Apocalypse Dreams

Apocalypse Dreams: Timeline

"Hey," I said while closing the door behind me and approaching Red. He was busy staring out at the house across the street. It was so silent outside that no crickets or any other critters could be heard.

"Yeah?" he replied while looking at me.

"Do you think everything's back to normal now?" I asked. "You know... with most of them dead."

"No," Red said while taking a deep breath. "But I'm just trying to survive."

"Yeah, I keep hearing that a lot," I chuckled.

Red laughed and looked at me, "It's funny, but it's true."

"So what else have you been up to this past few weeks?" I asked.

"Just listening to Lydia cry... and thinking about Baton Rouge," Red replied. "Cady used to assure me that it would be freedom. Freedom from savagery and fear."

"Fear..." I said, "That's an interesting one. "But it might just be possible."

"Maybe not," Red replied softly. "We both know that our group is dying. Soon, we will just fight to make it there."

Red maybe was correct with his assertion and it seemed as though it was rational at this point in time due to all the evidence surrounding the idea. The group had been dying from the day that it had been formed. Probably an upwards number of approximately twenty-five had boiled down to a handful. The reason why we had not continued with this journey was because of Lydia, who was still mourning, and Jack would not leave without her. In addition to that, Red had lost interest in going to Baton Rouge after Cady died.

"I don't think it will come down to that," I replied.

"Don't be naive," Red said. "It's just a matter of time until it's one of us left standing."

"I guess we'll just have to see about that," I said while staring out at the houses across from us. The lack of light gave off a depressing vibe, something that used to never be present. Previous nights of restlessness was not present due to the fact that it had been a while since we had been on the run, therefore, we finally had a break from all the craziness. "But nobody in the group is that dangerous that they will be a danger to others."

"I'm just talking about Jack," Red replied while staring at me with a vengeful look in his eyes.

"Are you good?" I asked.

"I don't know," Lydia replied. "It's all Jack's fault."

"I... I don't know about that," I replied. "There was a limit to the choices that we actually had in the heat of the moment."

"There is always a way," Lydia said as she settled down on her bed. Her eyes were red, as if she had been itching them all day long.

"Will you ever forgive him?" I asked while leaning against the door.

"No," she replied while constantly adjusting her mattress, or whoever the owner was before they met their inevitable demise.

Looking at the clues surrounding the room and the house, there were pictures of an old couple that lived here with their daughter. They seemed like a decent family that apparently made sure that their house was tidy, especially during a chaotic time like this.

Even though the topic of discussion had been overwhelmingly sad, it was nice to catch up with Lydia, whom I hadn't spoken to in a really long time. Everyone seemed to be on their own this past few weeks. It was even difficult to determine what day of the week it was or what month it was, however, one thing was certain, it had been a very long time.