Save Me from Extinction

CHAPTER 1-1: NOT AN AVERAGE HANGOVER

POV: Steven
Location: Quarantine Zone B

"Fuck!" I yelled so loud, and then I found myself sitting on top of a wooden table. I wondered, my eyes hurt a bit...and then I noticed, just beside me were four empty bottles of beer called, "Felipe's Fine Beverages." I stood up, trying to think what had happened last night. My head started to ache, walking unsteadily, I went to check my important things. My 9mm gun. Yep. It was still there. My backpack, still filled with my first aid kit, and then the most important thing, my 10-year-old journal. I turned around at the table again, and then finally, I remembered. Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the world's first apocalypse, and with nothing else to do, my best friend since the beginning named, Mavis, had decided to "celebrate" it with me here at my house. It was unplanned.

I smirked, "2013, seems like yesterday." I was young like...16. A kid; but I learned how to survive. Now I am a trader. I go outside of this Quarantine Zone to trade supplies from another Quarantine Zones to make a living.

I looked at a nearest window. Sun was so bright, but man, the only miracle that had happened because of the apocalypse, besides having no more government, was that the air was slowly becoming fresh again.

After breathing the air that had came through my window, I had decided to visit Felipe, because those empty beers on the table were just STOLEN from his supplies by Mavis. I told her that we could just celebrate without those beverages, but she insisted. She kinda...challenged my ego. She told me that I just needed to "relax" here at my place, and then she will just visit Felipe and steal one of their boxes while his men were busy snoring.

By the way, Felipe's a person you wouldn't want to mess with. He seemed to be a kind of person who can destroy your life. On top of that, Mr. Asintado, the leader of this Quarantine Zone B, doesn't give a shit about what his people do in their daily lives. His main goal was to keep the strong survivors alive as possible. Leave the weak, for it is just another mouth to feed. It was his famous quote.

Anyway, so I grabbed my bag, hid my gun at the back of my belt, and went outside. It was so damn quiet, no bird sounds, no random conversations, nothing. I was just walking, thinking of a way to apologize to Felipe before he finds out about Mavis' unthinkable action. While I was walking, there was a man staring at me just beside a tree, right next to a wooden house. His outfit looked familiar so I thought to myself that this creep works for Felipe.

Soon after, three men followed me; so I stopped, turned around, and spoke to them, "What's up?"

They were all quiet, and then one of them spoke to me, "Hello, Steven...where's Mavis?"

I glared at him, "Who's asking?"

"Felipe."

I looked calmly, and then I said to them, "I don't know where she went. Why? What's going on?"

"Well..." He turned his head, smirking, and then he continued, "We just noticed that one of our boxes went missing."

"Oh?" I exclaimed.

One of them spoke from behind, "And we have a witness that she was carrying one tray of Felipe's Fine Beverages."

I paused for some seconds, "I don't know about that. Fuck. I should go and find her now and ask her about that."

"Uh-huh." He grabbed me by the arm. "D'you expect us to believe that Mavis had stolen four beers for herself only?! You're coming with us." He added. "Yesterday was the day that the virus had spread. Ten years ago! So, it is pretty obvious. Fuck, what kind of a human being would celebrate the--"

"Hey! Let go!" I pushed him and then I added, "You guys didn't see what this 'witness' had seen. So you can't just assume that it was Mavis!"

"You can explain that to our boss, because we were forced to find the culprit or else, we will never receive our supplies." Yep. Instead of money, people are now getting paid by providing them some supplies to survive.