December 22, 2008

12:09 a.m.

Somewhere in Toronto, Canada

The camera moved just slightly until it was perfectly adjusted to view the empty chair in front of it.

A red haired girl came into the picture and sat down in the chair. She folded her legs, sitting proper as if recording some type of audition tape.

It took her a moment to speak. The camera easily picked up her hesitance. She just sat their, proper, fixated on an object off screen.

She inhaled, then exhaled, and looked at the camera.

"Hi, I'm Ellie Nash. Student of Toronto U….former student of Toronto U." the girl shifted in her seat. "Uh… I really don't know what I'm doing here to be honest. I usually try to stay away from a camera when one's around; in fact, I'm probably like in two out of the 300 pictures in my grandmother's Family Photo Album." The girl softly giggled. "But I guess something in me told me to do this video. I don't know what… but it feels like this is necessary."

The girl looked down to her lap.

"Necessary, because…pretty soon I think I'm gonna die." She looked back up at camera.

"A few days ago, something happened. Me, my friends, we don't know what or why, but it happened." She eased back a few strands of red hair behind her ears. "If you're watching this tape, you know what 'it' is." She gulped.

"Anyway…at this point it's getting pretty clear where this is going; for me and my friends and this tape. As each day goes by, we see more of them; walking the streets, looking for the nearest survivors to feed on." The red head straightened up in the chair.

"As far as we've seen, that's us. My friends and the two other survivors we picked up a few days ago."

"It's scary, thinking you may be the last few people on earth, while everyone… everything else is out to get you." Her voice trembled. "We're even pondering whether or not to just give ourselves up to them, or keep fighting to stay alive." Ellie looked down to her hands and began fiddling with the rubber bands around her wrists.

"They keep asking me, what do I want? How do I feel? I just… I just want this to be over. I want to be home, with my mom, staring up at the Led Zeppelin Poster hanging over the head board of my comfy bed." tears began to stream down her cheeks, she sniffled.

"But that won't happen," she looked at the camera. "I doubt that'll ever happen." She sniffled again.

"So where does that leave me. Bitter survival? Or sweet, sweet death?" she stared at the camera, tears continued down her face.

"If you're looking at this tape…You tell me what I chose."

Static.