Crestfallen Seraph

My Haze of Reality

Did you lost what won't return?
Did you love but never learn?
The fire's out but still it burns
And no one cares,
Cause No one's there..
     - Flares ( The Script)

Shana's POV

I woke up with the familiar sound of my alarm clock, exactly 7 am. It's funny why would I bother using an alarm clock when I was the only human left in this world and knowing that I could have all the time that I could get?

August 15 2032. It had been 2 years since the so called Apocalypse had happened. I'd still remember how me and my friends used to talk about being the last trace of humanity, we probably broke  out to every mall wearing all the branded clothes out there and burn the white house ,such childish dreams. It won't be funny when your the one facing it now, for real.

A 17 year old girl ALONE.

My stomach aches as I recalled I haven't eaten anything for almost 48 hours. Well, you now breakfast, lunch, or dinner doesn't bother me now.

I grumble as I opened my floury creaked cabinet on which I pile up  stocks just to find nothing but a single sachet of Nescafe black that expires 2 days earlier. Seems like I already consumed my Oatmeal obliviously this past days. My last hunt for meat doesn't go well since even the naive animals had been affected with the virus and my stocks of fish had run out . I made up my mind to go fishing for food after I finish my cup of expired coffee.

I let go of a wicked smile as I realize how natural things flow at this period of my life. It had already been 2 years since the virus had spread getting all of the people and leaving me here alone on Earth.

Where and how the virus started I exasperatedly don't know, I woke up from my tediously coma and wanting to go back again , not wanting to live to this messed up Earth.
I had been asleep for almost 5 years and when finally I could open my eyes again nothing was left for me to be cherished.

The hissing sound of the now boiling water drove me back to the reality. I took a sip from my black coffee and tasted nothing seems like my tongue had been numb for not tasting anything. I feel the sudden rush of vomit as my stomach rejected the acidic taste of the liquid I take.
Ok this was getting to down to my nerves. I should go hunt.

For the past two years hunting and killing had been my hobby and surviving had become my reason for staying alive. My hand shakes as I realize I have to face the outside world again and as I wipe the cold sweat that scape down from my forehead . A realization had formed I hate being alive.

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   So I'm not really hoping for readers since I just write this story for my grades. I'm not also good at writing stories so please bare with it. I'm just a beginner. I just hope my first ever story wasn't messed up.

I hope this story would be just  fine with you ma'am Wenefee 😅