I'm walking down a dark street. It's foggy, and the air is sticking on to me. It's so thick, and it's hard to breathe. The streets are grey, and wet. It just got done raining and it still smells like rain. There's a solid building in the rubble, and the rest of the ruined buildings. It's a diner. There's a light on. It starts thundering and I decide to go inside. It's warm the second I walk through the door, but there's something wrong. It feels like something's fallowing me, watching me. I jump on the table that people would sit at. I bend down and pick up some of the food that was splattered on the floor. I grab a pancake that's still warm and shove it into my mouth. I walk into the back, and swing my backpack around and start grabbing all the things I can find that won't go bad. Granola bars, canned food, stuff like that. I grab some of the big chopping knifes, and a sharpening pole. I shoved them in my bag, and pushed open the door. When I open the door, there's a person sitting at the end of the bar. He's, I assume it's a he because they're wearing a dark blue, or black, trench coat that flows over the stool they're sitting on. A dark beige hat covering their face. I push back my blonde hair, and take a cautious step toward the stranger. I stop. He smells horrible, like rotting meat. I hear a bubbling sound coming from under the stranger's coat.
"Sir!?" I take another step forward. "Sir are you okay? Are there others who survived?" I pause and wait for an answer. A minute passes and still no answer. I take another step forward, "Sir?"
He looks up at me, and I freeze. Instead of peachy, healthy skin, his skin is white, stark, freshly bleached, crisp hospital sheet white. His skin shlopping off in some places, and his eyes bloodshot. His eyes glazed over, and a cream color. His pupils the size of a pinhead. He opens his mouth, and reveals his blood soaked mouth, and his razor sharp teeth. A shrill shriek escaping his mouth, piercing the air around me. I cover my ears and close my eyes tight. I look up at him, and he's about to pounce. I brace myself, as the man comes at me, snapping his teeth, and trying to claw at me. We fall to the ground, and roll around. I kick the frightening man off of me, and he goes flying across the back of the bar, and smashes into the shelves. Bottles of booze, crash, and shatter around, and on the man. The man stands up, cuts and gouges oozing something that's not blood. It's a thick, gooey, green substance. It drips out of his cuts, and onto the floor, and it starts to eat away the tile. He starts rushing me, and I whip my backpack around, and pull the knife out. I hold it tightly in my hands and I hear a shink noise. I scream and push the horrifying man off me, and take my knife with me. He stands up, the green ooze dripping out of his chest. It doesn't eat away at the knife, I'm guessing it's because it's steal, not tile or anything like that. He comes at me again.
'Why won't you die!?' I step back, and as he comes close, I whip my arm around. The blade of the knife slices through the skin of his neck, the meat, and cartilage too. His head flops to the side, and off the stump of his neck, and the green ooze sprays all over and I dive under the counter for coverage from the acid ooze. I peek out from around the corner, panting, as the table sizzles, and I push my long blonde hair out of reach of the bubbling ooze on the floor. I look down at my hands, and I have a feeling that this is the first time I've killed someone…but it won't be the last.
Well… I think I should start at the beginning. Yesterday was normal the blue sky of my tiny hometown Aaastin only had one cloud in the sky. People were riding their bikes, kids were playing out in the yard, and me and my best friend Finn were laying out in the back yard. His shaggy blonde hair fell below his ears, and his deep two toned blue eyes looked at me. His tan, muscular, but lean body showing the cuts and bruises from his MMA fighting. I do Karate and MME with him, but I don't do hardcore fighting like he does. But I did do, and still do gymnastics.
"So Fi, what's the plan?" Finn asked, turning his eyes on me.
I sat up, my long, butt length blonde hair falling in soft waves around me. My navy blue ruffled bikini top holding all of me in perfectly.
"Mmmm… We could go for a walk?"
"That sounds fun!" Finn said jumping up and making a hero fist pose. "Come on Jake!" He called to his golden lab. Finn and Jake grew up together. They were even born on the same day, it's like they're connected or something. We got up, and I put some shorts on, and grabbed my flip flops. We started walking through the woods in my backyard. Instead of the usual symphony of animals, birds, crickets, frogs, and other bugs and animals, it was silent. Like they had all left. It felt strange. Like something was about to happen. Something no one knew of. So I thought back to my uncle Simon. He's a scientist, and he said that the world was going to end. No one believed him though. They all thought he was crazy and they locked him away in one of those padded rooms with no windows. My dad went in to see him once, seeing as how they are brothers. He said that no matter what the government said, or did, they were just trying to hide the inevitable. That the world would end.
"The signs will be clear. First, all animals will flee. Nothing will be left except the remains of their homes. All woods, trees, everything will lack the sound of the animals. Second, the sunsets will burn a fuchsia color, and the sunrises will be red. A deep, blood red. Finally, the skies will turn black, the deepest of blacks. It will look as if the world is being sucked into a black hole. And in some way, that's what will happen. The world will fall apart. Nothing will ever be the same. You will have to fight to keep your life!" He grabbed my arms, and shook me. "Fionna, you will have to fight. You will need to. It will be the only way. The only way to bring peace to the changed world!" That's when my dad yanked me out of his grasp, and pulled me down the bleak white halls. I could hear Uncle Simons yells echoing through the halls.
"Finn… We have to leave. Now. You need to go home, and pack a bag. Get food, and everything you need to go camping for a week." I looked at him with the most serious face I could muster. My voice flat and icy.
"What? Why? Fi, what's going on?" He asked, his eyes shimmering with fright. I'd never talked like that in my life.
"Don't worry about what this is, just do what I say, okay?"
"All….Alright Fi." He said as we walked out of the woods and back into our cul-de-sac. I watched Finn run off with Jake, and ran into my house, and grabbed my collage sized back pack. I poured out the contents, and packed it full of water bottles, and food. I packed some clothes, and other things. And plopped it on my bed and watched the sky as the sun set. I watched it turn into a light pink, then a red, then a purple, but then that purple gained a red hue, and the skies burned fuchsia, and I knew, my Uncle Simon, no matter how much people wanted to believe he was just crazy, was right.
The next day, I woke up before sunrise, and I watched as the sun burned a deep crimson red, the same color as the blood that oozes from a fresh cut. I gulped and went downstairs and ate breakfast with my parents, happy that I was an only child. I pet my cat Cake, for what I thought was the last time, and went back upstairs. I grabbed my backpack, and came back down.
"Why do you have that backpack?" My mom asked.
"Uhmm," I paused, trying to think of a way to tell my parents what was going on, "do you remember when we went to see Uncle Simon?"
"Yes… Why?"
"Well… He was right. The world is going to come to an end." I said in a rush. My parents just looked at me, and laughed. They didn't believe me. I knew they wouldn't. But I had to try. I knew they would never ever listen to me. So I went outside, and looked up at the sky, completely horrified. The sky was black. As black as the night, full of clouds. Nothing could compare to this. Out of nowhere I saw a glimmer of red. It looked like fire, and it quickly lit of the sky. I ran into the cellar, and waited. The last thing I remember from that, is hearing a huge boom, and I felt the earth shake.
But that was yesterday. And this is today. And today, I just cut the head off of some guy, that I probably knew and talked to three days ago. It's amazing how in less than twenty four hours your world can change so much.