I know this is a little strange that I carry this around with me, but..
The Timekeepers will eventually find me and I need something to show them I tried. I can speak in tongues, but to relate everything that has happened would take too long in human language. I am afraid you will not understand tongues...and it is way too late...
Friday April 27, 2012 the end of the world. The day began with rolling thunderstorms, stretching across grey and yellow skies. The world knew something was amiss. When the first shambling already rotted dead bodies lurched and swayed into view, people pretty much figured it was run or kiss your ass goodbye.
The dead swarmed, ate the living in their path and lost body parts along the way. The smell of death was overwhelming. Five of us ran for the police warehouse, it was a last minute thought and it saved our lives.
John and Sara the old couple from across the street were shivering and terrified. Mike the teenager that mowed lawns on weekends had wide, wet eyes. I was helping Tina a skinny, blonde kid, stand. Its awful to be scared and in shock, your body will not stop shaking and your mind goes numb. My red hair was long and plastered to my face, my mind was still replaying the hideous stop motion evil that we had just endured. Letting go of Tina I made for the warehouse doors and Mike grabbed the other side and we slid them together and fastened the bar from the inside. We were all out of breath from running a few blocks. The police warehouse was on a side street. It housed seized vehicles and larger items. Today it was empty and no one was on site. Thunder rocked the building, Tina moaned and the old couple clung together in fear. Mike looked wordlessly at me.
Zombies.Yes, it was a Time portal. I have SO much to explain. There is So much I could have done in hindsight. But I am just a girl and this was very sudden and unexpected and how does one prepare for it? You don't, you roll with it and try to make good choices among so many bad ones. Now all I have is THIS and it wont do much good...not anymore.
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