Apocalyptic Love

Prologue

I ran.

Ran away from it all.

The stress.

The stupidity.

The struggle of pretending to be someone I wasn't.

I just kept running and never looked back. I left my family. My friends. I just couldn't take it anymore! 

Ever feel that when you try so hard to fit in and be accepted and appreciated, nothing you do is ever good enough? You try to be so perfect that after trying so hard for so long you just snap. 

That's what happened to me.

I snapped.

I was one of those girls that was extremely nice. Loved by everyone and friends with everyone but my home life wasn't all rainbows and sunshine. Don't get me wrong I wasn't abused by my parents or anything, at least not physically.

I felt unappreciated, Like anything I did wasn't good enough to please my parents. I had great grades, great friends, and did everything they wanted me to do but I always got criticized for never being at their level of expectation.

Then it happened.

First in Pennsylvania. Then Michigan and it slowly spread throughout the country. A virus. A pathogen some may say. It travels through the bloodstream to your brain where it slowly deteriorates and you become a mindless zombie.

It didn't affect Louisiana as fast as the other states so it just seemed like any normal time here. Until that very Sunday.

I used to be in my church's choir and on that day we were performing. That morning I had a feeling that something big was going to happen. Something bad. I came prepared.

See everyone thought that I was some kind of prissy girly,goody two shoes, when in reality I was the opposite.

I know how to fight. I know how to defend myself. And I most definitely know how to use a gun. Which is exactly what I did that day.

As the choir was beginning the next song I glanced into the audience and saw what no one else seemed to see. A decrepit, decaying zombie hobbling toward a woman and her baby sitting in the back of the church. We began the song and at the inhale of a breathe I reached into my side bag, grabbed my pocket glock , aimed and shot the poor thing in the head. Right between the eyes. A thick black liquid oozed out of the wound as the zombie collapsed to the ground.

The church went silent. Everyone stared at the zombie's crumpled form on the ground and seemed as if they were holding their breathes until they all turned to stare at me. I still remember the day perfectly. How some people stared at me with such awe and grateful eyes while others stared in disgust or fear. I met their stares unwavering. Unintimidated. Emotionless. I turned my head toward my parents and saw a flash of disappointment in their eyes. At that point I had had enough. I screamed at them. Profane words about not being good enough to be their daughter filled the congregation until I ran out of breathe. And that's when I ran and never came back. It's been a month and a half and no one's heard from me since the incident.

I'd like to keep it that way. 

The virus has already spread through the entire U.S. except in Washington where the only safe haven exists. I will make it out of this alive. I've made it my personal goal to find out how this chaos began and to put an end to it once and for all. No one else needs to die. Ever.