when its gone | leon kennedy

when its time to go

BOOOOOOOOM.

"great. another bomb. are they not getting tired of bombing this place already?" i grumbled as i stuffed my belongings into my car. looking up at the once beautiful apartment i resided in for years, i sighed and turned to get into the car. i switched on the radio to give this solemn ride a little spice.

"yesterday, a missing man's remains-"

i huffed as i switched it back off.

"guess im driving in silence . i'm so tired of these national broadcasts. do they realize that everyone's going missing and dying? it's an apocalypse!"

raccoon city has been in shambles since the start of the apocalypse 5 years ago. ordinary citizens like me try to live their lives normally, but it's gotten to a point where these bombs, frequent shootings, and these infected make me wonder how the hell i'm still alive, and why i'm still here in this city. i've decided to move out of this place to give myself some peace. everyone else has already.

walking through the safer parts of raccoon city doesn't even help. i've been chased by zombies so many times i can't even count anymore. i just want my life back.

i need my life back.

driving out of the city limits, i turn around to look at my lovely city once more, now plagued by the undead, fires, and military watching every corner like a swarm of hawks. i looked in the side mirror, and the setting sun and night sky illuminated the city with an aurora of hues.

i took a long, deep breath. "i'm gonna miss this place."

it's hard to leave a place you've lived in practically your whole life. but after the apocalypse, i was at home, but i still yearned for the feeling of home.