse. Pulling out of the parking spot with ease and riding up to the exit window, I feel light again.  I look at the man, handling the gate and show him my apartment card. With a small nod I am let through, the truck spilling onto the busy roads of atlanta.

I watch the road closely as I travel through traffic, finally getting to the interstate, only after passing rows and rows of tall buildings. It finally clears up and the interstate smooths out, leaving the tension behind with the always heavy traffic in atlanta.

————Chapters will be longer from here on but they will be every week or 2 so I can make them as good as I can.

Btw this symbol means time skip

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Love y'all bye 😘