its the end of the fucking world (a zombie apocalypse story)

Chapter 1

You stared at the empty twin bed for what felt like a few hours. You swore you could see all the bugs and germs that were planted on the ruffled, unkempt, bedsheets, this was the winning reason for why, you hated hotels, apartments, sleepovers, you get the drift. You were a germaphobe, like a big germaphobe.  You didn't want to be here right now, stuck in a musty hotel room, you felt like a prisoner, arrested for killing some hobo at a Mardi gras party, then inconspicuously cleaning up the remaining evidence, blood, clothes, weaponry, then sneaking out at 3am to dump the body in a dumpster behind a shady looking pizza hut.

Your kindergarten best friend Evelyn had dragged you along here, she wanted to go to a concert, a band of wich I don't even like, nor remotely tolerate,that didn't stop her from trying though. I eventually gave in, after a ton of begging and deeds she promised she would do. is she going to do the deeds though? probably not, she still hasn't paid me back the 20 dollars she owes me from when I paid for her meal at a restaurant cause she "forgot her wallet at home" , and she still has my sweater stored away in her closet from last year, it's probably crushed underneath a bunch of boxes and shoes, she could be the next contestant on that disturbing hoarders show with all the junk she "claims" she needs.

She had abandoned you last night, just like all your dates when they find out your crazy and fear that your going to stab them with a fork while you eat a nice homemade meal on your 1 year anniversary. You guessed she was out hooking up with random scruffy, drunk guys, it was the most educated guess you could produce at the moment.

'What was man 37's name again? , Andre , Andrew, Ashton'

Screw it. If she gets stabbed repeatedly and stuffed in a large, airtight, plastic garbage bag and then gets thrown in the river and rushed away by the winding current in the dead of night, it's not my problem to deal with.

Evelyn didn't want to start a family, she had always expressed how much she hated even just the idea of it.
'Stupid bitch'
If you keep jumping on every guy you see like he's a swingset, it's bound to happen sooner or later. You were waiting for it to happen, just so you could give her a 2 hour, maybe even 3, long "mom lesson" on what happens when you turn into a country slut, of course she would probably just tune out your very much needed lesson.

You knew Evelyn would be returning soon, she would stumble into the hotel room, wasted, ruffled, and overall just plain messed up, she
would go on babbling about the night she had, then she would stumble onto her bed and pass out for a few good hours before she steals all the tylonel in the cupboards to cure her pounding  hangover.

'You know what..' you planned. I'll just leave, she does it to me all the time'

You grinned to yourself. Your plan wasent the best, it was actually relatively stupid. Evelyn wouldn't care, she's probably drunk out of her goddamn mind, she's honestly not going to realize your missing.

'Whatever'

'I'm doing it anyways'
You shot up from your paradise of pillows you had constructed on your sagging bed last night at 12:36.
You groaned as you vision blurred up, it looked as if someone had attempted to smear chapstick all over your eyes, in a attempt to fog up your vision, probably in a an attempt to kidnap you and lock you in their stuffy basement.

You let your head sink to your chest  for a brief second before your wrecked vision cleared up.
You blinked at the sunlight shifting through the once clean, silky curtains that drifted over a glass door like a running waterfall. You ripped your gaze away as you  swung your legs over the ledge of your sinking bed.

The scratchy yarn from the knitted carpet crept up your toes and
You shimmied your aching body over to the vanity. You couldn't leave looking like a complete wreck now could you. You ran your hand through you matted hair and gazed into the glass mirror.