How Everything Goes To Hell In A Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 1: Day 0

Day 0

Boring. Everyday boring. Why couldn't I have something fun in my everyday routine? How hard can it be?

I rolled over and sighed, everyday it was the same. Get up, go to school, go home, go to bed. Nothing new ever. I sucked in a breathe and stared at the wall, waiting for it to do something fun. What do I have to do to get some fun around here, rob a bank? The island I lived on was named Zuri, a speck inbetween North and South America. A small island, overpopulated with criminals and  trash. That's all these people were. Crimes every day, it's like the world dumped off their horrible people here, with the acception of a few. Not to mention it was always hot as hell, and you know the heat makes people crazy. Put thousands of overheatted, poor people on a small island, your going to get a society of criminals. All supposedly god fearing people, but I wasn't into the whole religion thing. I live in the now, I really don't care what happens to me after I die, but while I'm living I'm sure as hell not going to spend my time praying to some man in the sky. What's he gonna do? Strike down all of the bad people on the island? I inwardly snorted, good luck with that. Everyone here was desperate, very desperate. And you know, when people get desperate they do things they wouldn't normally do. I couldn't wait to get off of this dirty little rock and actually do something with my life.

"Elise! time for school." my mom said shaking me rather roughly.

I growled, "I'm already awake."

"Then you should've gotten up." she said curtly, leaving the room.

Blah, blah. I thought and make my way to the bathroom itching my head. 

I slid open the shower door and turned it on to cold. I litterally peeled off my sweaty pajamas and hopped into the shower. Ahhh that feels great. I washed my hair and my body then stepped out grabbing a towel, drying myself off. 

I sifted through my clothes and grabbed the first things that matched, throwing them on then making my way back to the bathroom to dry my hair. I brushed it and drew on my eyeliner, finishing getting ready. I stopped and stared at myself in the mirror.  I had shaggy dark-cherry brown hair and diagnol cut bangs that stopped at my jaw flowing with the rest of my hair  which stopped at the begining of my back. My face was heart shaped, and I had soft facial features, as well as being tan, like most people on the island. I looked up to my eyes, I had long eyelashed and catlike grey eyes. I was average height, and had an average body. Average, that's how you'd describe me, nothing special.

I was wearing light-jean shorts, that rolled up at the bottom, and a white and teal horazontal striped loose fitting shirt that tightened to my waste at the hem. I put on my teal socks and tied my black converses. I sighed, I was seventeen now and couldn't wait to get out of my highschool, all of the kids there were bound to be a bunch of losers anyway and weren't worth the time of the education system. I snorted indwardly, not to mention the girls that were already pregnant.

I grabbed my bag and trudged down the stairs as they cried under my weight, almost begging anyone who was on them to get off. I jumped at the last step and looked up at my mom as she set a plate in front of me.

"Doing anything special today in school?" She smiled.

"Nothing important, just another motivational speaker aimed at the pregnant girls who can't keep their legs shut."

Mom gave me a look of "be nice" and gave a half smile. " Your so negative you know, and you don't always have to be so blunt."

I snorted, "Being negative is one of my best traits mom, and anyways being blunt is what I do, rather than being fake."