POV: Beca
You never think about being alone...until you are. I was sitting in a restaurant, like normal, it was me and my friends, Jesse, Luke, and Tom, we were laughing one minute and the next they are screaming for help as their body disintegrated, everyone's body did, the waitress, the two kids and their mom and dad, the old man and his wife, the manager. I ran home as fast as I could.
"Warren, are you still here" everyone was in panic as I ran how, cars on fire buildings too, "Warren" "in here Beca" he said from the kitchen, when I got there his arm was already dust, "no, not you too" I rushed over to him as he fell to the ground, "Warren" I cried, "I, lov-love y-you, Becs, b-be sa-safe" he said before he turned to dust in my hands. I could hear people screaming outside my house, but I didn't care I only cared about Warren, and if I was next. I went outside to see the terror, I seen people one-by-one turn to dust, I seen one lady pack her car, get her kids in the car and start to drive away before the car crash and they turned to dust, I think it's funny that people think they can outrun it, whatever 'it' is.
I went back in the house and turned on the news, "we have no idea what this is, one at a time we are being attacked, get home be with you families while- you know what fuck this I have a wife and kids, this is your host John" the man said, "and your host Gail" the woman said, "signing off" they said together and left the studio but the camera didn't turn off, so I'm guessing the camera man turned already. I don't know what's going on but the next thing I know it's silent, all the screams stopped, so I went outside and there, sat a whole bunch of dust, no people just dust, I don't know why I'm still here or if I'm the only one here, but I hate this.
"Hello" I heard from somewhere, it sounded static like, as if it was from a radio, "is someone else there" came the voice again it sounded as if they were crying, I looked around and on the ground was a walkie-talkie, so I picked it up, "he-hello" I said, "yes, hi, I I'm here, are you real, please say you are" the voice said, "ye-yes I I am" I stuttered happy to hear a voice, "my name is, Stacie Conrad, what is your name" the voice-Stacie said, "um, my name is Beca, Beca Mitchell" I sighed in relief, "where do you live Beca" she asked, "California, LA" I said, and heard a sigh of relief from the other end, "I do too" she said, "I have to go but, can we stay in touch" she asked, "sure" I said and I didn't hear her again that night.
I decided to pack my car of all the things I thought might be useful in case I needed to book it. Warren always was a survivalist so in the time that I did know him, he taught me how to survive if the world ended, but I never thought it actually would. That's when I remembered, my envelope. It was an envelope of ripped up papers that spelt something, but I don't know what because there are missing pieces. I got the envelope from my mom, well from the adoption agency, I was in the system from birth to the age of 13 when Warren and Sheila adopted me four years later Sheila died and it was me and him ever since. But apparently all my lousy mother left was the ripped up paper and I had a feeling I should keep it because I might figure out what it spells one day.
I couldn't sleep all night so I took the car to the local supermarket and got snacks and other things, like four pocket knives, and a maga-sized tent, I also took all the money in the store from the registers, but I noticed how weird it was, no other people just the dust of their disintegrated bodies and whatever they were shopping for, sprawled out across the floor, I think I was in shook for a while because when I left the store it was dark, but I had a flashlight, before I went home I went to the bank to steal more money. You might be wondering, "why would you take money if you don't have to pay for anything" and to that I say, if I'm still alive and that Stacie girl is still alive, other people might be too, so if I need something and they have it, I can buy it off them, and they can buy things off others, but whose to say there are others.
After I took a trip to the bank I went home to count the money, I counted about 5k so I knew I would be good if I needed to bargain. I decided to get some sleep, because I didn't want to be too out-of-it if I had to defend myself.
A/N: Thanks for reading, the next chapter will be about Stacie and what is was like for her at the start, and anytime we introduce someone new the next chapter will be about what the start was like for them. I know the list of characters only show four people but trust me we have more, like Emily, Flo, CR, our favorite Fat Amy, all the Bellas. Bye.