It’s been twelve years since the world ended. I’m starting to forget things, and every year it gets harder to remember. I had to search through fifteen houses to find a laptop that still functions. What happened to them all? Before the end, everyone I know had at least one, and sometimes two or three laptops. My fingers are starting to remember how to do this. I’m nowhere near the hundred fifteen words per minute I used to be able to type though.
I suppose if I’m penning my memoirs, I should introduce myself. My name is Victor Tookes. I’m fifty-two years old. If all had gone according to my plan, I would be retiring this year, or at least taking a consulting position for three more years until my son Max graduated from High School.
Max is the reason we’re alive today, and he’s the reason we continue to live. He had just turned three a few months before z-day.
That Day. The “D” will always be capitalized in my head when referring to it. The memory of that Day is forever seared in my mind. The Day I lost almost everything. The Day the world ended. I’m telling this story for future generations, so that they may know what I’ve learned through all of this. I’m recording the events for posterity, so the world will remember.
This is the story of my second life, my memories of the days after the apocalypse.
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What Zombies Fear
HorrorThis book is about a father's quest in the zombie apocalypse. When Victor Tookes went to work that beautiful spring day, he never expected to see a man eaten alive in the street in front of his office. After convincing himself that they really were...
