A Dream of Impending Death
By PHfan21
My sister and I, her the age of 22, me of 15, were packing our stuff into her car. Since this morning there have been reports of riots. Not normal riots, if riots can be called 'normal'. Cannibalism was involved. Everyone, from anyone old enough to walk, to anyone almost TOO old to walk, was joining in. We got in the car. The reports on the radio were saying that it's now an official global emergency. They said to hunker down in your homes, and lock up tight. Do not try and leave.
It felt like Déjà vu. Every moment seemed to be from a zombie movie I've seen at one time or another. The reports on the radio only confirmed my fears. Zombies or something pretty damn close to zombies (like maybe an infection, like the infection called Rage) were killing and turning people. This was not the so called 'riots'.
As of yet, there's been no trouble in our neck of the woods. It was my idea to leave. I did not want to be here when they came.
"Do you HEAR what the radio is saying? We can't LEAVE." My sister told me angrily. It had taken quite a bit of arguing to convince her to leave. Now that I knew (I don't know for sure, for fact, but in my heart I just know) the cause of the "riots", I absolutely did not want to stay.
"WE. CANNOT. STAY. HERE." I said, my tone final. I was not angry, but I knew the Impending death that would await us, if we stayed here.
But I can't leave without my sister. I just can't. I'd rather be here, with her, than die out there, alone. So now we put our belongings into the house (it's actually a large trailer) along with our dogs. Hers is a puppy, mine is an adult.
We settled into her home. The thoughts and fears of staying in a place like this plagued my mind, scaring me to no end. My original plan was to find somewhere safe, impenetrable, that has a lot of supplies, or somewhere near an easy source of supplies. All the zombie movies I've seen were telling me what I should do. Staying here was not one of them.
The walls of the trailer seem as thin as aluminum; images of hands and arms crunching through the walls and grabbing one of us (the image in my mind strangely close to the beginning of 28 Weeks Later) flashed across my brain.
What were we going to eat, drink? There is no easy way to escape this house to search for food once we run out, which we will, one day.
We are trapped in here, like a small animal that's been caught, placed into a box that it can't get out of, for safe keeping, and then forgotten about.
All we have to do now is wait for our own deaths.
END.
You're Gonna Die Soon
Bye Sarah Silverman
You're gonna die soon
You're gonna die soon
It's not cold in here you're just dying
You're gonna die soon
You're gonna die soon