Like most people, the holidays ruined any semblance of discipline I had in my life. There was no blogging, exercising, or generally doing anything that benefits me.
In any event, I’m going to pretend like I didn’t miss any days and continue with my 30 day writing challenge ! Day 25/30 asks: “Think of any word. Search it on Google Images. Write something inspired by the 11th image.”
It happened just the way movies predicted it would. Videos went viral, teenage trolls declared forgery, and the general population speculated that it was all part of some over the top advertising ploy or drugs. I remembered everyone comparing it to that crazy homeless guy that bit off an officer’s face in a mad bath salts episode. Maybe it was a bath salts epidemic? Maybe we were just losing the war on drugs?
Of course, when it got closer, when it became real, it was too late. It was outside the front gate, furiously crawling its way toward the front door. It made me think of the incessant FEMA commercials that urged the public to “make sure you have a plan”. What sort of plan could anyone have to deal with this though? There was no answer to the mayhem that ensued.
All the discussions I had with friends and family about needing a zombie apocalypse strategy swirled in my head. My fiance, the incredibly fit and fast ultra endurance athlete, he was my plan. An excellent fighter, level headed survivor, the dominant leader of the pack. It was almost too perfect, too lucky for us to have met halfway across the world and to have fallen in love. All of our plans rested with his strength and agility. Fortifications, weapons, force, supplies.
My luck was running out. We had worked it out so well in theory on those sunny and blissful days. Alas, he was at work in Brooklyn when it all kicked off, 12 miles away at best. I visualized the 20 million people in New York City that would soon become predatory monsters, watching our odds of survival trickle down with each second. All the planning in vain.
It crept at the front door of my two family house in broad daylight amid distant screams. There was no plan and no hope as fear manifested itself before humanity. And there I was alone in the house save for the cat. Family members were strewn throughout Manhattan for various reasons, and the pessimist in me chalked them up for dead.
I locked all the doors and moved quickly, hoping I wasn’t already too late, trying hard not to strain my ears over the now growing cacophony of screams to hear if the metal gate to the door was holding.