Apocalypse

Chapter One

A note to the reader: a guide to this story, including outfits, gear, and more, is located on my profile under 'Apocalypse Guide'.

A year ago. That's when we thought we were going to be ok. A year ago, when we went from a red zone to a yellow zone. A year ago, when shops began opening, stores went back in business, restaurants began letting us in. A year ago, where some took off their masks, some braved the outdoors, some met with friends and scheduled parties and had hope. A year ago, when maybe, maybe it would be over soon...

How wrong we were...

On June fourth, 2020, the quarantine we'd all become used to was finally lifted. On that day we celebrated, cheered, invited friends over and hugged and cried because it was over. It was finally over. I hosted a huge pool party with countless friends, and all night we swam and we danced and we lived. We had a massive bonfire, and we sang to the night sky because we made it. We got through it. We survived.

But our celebrations were short. Because on July twentieth, the red zone was reinforced due to some new, and vital information.

The Covid-19 virus had not disappeared, but mutated. It had turned into something that nobody had ever seen before, and it was twice as contagious. But that wasn't it. In August, over one million people had been infected with the virus, and were showing terrifying symptoms: severe dizziness, inability to hold food down for more than five minutes, nausea, and inability to complete simple tasks such as writing, walking, or even talking. They couldn't walk straight, and rather took staggering steps if they even had the strength to do so.

In September, the number had tripled, and was spreading throughout the entire world at a rapid pace. We were ordered inside, and anyone who even stepped outside was immediately stopped and issued a warning. Scientists scrambled to find a cure, a vaccination, something. But test after test went by, and they never found anything. Meanwhile, those suffering from the virus began taking on interesting characteristics. They were losing emotions, and their skin and eyes were becoming discolored. They developed a difficulty speaking, and often expressed themselves through grunting and gurgling noises.

I'm sure you can guess where this virus is heading. And you're absolutely right...

Because on October 6th, at 6:34 AM, they released the new name:

The Zombie Virus.

I remember my exact location when I heard this. I was sitting on the couch, and the fear that rose in my chest was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. My parents attempted to assure us that it was just a virus, and we were safe. They talked about how it was stupid of them to name it that, and assured my sisters and I that we were ok.

But in November, the victims began leaving their houses, breaking out of hospitals, and the virus spread like wildfire from there.

By December, it became official:

We were in the middle of the zombie apocalypse.