When The Light Fades

No one expects the end of the world. You can never anticipate the end of everything. It's so sudden, so jarring. Suddenly you realize that nothing mattered, you question the point of everything. Saving up all that money, doing those extra shifts, studying so hard. It all becomes insignificant and the most important thing becomes survival. Part of me thinks that's the way it should be, that passing an exam shouldn't be so important, but staying alive and being alive should be. We take our existence for granted, individually and as a human race. We don't appreciate what we have until it's gone; and when it's gone, it really truly is, gone. It just had to take the end of the world for people to realize.

Everyone remembers the place they were when it happened, to them at least anyway. It spread differently, at different rates. At first the cause of this infection was unknown, but then the culprits were revealed. We trusted the government - at least the majority of us did - and they caused this. They tried to play God, blurring the lines between life and death, trying to bring people back from the brink. Things got out of hand and now those who die only return, but they aren't the same. Their bodies rot, just like the dead, but they're animated and they search for fresh flesh with an insatiable hunger, and that's how it spreads. All it takes is a bite and then, slowly, you turn into one of them. I've seen it happen, too many times, and I've lost too many people. I remember when I was little my Grandpa died and I wished for him to come back, I wished that everybody I loved would never die; I guess wishes have a funny way of coming true.