❝ no flex zone! no flex zone! no flex zone! these silly niggas flexing it's a no zone, you gon' be floatin' in dem rivers like you known joan - island gyal, donald trump want me go home, still pull up with my wrist lookin' like a snow cone! ❞
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you felt your heart lurch with relief when you saw your beige house in front of you. after intense minutes of painful running you had never been more glad to see your drab home.
you limped quickly over to your residence, almost tripping on a roll of newspaper that had been thrown onto your front yard.
"please, let her be home, please." you begged to whatever deity might hear your prayers, as you opened the front door slowly.
you were greeted by your empty living room ─ your vacant but beat up sofa with dusty pillows being set on them, a small wooden table that was propped in front of the sofa; with your tv remote on it. pictures of your family hung around the walls, antiques and family treasures hooked everywhere.
you walked over to the the table, snatched the remote up, and turned on your tv. you flicked through kids shows and cooking channels before settling on the news.
you had to make sure of this.
a frightened, blonde lady who looked like she was in her mid 30s, was speaking unsteadily. unusually quiet.
"... as of February 21st, a fatal concoction that Fairbanks Lab of Connecticut had created to get earthly responses from natural resources has gone terribly wrong. as we speak, me and my team are inside a military facility to protect us from the forces outside. this science experiment that the government allowed has been spread across the country, and it's been affecting the atmosphere negatively.
nature itself is dying, and the air is becoming polluted slowly. it's been predicted that our air will be unbreathable by winter.
as for humans, we can't even begin to explain.
apparently, the chemical infiltrates the human brain and interrupts it's natural flow of balancing human needs, obviously resulting into a horrible fate. people who are affected by this are driven insane, cannibalistic, and even mutate into grotesque forms.
if this goes on, it is said that ten years from now, the entire world will be infected by this infestation.
and america, would be ground zero of the apocalypse."
"that's it?" you whisper shouted in frustration to yourself. "that's all? how do we protect ourselves from the infected? is there even a cure, or vaccine?"
you felt like screaming in frustration, as a leftover sliver of fear was still lining your heart. you couldn't actually believe this was happening. how did this happen? this was something out of a freak show.
you pinched your arm, hoping you would wake up on your creaky mattress while staring up at your ceiling with the dingy lightbulb hanging.
when that didn't happen, you felt your heart break.
of course it wasn't a stupid nightmare though. what you saw back at school was real, that thing ─ it killed your teacher.
you felt your stomach turn as you remembered the beast's ugly features, and you tried not to puke. your disgust was overtaken by dismay when you reminisced the monster sprinting towards you, it's mouth agape and head twitching as bile and foam leaked out from its mouth. it was the scariest thing you'd ever seen.
it was even more terrifying that monster could've been a next door neighbor or an innocent mom affected by the disease.
mom, you repeated in your head, feeling like you were forgetting something.
"mom!" you screamed, running to the kitchen immediately.
empty.
you sprinted upstairs, ignoring the sharp stab of pain in your knee as you barreled into her room.
empty.
you ran into her bathroom, hoping and praying that she was taking her usual bubble baths.
empty.
with one last shred of belief, you staggered to your room, you hoped that your mom was just being nosy and decided to invade your privacy.
but alas, like the others, empty.
you felt like breaking down for like the sixth time today, but then you reassured yourself.
she's at work, y/n, don't panic, she'll back ─ you checked your blue watch on your wrist ─ in 8 hours.
"fuck!" you screamed. "so much could happen by then!"
you sighed angrily, before stomping into your room and grabbing your empty duffel bag from on top of your book shelf and began to stuff it.
underwear, durable clothing, pads, soap, deodorant, and sunscreen.
it was full to the brim, and you zipped it shut and sighed.
you took off your jeans, and exchanged for a pair of cargo pants. then unbuttoning your top, taking off your bra, and walking to your drawer.
there was a roll of sports tape hidden in there, and you wrapped it around your chest, securing yourself.
you snatched a red top that was a little big for you and put it on quickly. you grabbed the duffel bag before leaving your room and entering your mom's.
you entered her closet and grabbed her hiking backpack, which was filled with useful essentials like a map, compass, hiking boots, bug spray, and a flashlight.
you sighed to yourself, before heading out of her room. you ventured to the kitchen, grabbing two lunchboxes and filling them up with food. sandwiches, water, candy, leftovers, chips, and more.
you hooked those lunchboxes on your shoulder, before leaving the kitchen immediately. you headed out to the front door, but stopped once you saw your reflection in your tv.
you looked . . . prepared.
after a few seconds of accepting your new look, you headed out the door, feeling the warm sun hit you. you sat down at your patio, looking out into the street.
