It started last year. 2012. December 12, 2012. The Mayans were way off, it wasn't just a damn Zombie Apocalypse it was every nightmare ever dreamed, brought to life. First, it rained. Not too bad, right? Until the poor started to drink it. It wasn't water. It was bleach. The stench of festering bodies filled the once clean air. Then, came the crime wave. A modern day Purge. All those dreams of being gunned down or raped came true. My sister was the first to go in our family. Eaten by a pack of bloodthirsty wolves. Next came the plague that left me an orphan.
It started a snowy morning, when I noticed a repetitive bang on our roof. I peeked out my small window and saw the worst sight I had ever seen in my 18 years. On the streets, where lifeless naked bodies. I thought a huge monster had killed these town patrons. Then, something fell from the sky and onto the balcony outside of my room. I screamed as I realized who's body it was. My recently deceased 14 year old sister laid on the wooden floor. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was opened in a permanent smile. She looked happier than she looked in life. But it couldn't be her! We buried her last week. I cried as I stared at her possessed body.
