As I unpack my things in my dorm, my head is spinning with different thoughts.
What will the classes be like? Will I make nice friends? Will I make any friends at all? Am I even going to survive being a 'First Year'?
All my thoughts suddenly drop as I pick up a small, old wooden box. Her name appears in big bold letters in my head.
Cara.
My hands shake as I anxiously open the box to view its contents. It had been what, twenty years? There they were, lying untouched, unopened. Exactly the way they had been all those years ago.
I sit on my rock of a mattress and take out the first letter. I run my fingers over the old golden brown paper and dust is felt on my fingertips. My eyes start to water as I open the fragile paper and begin to read.
Dear Jesse
I know I haven't written in a while, and that you will probably never receive the letters I'll send from today, but pretending that you will, gives me hope. Keeps me going.
I don't actually know where to start, so I'll start with what I'm doing. At the moment, I am sitting in a store room near the science labs. I woke up this morning to a whole different Missioncreek High. The smell of rubble and thick dust hit my nostrils as I awakened from my nap in Spanish class.
The first thing I saw was writing on the board. It read 'Humans have lost. The virus has overpowered. If you can read this, you have very little time left.' I guess I'm a really heavy sleeper because it seems the teachers just left me for dead.
I'm really confused and yet curious at the same time. I'll write again soon. I promise.
Love always, Cara.
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Love Always, Cara
Short Story[COMPLETED] A short story of a boy, some old letters and a girl he hasn't heard from in years. Set in the future, during and after the 'zombie apocalypse'. The apocalypse isn't mentioned a lot (the exact facts and everything) but it still plays a r...
