Apocalypse

A death

The apocalypse. That's what they called it. The apocalypse that kills people. A disease that makes you sicken and suffer. An incurable abomination.

People started getting sick and going missing. Every desk at the police precinct had a massive stack of missing case files, an overflowing trash bin, and one exhausted detective.

But you didn't really need a detective to know what happened to those missing people.

The apocalypse. The disease.

They're dead.

Kelsey's parents were one of the missing, so she stayed at my house.

My mom never came home after a week so I called the hospital and she was there.

She wasn't in a hospital bed, she was in a morgue.

My mother was dead.

4 weeks passed and everything shut down.

People started moving, food was running low, clothes ran low, the power stopped working, hell, you even had a hard time finding clean water.

Survival was hard.

Kelsey and I decided to move. I drove because Kelsey was sleeping the whole time. We drove and looked in stores, drove and looked in stores, drove and looked in stores. Eventually we gave up and found a place to stay. A trailer.

Inside it there was food and water, but very little. We slept there until the food and water ran out.

"We should start to hunt." Kelsey said."I'm getting pretty hungry."

"Me too." I replied."We should go now."