Apocalypse - H20Vanoss

Chapter 1 - The Start

Jon's POV

"We recommend all citizens stay inside and lock all windows and doors.."

The news cast seemed far-away and and unreal as Jonathan couldn't believe what he was seeing. 'I'm asleep. I'm having a nightmare. I'll wake up in a minute..wake up..wake up!'

Jonathan sat down and watched the spinning ground underneath him. 'I can't believe it..I'm goanna die..' He thought, terrified. Suddenly, his phone lit up with a loud 'ding', knocking Jon out of his own thought process. Quickly, he grabbed the phone from the side table and unlocked the screen.

Evan: Are u okay?!?!?!

Jonathan sighed slowly and took a deep breath. 'It's not bad yet. There's still a couple hours until it gets really bad.' He thought to himself.

Me: Yeah man I'm fine. U okay?!

Only seconds passed until Evan answered, and Jon felt himself grip his phone tighter, his fingers wrapped around the white surface, his teeth gritted.

Evan: Yeah I'm alright. I can't believe this is happening.

Jonathan instantly replied.

Me: Me neither

Evan: How far is my house from yours??

'Evan doesn't live that far does he? It's only like..sixteen blocks or so..'

Me: It'll prob take u 15 mins to drive down here

Evan: I'll be there in a sec

Jon felt a sudden wave of relief wash over him as the thought of his friend comforted him. 'I'm not alone.' He thought.

The news cast started playing live footage of downtown New York, with power going out and people limping down the street. Police were shooting at the limping people, but there were hoards, and it even cut to a scene where one of the limping people were grabbing one of the cops, pulling his arm closer and closer to its ragged teeth. The limping people had torn clothes, covered in blood, and some had some limbs missing or guts hanging out.

Jonathan felt his gag reflex come to life at the disturbing, endless scene. Instinctively, he grabbed the remote and killed the TV's power. Slowly, he let out a deep sigh and felt the tears racing down his cheeks. He wiped them away with his sleeve, then pulled his legs up this chest and buried his face.

Without the TV on, his living room seemed quiet. Too quiet for him to handle. The sky's falling tears didn't help the scene at all, as he heard them bang on his windows, silently reminding him of the present events.

'Can't Evan be here any sooner?' He thought to himself, suddenly getting more and more anxious by the second. The silent room seemed unfitting, and he knew he had to take action soon. 'I can't just sit around all night.' He thought to himself, quickly getting up from his position on the couch and racing to his room.

     First, he slung open his closet door and rummaged around for a few seconds, before finally finding an old, faded blue backpack. Quickly, he grabbed it and threw it into his bed, then threw open his drawers and instantly took any clothes he could find, then stuffed then in the bag.

     On his dresser, beside his old pictures, was a small flashlight. He didn't think twice before grabbing it and stuffing it into the small pocket in the front.

     Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He sighed a big sigh of relief and pulled out his phone and turned it on.

     Evan: Open the door!!!!

     Jonathan quickly threw his phone on the bed and raced downstairs to the door and unlocked it. He smiled as he saw a drenched Evan. They immediately hugged eachother, both relieved that the other was safe.

     Evan shut the door behind them and locked it, then turned to Jon. "It's a mess out there." He said.

     "I know." Jon said, staying silent for a few seconds. "I've been trying to get my things together. Did you bring anything?"

     Evan nodded and carefully took off his backpack and set it on the wooden floor. "Yeah. I got a couple cans of food. You know, the usual survival stuff. I got a couple shirts and some jeans. That's all I got though."

     Jonathan nodded. "Follow me." He said, leading Evan up the stairs and to his bedroom, where the backpack still lie on the queen-size bed, where next to it his phone he had previously tossed was still sitting beside the backpack where he had left it.

     He unzipped it and peered inside. "I got some clothes and a flashlight. We can go grab more food from the kitchen."

     "I'll go raid your kitchen." Evan laughed, then turned around and walked out of the room.

     Jonathan instantly felt lonely without the presence of his friend in the room with him. To him the world felt fake, or like a video game- or a fantasy. 'I have to be dreaming.' He thought to himself.

     Suddenly, his legs seemed to give out and he felt the room spinning underneath his feet. His stomach churned and a horrible feeling crept over him. He collapsed onto the carpeted floor and grabbed onto the covers, desperate for the Earth to slow down. Tears were running down his face before he even knew he was crying, and a huge weight suddenly felt like it was crushing his lungs.

     Not a single breath was caught in his lungs, no matter how hard he could try. "Ev.." He tried yelling, but his voice seemed to be caught in his throat and soon he was hyperventilating.

     Shadows crept over his vision as he felt himself slowly fall closer to the floor. Only catching himself with his hands, he desperately tried catching a breath.

     The sound of footsteps coming up from the stairs relieved him.

     "I got some food." Evan said, his voice echoing in the hallways.

     Suddenly, he dropped the food and ran over to Jon, who's breathing was slowly beginning to come back to him. "Are you okay?!" He asked Jon, grabbing him by his arms and helping him stand. "What's wrong?"

     Jon felt the world spinning around him, and the shadows became bigger and bigger. "I.." He tried to say. "Evan.." He groaned, reaching out his hand for his friend.

     Evan looked into his eyes, worry filling his entire mind as horrible thoughts of what was happening to Jon crossed his mind. "What is it, Buddy?" He asked anxiously, lifting up Jon's chin to face him.

     Jon reached out and grabbed Evan's wrist. "I..can't..breathe..," He muttered quietly, before feeling the shadows fill up he space he used to see in.