Apocalypse Has Ended

SEQUEL TO OUTBREAK STORY, IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE OUTBREAK YET, PLEASE EXIT THIS AND READ FIRST SO YOU COULD CONNECT TO THE STORY WELL.

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FRANK'S POV

Finally, it was the end of the apocalypse. I was sitting here alone on the beige couch and the curtains were blowing and flying across the wall. I was always thinking about my friend who died however, I think that I should be the one who got died.

I quickly sat on the chair and start opening my notebook. I wanted to write for him who risked his life to let me saved. I got my ball pen ready and about to write. 

The zombie arose from the dead and I was here standing at the middle of the quiet road. When I saw a person getting near me, I went near him too. I was completely shocked when I found out that he was a person who eats. I know it was true, they were zombies.

Luckily, I saw an equipment shop that was filled with blood all over the place. The place got everything I need to survive. Suddenly, someone broke the silence, he was opening his mouth to ready himself to eat me, but I got a large rifle that was for me to defend myself from danger. I triggered the rifle and I closed my eyes because I couldn't kill a person-- it wasn't my instinct. I pressed it, I pressed! I killed the zombie! 

When I killed the zombie, more of it came. It was like ten or more of them. I grabbed the magazines and other equipments. I put the pistol at my pocket and I saw a bag, while I was getting the bag, I was shooting the zombies randomly. There, I got the bag and placed all the things I needed. After I got all the items, I quickly ran outside and went for help.

As I shouted, I thought I was causing more trouble. The sounds I emitted were luring the zombies, now they were going after me. I saw no survivor. I can't find one, I lost my relatives, my friends and especially my family.

I actually ululated so if there's a chance a person might hear it, it would be my chance. I was nearly caught by the zombies but someone shouted back and said, "Here. Go here." I quickly went there and finally, it was really my chance. 

I entered his creaky old house, but I never minded the ugly house of his. I just thought that I was free and no one could touch me anymore. I felt that he was jealous because of the weapons I brought. I thought he wanted to have one but he was not still ready to handle the gun. He had no experience holding a gun, but playing video games might be an experience. Video games were actually a HUGE difference from expectation to reality.

I stopped writing, my eyes were getting teary. I closed the notebook and slept for a while. 

I had a dream, it was him. The guy who saved my life! The scenery of my dream was white and it seemed like Heaven.

"Don't worry, I'm okay." He said, smiling at me.

"Why did you do it?" I replied, crying in front of him. I left my eyes sobbing.

"I wanted to do it, it was my time. I already overcame my fear, and my fear was getting scared by the zombies. And I thought that zombies were not suited to live in your world. I wanted to help you-- help you live. I had no future left, I wanted peace. I saw you were strong and tough, I wanted to be like you too. I sacrificed." He explained, still grinning at me.

I cried a lot when he explained it. I didn't know he was that good. I didn't expect he would sacrifice himself for a stupid person like me, I thought.

"Don't worry, it's no big deal." He added.

I woke up, my heart pounded faster. When I woke up, I still cried and I didn't know why.

I began to finish the writings I made. I opened my notebook and as I was writing, tears fell on the notebook.

After one month, I finally finished it. I published it and it was a hit. Ten million of survivors bought it, and they gladly enjoyed my writing. 

Sadly, I thought of committing suicide and living my life with him in the Heaven. On the easy way, I grabbed a knife, and quickly stabbed myself to death. Blood was scattered along the floor tiles.

The news finally updated itself from the famous author Frank Dablin. 

He killed himself from depression. He said before he died, he left a note: 'I killed myself because of my friend, I wanted to live with him.' He is a hero, the reporter said and about to cry of my courageousness.