Zombsania

Part 1.6

FEBRUARY THE 10th:
DAY 9:
For the second time this week I was awaken by the sound of a spray can. Please don't tell me he has another plan for us. It was too soon for my eyes to comprehend the room around me in detail, but I tilted my head downwards, to see his sheets crinkled across his mattress, without him in it. I sat up, the sun out the window contributing to my difficulty to see. To my left, Cara was still asleep. She looked so peaceful and so child like, unconscious to the havoc around us. Oh how nice it would be to forever know nothing about what is going on. I pulled my sheets off, stretching. It was nice here.  It was like I was just sleeping over a friends house - I couldn't see or hear any of the creatures out the windows. I tried to take it in for as long as possible. Tried to take it in, in every way. Breathe it in, stretch though the moment. It was now obvious to me that Luca was not in this room. But the noises of the spray can still echoed through the house. Please tell me he is not vandalizing this poor, most likely dead persons home. I left the warm sheets for the kitchen and dining area. When I entered I saw the walls are no longer the same bare white walls that I had seen last night. Instead my eyes were overwhelmed with vibrant colours. But what I saw was beautiful. It wasn't selfish name tagging, it was real art.

One whole wall was filled with multiple bright, mitchmatched patterns of red blue, light pink, dark pink, yellow, navy blue, sky blue and yellow. It was as though I had just stepped from one room, into a whole new world. It was like that moment from one of my favourite movies and books, 'The Wizard Of Oz". It was a magical movie, beginning in black and white with a character Dorithy and her dog Toto. When a tornado comes her way, her house is thrown into the air and lands in the Land of Oz, a bring coloured happy place full of rainbows, fairies and small people.

Seeing this art on the wall, while somewhat ironic to the situation, where life seems dull, filled me with a feeling I hadn't felt in weeks. Hope.

The dining room table was painted aswell. Vibrant swirls of colour muting together. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Luca was standing on a chair, painting an eye on one of the kitchen cupboards. Even though he was not yet finished, I could already see it beginning to look realistic.
'Dude...' I admired, in awe.
'Oh... Morning.' He said before turning back to continue on his art work.
'This is crazy good.'
'Thanks.' Even though he wasn't facing me I could hear the smile in his voice.
Words mixed throughout the colours on my table caught my eye, I read them aloud, hoping for a clarification from him,' the insane make the world grey so we should me it bright?'
He stopped what he was doing and sat on the chair, I had gained his interest.
'It's pretty straightforward set of worlds,' he laughed and sat farther back in his chair,'I just feel like the whole world has always been grey, grey buildings, grey trains, grey pathways. Now that there's no laws it's like we can claim art and use it to make others happy.'
I squinted my eyes and raised my eyebrows, signalling that I want to know more.
'You walk into a building during this...' He began,' let's call it an apocalypse. So you walk into a building during this apocalypse. Grey walls, grey floor, decorations that would be fit for when life was good, but are pointless now. Seeing this grey nothingness is a reminder of how bad things are, how hopeless you feel. If someone walks into a bright room full of hopeful art and slogans... Well I just hope that my art can inspire someone to keep going and to not give up, you know.'
As he stared at the now colourful walls and talked I could hear the passion behind his voice.
'Ah... I'm rambling.' He stated. Something snapped in him and he suddenly had his tense jaw and expressionless face again.
'No I think your ideas are great,' I confirmed.
He gave me a slight smile, before Care walked in.
She smiled a tired and unamused smile at the walls.
'Neat,' she said unenthusiastically.
He nodded his head, his thoughts clearly somewhere else.
He looked at the ground as he spoke,'Are you guys ready to leave soon?'
'But... You just painted all that... If your going to leave then... What's the point?' Asked Cara.
He began shoving spray cans into his backpack,'It's not for me, it's for other people to stumble along to and get some hope.' He stopped what he was doing and looked her dead in the eye,' art will survive, but artists won't,' he shrugged,'I guess I'm just leaving a piece of me behind.'
Cara seemed kinda confused. I think it would take her a while to process all those words, so I continued to do the talking.
'Where are we going though? I thought this place was nice.'
'Nice, yes, but it would be much better with some lights and a working oven. We're going to turn the power on... That is if you do want to come?' He asked.