24 Days of Apocalypse

Day 1 - School

Hey Fucker,

                Today has been more boring than usual, so I decided to cut classes today. I don’t really feel like torturing my brain in calculus right now.

                I’m at the school roof, hiding behind the bars. I just hope neither of the utilities would come here to clean today, even if she’s Ms. Chris, because I really don’t feel like listening to Ms. Karen, my calculus teacher nag at me when Ms. Chris finally convinced me (which always happens

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Rachel stopped her scribbling on her journal when she saw something suspicious walk towards their school building. She noticed that it’s a person, well, she’s not sure.

It was moving in a strange way, and seems to be more like limping than walking towards the entrance because it’s other leg–which she isn’t sure if it was either left or right–was twisted backwards.

Seeing the telltale signs the supposed to be person are displaying, her mind screamed what it was, but it was just impossible. Movies can’t be real, right? But then again, her best friend Jodie had been convincing her that those things can be fucking possible.

Her thoughts were cut short when she saw one of the utilities, Mr. Anderson, a middle aged-man who they were afraid of for being so grumpy and a hundred-percent unapproachable approached the limping creature. She can hardly hear what the man was saying because of the distance but it obviously shows that the middle-aged man was not happy for the creature’s trespass. It didn’t take a while when Rachel’s suspicions became a fact.

When Mr. Anderson grabbed the being’s shoulders, it turned to his direction and pounced on him. The old man yelped as he was grabbed on the shoulders tightly and bit on the exposed neck.

She watched in wide eyes as the creature devours the old man. It didn’t take long when a security guard approached the scene, holding out his wooden baton. He was swinging it at the being in a warning way which was fully ignored as it stopped in his consuming and limped towards the guard. The guard moved away in instinct, throwing threats when the creature was grabbed from behind by one of the utilities, effectively stopping it when Mr. Anderson’s body moved and grabbed the utility’s leg and started doing the same thing the limping creature did to him minutes ago, letting go of the said creature and starts to fight off Mr. Anderson, which Rachel knew was already futile.

She stared more for five good minutes as the people underneath started eating each other when she remembers her best friend. Oh my God! She needs to get to Jodie!

She slammed the door open and slid on the staircase’s hand rails. It took her three floors down a turn to the left in end of the hallway to reach her calculus class’ classroom.

Turning the knob, she noticed it was locked. She started pounding her fists on the wooden door, enough to shaken it from its hinges. It didn’t take a while when the door was opened, revealing a pissed Ms. Karen.

“Ms. Morto! How dare you-” She never bothered to let the bitch continue her sentence as she ran pass her, towards her friend’s seat. She never bothered to let her at least open her mouth to ask as she grabbed her hand and pulled her out along with her half-empty bag. She ignored her teacher’s threats as she slammed the door close on her. Unfortunately for Ms. Karen, her head was poked half-way outside, which means slamming the door to her face broke her nose.

Jodie, fully confused as to why her friend cuts class then suddenly enters in the middle of it only to fetch her and broke their poor teacher’s nose for it, grabs her hand back, stopping both of them in their fast-paced walk.

“Rachel! What are you doing?” She hisses in annoyance as she glares at her delinquent friend through her glasses.

Rachel’s usual demeanor changed into a petrified one as she grabs both of Jodie’s shoulders tightly and starts shaking her, which she usually does when she is scared which started to scare her as well, for Rachel Agnes V. Morto, their infamous delinquent is never scared of anything, unless it was something she cannot defeat or kill for that matter.

“They’re real, Jo, they’re fucking real.” She started whispering in a shaking voice. Her whole form was shaking, even her lips. Jodie knows that her friend can never play such a trick on her despite their contradicting personalities, as well as because of how big her friend’s ego is. To show such weakness in front of someone including her can loose the respect she earned throughout their whole high school life spending in this school.

And she knows what those things her friend was talking about. Nothing can ever scare Rachel Agnes V. Morto unless it was something she can’t defeat or kill, which in her case are…

“Zombie!!!”  Rachel screamed in a girly way which she never did and hugged her close to her shaking form, as if her friend was trying to protect her despite that it looks like Rachel needs more protecting than she does.

Rachel hugged her friend closer when she saw the vile thing walk slowly towards them as it groans loudly, it’s arms stretched, as if trying to grab them.

She was scared. And never in her fucking fucked up life did she felt such fear crawl all over her body, sending shivers that makes her body shook in the most embarrassing thinkable ways ever. She wanted to make a run for it, but Jodie is never the sporty type, Jodie can slow her down. Will she leave Jodie? Or will she just take Jodie with her?

Questions ran in her mind, giving the vile thing move closer towards them. When it was an inch distance, she made up her mind.

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E/N: I thought that the apocalypse can start at school since five times a day, an average teenager spends most of their day at school, and adults at their work, and since my protagonist is a sixteen year old, she’s at school. Even if she is a delinquent, she have a friend to hang out with so she rather cuts the class she hates and still be able to be with her when they go home. Their histories and abilities will be explained in later chapters. And yes, our protagonist writes in her diary. /punch’d

Actually, if I were her, I would just leave Jodie and run for my life. I mean it. I hit my brother once with an air gun straight in the head once when he pretended to be a zombie again. It was of course painful that he almost cried because it was an air gun and it was as long as a rifle. Hey, he was lucky I didn’t shot him because I was shocked. I mean, he’s a good actor especially with the moaning and groaning, not to mention he crawls like the one in “The Ring” with his pupils raised up[in my bed]! But he forgave me in the end. IT WAS HIS FAULT IN THE FIRST PLACE, WHY DO I NEED TO BE FORGIVEN?

I told them a hundred times that even if they are my friends and family, I will not hesitate to kill them when they become one. I almost slam my seven year old cousin’s head onto the wall when she played ‘zombie’ on me.

I even have an escape plan in case zombies did come to our school. Ask my friend, if you want. Though she neither have an account nor reads here. I proved to her that my 3rd year classroom is not safe to refuge on when zombies attack. I even made a demonstration [I’m the victim and she’s the zombie, vice-versa] to defend my theory [thesis?].

nov_ember18, ask Anna and [hopefully] she might remember. And I know you know about my paranoia.

…OR MAYBE I NEED A PSYCHIATRIC TREATMENT?