Calamity (discontinued)

I

(A/N: I'm going to try and keep (Y/N) gender neutral, so the pronoun "they" will be used.)

Seán sat up from his lounge chair and turned off the news. It was the same thing everyday: reminders for survival, flight schedules, the weather, and sports.

They used old clips from sport games and played them at the end of every broadcast. It gave people a break from what was happening. But the people knew they were just reruns, new games would probably never happen again.

He turned around to see Evelien leaning on the door frame. She looked worried.

"What's the matter?" Seán asked.

"The zombies are in Amsterdam..." she sighed. She looked at Seán.

"I want to go to my parents, Seán."

He walked over to her and leaned on the other side of the door frame. "Okay. Well...how are you gonna do it?"

"I'll take my car and go on a ferry. It'll only take about an hour and a half. I'm gonna stay there until this passes. No matter how long it takes."

Seán rubbed his arms from the goosebumps rising on them. "At least let me come with you."

"Who would watch the cats, and the house? We might not be able to pay bills, and if that happens we might lose it in the middle of a fucking zombie outbreak and then-"

"Woah! Calm down, hon. Nothing's going to happen. We're going to be fine. If you just want to go by yourself, you can. It's okay. I'll stay here." Seán said, trying to reassure Evelien.

Evelien stood there, still leaning against the door frame but this time hunched over and panting. Her eyes started to dart everywhere, left to right to left to up to right to down...

Until they stopped. They rested on a particular spot: Seán's heart.

He noticed and grabbed her for a hug. "I promise you. It's going to be okay", he whispered.

She let go and ran up the stairs, to what Seán assumed to start packing.

He couldn't even persuade himself what he told her. Now that the zombies were in Europe there wasn't a moments peace, where there was no fear. Now it was nothing but worry and fear. At least that's what was in the inside. Everybody was still their normal selves on the outside. They recommended everyone was to look calm in case the zombies could smell fear. Or sense it.

But, telling by facial expressions, people wanted to react. They wanted to scream and warn everybody, but that would just stir chaos.

As if there wasn't enough of it already.

Seán walked over to the window and peeked out the blinds. There wasn't panic, but he could see people carrying large packs of water or boxes of food to the trunk of their cars. A quiet day that he should let sink in, he thought. It might not last long.

Which reminded him.

2 days earlier he uploaded a video announcing a temporary hiatus for the channel, explaining the news of the first zombie in Europe a week ago. 

It wasn't long until he saw Instagram stories of people crying and begging him to stay. On Tumblr, the usual fanart had stopped.

He wasn't as empathetic about it as he thought he should've been. He never said he was leaving. He had never spoken of permanently leaving in the video at all.

A temporary hiatus.

He thought Evelien did the same, but she didn't. She kept her Twitch followers unaware. She wasn't surprised when she kept on receiving Twitter messages: Are you okay? Did you and Seán break up? Have you heard the news in Europe?