Cataclysmic Love

Beginning of the End: April 14, 2022

It's been five years since the outbreak.

So many people have died.

Those grey things that we saw five years ago where dead humans. Otherwise known as zombies. I thought they were fictional but-

They're real.

About five years ago, some scientists in Mexico were curious if zombies could potentially happen. They did some testing.

You know when people get hit in the back of the head and they can go into a coma?

That's what the zombie virus is.

That's what it used to be.

I don't know if I can explain this well enough.

Before the outbreak, if a person went into a coma they were asleep.

Something in that lab went wrong and the sleeping person died. Well they're brain didn't die. They're brain was still working and it got sick, I think. So, like any weak animal it got scared and tried to hunt. It bit people and they thought it was just a wound they could patch up.

They were wrong.

It spread so quickly.

All we knew was that North America, Latin America, and South America got jacked.

We didn't know about Europe, Asia, Australia, Africa and so forth.

I hoped the virus didn't spread over there.

I hoped that it didn't get to Ireland.

I hoped that Spencer was okay.

After three years of being on our own, no electricity, no cities, no government, a new baby, things started to piece back together.

Zombies began to be killed off quickly.

New cities, new government, new life.

Two years ago

I counted the rice in our basement. Brian always saved up rice. He says it's a staple food. He's a smart man, military man.

We have enough for two more months.

I go up the stairs to tell Brian the report. My little sister runs into a wall and starts crying. My mom runs and puts her hand over Ellie's mouth and tries to shush.

"Don't run into walls and you won't get hurt." I say to the two year old.

I'm on my way to Brian when a knock on the front door echoes throughout the house.

Brian walks out of the room quietly and looks at the door.

"Was that the dead knocking?" My mom whispers.

"That sounded clear, like a human hand." My stepdad says. I go over to the window and discreetly look through the blinds. I see an armored truck and a few army looking guys.

"Is the army even still around?" I ask Brian. He walks up to the door and looks through the peephole. He's about to open the door when people bust in.

"There's four alive!" The guy yells. "Is there anything else in this house, alive or dead?" We all shake our heads 'no'. "Okay, well hello. I am General Ethan Stergamt. We have been clearing out areas in hopes of recreating old civilization. How would you guys feel about having hot showers again?"

I remember that day. In a few days we received running water. A few months later, electricity was a thing.

And one year later, internet was a reality.

Even though zombies became nonexistent, the virus was airborne. Even if you died, you still came back. That is still a threat.

You can bet your dog that the first thing I did when internet came back was call Spencer.

I went to our texts and see multiple from her.

Spencer
You haven't text me when you got back yet... are you okay? Did something happen???
I miss you, i don't know what happened.
Come back
Please
What happened
Oh
My
God
I hope you're okay
They finally told us what happened
I hate that I can't do anything for you
That's the worst part
I love you

I remembered my eyes watering.

I also remembered the day international calls came back.

I remember when I saw her for the first time. First time I heard her. First time we both cried in front of each other. First time we told each other that we loved each other.

First time we promised that we would meet each other in years, behind a screen.