AN: This is a story based on a Project Zomboid RP. The RolePlay is called Days End Roleplay. It is based off of real game playwith some stuff edited for a better attempt at realism. The only person that I own is The main character. There will be character death, and even switching to different characters entirely. This is mostly so I have a record of it so that if anything happens I have it.
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The goal was always Florida. At first, it was just a longing to get out and experience more than just this. But it turned into more than that, a single-minded goal to get out and never return. To me, Kentucky was stagnant like nothing was ever going to change and I would be stuck doing all the same things my parents did.
I love my parents, I really do. But I could never understand how they went from Italy to Kentucky and were just satisfied with the switch. I guess in the end it didn't really matter though. At 17 I was accepted to NYU for political science and government in the prelaw program.
So I moved to New York which seemed like a whole different planet from where I had grown up. Being another face in the crowd was refreshing, for once everyone didn't know everything about everyone. So I spent four long years studying, working as much as I could, doing various internships and being mentored by alumni. The whole time I dreamt of Florida. Of moving there, setting up a practice and spending my free time in the sea.
While I wasn't exactly top of my class I did well enough and was accepted into the law program. I felt like I was on top of the world. It seemed like everything I had worked so hard for was finally working out. Three more years and I would be a lawyer and it was exhilarating.
For two years everything worked out perfectly. It was a mess of school, work and even more school. The light at the end of the tunnel was shining bright and I could smell the salt. But then my papa called with the worst news of my life.
My mamma was sick, very sick, with cancer and he could not handle running the shop and taking care of her at the same time. So ever the dutiful daughter I took the next semester off and returned home. It was depressing and if we are being honest I will admit I was a little bitter. I love my parents, I really do. But it was back to running around the shop, stocking shelves, and when I wasn't doing that it was doctors appointments and doing whatever I could to make my mamma's life easier.
It seemed like time was dragging, and before I knew it I had taken another semester off. Things were getting better though, Mamma was responding well to treatment and if it continued like it was I would be able to go back to New York in the winter and finally finish my last year at school.
My life was finally righting itself and I could once again feel the sand beneath my feet. Then people started getting sick. At first, it was a joke, just another flu I thought would blow over. Then my mamma caught it and simply disappeared. My papa drove her to the hospital and just never returned. I thought it could not get any worse. My parents were gone, the police didn't seem to have the time to care and there were reports of people going crazy. We were told to stay in our homes so I did. I locked all the doors and curled up in bed with the news constantly on. What I saw assured me I would never feel the mist on my skin.
The dead were walking, the government had forsaken us and humans, at least the ones locked in Kentucky, were at the day's end.