I shoot straight up in my cot, hitting head on the hard, low ceiling of the basement below of the house my family used to live in. My breathing comes hard, the combination of impact and my nightmare-- well, my reoccurring memory, that is.
It has been occurring every night since It took out my mom, along with everyone else in the world's population nearly a year ago. Somehow, It didn't spread to me. I wonder why. I feel guilty because it didn't take me...
I push that thought far back in my mind and decide to get moving. I have to find food, and that means ravaging through the houses outside of my neighborhood-- since I have gotten everything here already.
With a sigh, I crawl my way to the stairs; there is no way to stand up down here. It still hurts to see my house, that's why I stay in the basement. I have to go up here at least four times a week to make sure no animals have gotten in, and to check my food supply. In this case, it is very low. With a look outside, I realize it is snowing; so I bundle up and go on my way to find a new street that has canned or frozen food, since anything else would have went bad by now.
Walking these streets everyday twice a day for nearly a year... I could walk them blind. I begin to sing out loud, something I do a lot because I can't handle the quietness of the world. It's not like anyone will hear me, anyway. I think to myself as the clacking of my boots match with my song. It's enough to entertain me. Ever since everyone... left... there isn't any television, and the internet is pointless. I keep hoping that I'll find someone, anyone to keep me company nowadays. Nonetheless, I find no one.
A break in the road brings me back to the real world. I look up to the street sign, just barely legible as it has been spray painted over: Park Ave. I went straight yesterday, so why not go left today? Something new...
One, two, three, four, five, six... I count the houses as I pass; the ones I've already searched. Finally, after I count fifteen, I go up to the door; it's locked. That's odd... I go around, looking for any sign of an entrance, finally deciding to break one of the windows with a rock, crawling in through the window. The house looks... lived in. It must have housed one of the last to survive, besides me. It's rather creepy, so I hurry and find the freezer and find it full of frozen meat. Jackpot! I look around for a bag, finding a small duffle bag and fill it full of the meat, not being able to fit all of it, I remind myself to come back.
Before I reach the back door, something hits me hard in the back of the head, causing me to tumble and hit my head hard against the floor. That's all I remember before my vision goes black.
