The Modern Day Apocalypse

chapter 3

Work in progress

November 15th 2020

I was walking back from a busy shift at work in the restaurant and was quite tired though it was only 8pm. It was already dark but the colourful Christmas lights were already up and made it bright enough to see. My phone had run out of battery so I couldn't listen to my tunes like I usually do on the way home. I walked past the Tesco metro which is about half way home and I heard shouting then a few screams, people ran out and a lady threw up on the pavement next to me. I didn't want to get involved but I'm also a rather nosy person so I walked a bit further on and made it look like I was tying my shoe lace. I then looked in the window of the shop and tried to look at whatever was going on, I became confused as to what it was I was seeing when the realisation hit and I instantly felt sick to my stomach. Blood; it was spattered in great amounts across the windows. Turning away quickly I decided to get home as fast as I could. As I half-jogged, half-ran home thoughts fluttered though my head, Should I call the police? Had I just heard and witnessed the aftermath of a murder? Surely not, it's Inverness, it's a safe city. Maybe it was a druggie that had gone psycho, I've seen that happen a few times here.
As I reached my building and entered, I decided I wouldn't call the police, I figured that seen as there was quite a few people that had left the store they would've been called by now. Seen as I didn't have any actual proper information on what had happened I decided it was best to not get involved. I wondered if it would be announced in the news so I could find out what had actually happened.

I didn't feel like eating tonight. I knew I was breaking the pact I had with my therapist, and Diane; the lady that runs the 'eating disorders anonymous' group that I'm part of, but my night had been a little more eventful than usual so I figured they wouldn't be too mad. Plus I had been good all week so I figured it was okay. I set the kettle to boil for a cup of tea and scrolled through my Facebook while I waited. Recently the conspiracy theory group I'm a part if had had a huge spike in the amount of new members joining and the amounts of posts. It made my newsfeed feel like I was on the group's feed instead. I enjoyed reading what other people were conspiring as the radio and papers these days seemed to only have good news, rememberances and fake articles... Which is great but after all the crime, suicides and violence that had taken place during the isolation it felt weirdly quiet.