Eschaton

1. Motum

Chapter 1: Motum

Thursday, March 12-13, 2017.

People had always asked Edward why she goes to the gym every day of the week. And every time, she'd imagine a post apocalypse world where they'd be chased by zombies. Every time she would smile and shake her head and say 'why not?' And every time the questioner would walk away with a bored expression, speechless.

She'll always imagine the excitement and blood and horrors of the apocalypse. The imagination was almost like an addiction- being able to fall into a wonderful world of her own within her head. She liked to imagine, to daydream, to picture the perfect scenario and perfect deaths. Was she training her physical body for good purposes? Or was everything simply just a figment of her imagination? She never knew.

It was an average night. Edward sat on her bed. The room dark and an iPad screen illuminating her face. She laid there reading fan fictions from friends and online. These short books and pictures were mostly where she got the idea of a zombie apocalypse from. And unlike most people, it didn't scare her. She would often laugh at them, with the characters always making idiotic decisions. But besides the humor of stupidity; the bloodshed and the chases and the deaths filled her with excitement, it did a better job than anything to feed her imagination.

The girl started to gorge down chips that she sneaked from the kitchen, not caring about the fact that she had worked out today to get rid of what she considered 'extra body fat'. As her eyes were focused on the screen, she saw something out side move lightly. She looked up abruptly to see her collection of knifes rumbling from their stands, along with other things scattered across the nightstand. It wasn't uncommon for things to shake in her house, since there was a train near her house, which shook everything whenever it passed. But the only difference this time was that there was no roaring engine of the train.

After the loud rumble, Edward made her way down stairs and to the back of the house. She opened the sliding glass door and breathed in the cold crisp air as she stepped out. It was dark, the night air filled with the scent of spring flowers and cold dew. There was no sight of the train, not even a head light in the distance.

Over her shoulder, she focused her eyes upon a glass of water that laid beyond the glass door. The cup on the wooden table still rippled, but still, with no sign of the train. "I like trains" she thought silently to herself.

But as she stood, there was an odd sensation that washed over her, it was as if the air around her had moved. She went inside with a somewhat confused feeling, a sick wave suddenly hitting her stomach, followed by a headache. She started to feel nauseous within a matter to minutes, then rushed over to her sink.

Coughs and gags came from her throat as she started to throw up. Tears appearing in the corner of her eyes, and as if it had taken ages, the sick feeling finally went away. The girl rested her elbows on the sink's counter, her dark brown hair dangling from her head. She panted with a dazed expression- throwing up wasn't something she did on a daily basis, even when she was sick.

Half an hour later the awful feeling had subsided, but she still felt a small sensation of it throughout the night. She'd checked her watch despite the iPad in her hand, it was 22:47, still early for bed, but she laid down anyways, thinking about what had happened to her a few minutes earlier.

Millions of possibilities ran through her head about what could of happened. Many of the situations however were very illogical. She probably read too much nonsense fan fictions today, and she gave it her best to brush off the odd feelings and random thoughts from her head.

She didn't know how long she'd been sleeping when she woke up to her blaring alarm, but then again, she never really did. Rolling over lazily and pressing the snooze button, she scrambled up slipped into her usual black clothing. There was really no reason why she had an alarm set. She'd always wake up about five minutes before her alarm, and in addition to that, her dad would always come to wake her up right after that. But still, day after day, she set it anyways.