Screams of terror pierced the stale, dry, Arizona air. It's only been three days since the nightmare started. I need to leave this place, but I cannot draw the attention of the flesh-eaters. I learned my mistake once, lost someone close to me due to a stupid mistake; but I gained the security guard's firearm and flashlight. Seath's body was no longer alive, nor was it dead...it was undead. I had to do what was right to save myself, even if it meant sacrificing the ones I hold dear. Love and sanity doesn't last in the apocalypse. Before I creaked open the door I checked my backpack to make sure I still have enough food and water for my journey. My sketchpad laid on the floor outside of my reach from the door, my sanity linked to my drawings. The one thing that survives in the apocalypse is insanity. To be sane in the insanity is the most insane thing to do, but in the world of kill or be killed, you do what is right. My drawings kept me grounded, I need them to stay sane. The creaking door opened as I slide outside of my shelter. My one hope is I didn't draw the attention of the flesh-eaters as I grabbed my sketchpad during my escape. I pray to whatever greater being(s) that are out there, protect me till the end; protect me on my journey to the pig farm my mother always told me about.
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Senior Year - A Collection of Work
DiversosA compilation of all the writings I have done my senior year of high school.
