Elle McBriar

July 22nd, 4 months and 10 days after the first zombie report

Aka, the worst day ever!

I woke up around 9, with Alex's arms still around me.

Despite only getting a few hours of sleep, I felt pretty replenished.

The only downside, it was raining today. It wasn't cold, in fact the air was hot but the rain was cold. So it narrowed it out.

I squirmed out his arms, hearing his shouts in protest to come back so he could sleep more.

"Sorry sleeping beauty, but I promised I'd cook breakfast, lunch and dinner. So I'd better hop to it!"

Cracking one egg on a tin-foil wrapped plate, I sprinkled a little salt and pepper into it, flipping it over. Open fires tend to cook things very quickly, so I have to be quick.

I turned the tap to hot, poured one teaspoon of raw instant coffee into each miss-matched coffee cup and started on the healthy stuff.

"What smells like heaven?" I hear, turning around to see a groggy Paxton making his way inside, "This is Elle's zombie apocalypse attempt at making eggs Benedict, without the Benedict."

Making Paxton's plate first, perfectly grilled toast, freshly made, seasoned eggs and a tiny bit of mayonnaise mixed with yellow food coloring.

"I applaud your attempt, lets just hope it lives up to it's expectations." Paxton smirked, picking up his knife and fork, "As you wish Gordon Rasmey." I teased, Paxton took a bite, a monotone look on his face, "I give it, an 8 out of 10, only because of the sauce."

I scoffed, "Stupid sauce."

After filling up the van with gas (just in case) and doing another count on the weapons, we decided to stay inside today. Considering the weather.

"I wish someone had cards." Gage sighed, crossing his arms like a kid, "Hey man, it was your idea to stay inside." Alex argued, glaring at Gage, "It's practically a storm out there." Gage fretted, pointing to the window, "It's New York wind and rain, it's normal." Paxton said, annoyed, rolling his eyes."

"Why don't you make some cards, you have paper and pens, it's not that hard." I decided, getting sick of their bickering, "Because that's too much effort." Alex whined, "I agree, it'd be much easier to take the van for a spin and go find some cards." Paxton offered, jingling the keys, "No. We're not leaving." Gage ordered, glaring at the two of them.

"This was the time I wished for TV." I mumbled under my breath. I crossed my legs over one another, not getting comfortable in the position I was in.

"Why don't we count how much food we have. See what we can ration, what needs to be eaten, that kind of stuff." Alex said, "Alex, that might've been the smartest thing I've ever heard come out of our your mouth." Paxton teased, slapping him on the back.

Alex rolled his eyes, "You coming? You need to keep us sane." He smiled, holding out his hand to me. I took it, his strong hands wrapping around mine as he pulled me up off the couch.

After spending over an hour looking through our food container and drink container, we calculated that, canned food could last 8 months, packets and sealed things, 6 months. Things like eggs, spices and bread, 4 months. The drinks could last pretty much forever, as long as they stayed cold.

"What? So we don't need to go grocery shopping for another, 5 months." Gage said, smiling excitedly, "Not true. We'll need to go for flour and yeast, sugar, maybe something stronger than instant coffee." Paxton said, rubbing his temples.

Paxton is right. If our bread is going to go off in 4 months, that means every bread in every single store is going to go off, if it isn't already. It's not good for you, but it fills you up. And it's an easy meal.

"How do we make bread if we don't have an oven, genius?" "Fire. We do it with every meal." "Yeah but this is cooking something, for a long amount of time. We can't keep an open fire going for that long." I rolled my eyes, keeping quiet on the floor as I check listed the rest of the items.

"You're so dumb, it doesn't take bread that long to make over an open fire." "Yeah it's like wood fired pizza, with a homemade base." "That makes a lot of sense, actually. Why didn't you just lead with that?"

How can some people be so smart yet so dumb? They know everything there is to know about weapons, zombies, and other relevant things. But they don't know about babies, bread or food? I swear to God.

It's finally dawned on me that, Alex, Paxton, Gage, Riley and I are all of what's left of the human race. We are literally the only people left on Earth. And that scares the shit out of me.

But I've come to accept the fact that I'll probably die a virgin, so at least that's not on my conscious anymore.

It's raining today. Dark clouds are probably threatening a thunder storm. Which is kind of weird considering it's the middle of Summer in New York. But honestly, it's not that weird. It's the end of the world and it's raining in summer. Weirder things have happened.

I'm kind of over it. Nothing scares me anymore, not zombies, not starvation. I'm not even afraid of death. I am afraid of dying the way I do in my dreams, death by gunpoint. Feeling the last breath of air, leave my lungs.

But I guess that's my guilty conscious speaking. Since I'm always shooting zombies in the head, I guess it's my turn. I mean I'm not complaining, I'm getting bored.

And before I met the boys, I thought about so many ways of ending it. I thought about it every second of every day before-

I was cut off.

By thunder, clapping the sky, leaving lightning strikes in it's path. A beautiful electric purple mixed in with the dark gray of the clouds. I wish I had drawing pencils so I could draw it.

I was right, a thunder storm. With neon purple lightning.

The boys were in their separate rooms. I was in mine. Riley was happily sitting in his baby carrier, playing with the hanging shapes above him, as a pink teddy was shoved in his mouth.

I was randomly scribbling on a piece of paper, bored out of my mind. I was drawing a flower field, daisies and roses. Sunflowers and lush green grass filled the page. With blue ink of course.

I heard someone leave their room to go to the bathroom. And I realised it'd been a long time since I used the bathroom. When was the last time anyone used the bathroom?

A tingly feeling erupted in the pit of my stomach and I shrugged it off. It's just everyday nerves. Shading in the blades of grass with my blue, ball point pen. It looked off, it's missing something.

It came to my attention that ever since the zombie outbreak, nothing has been growing. Aside from weeds. I haven't seen any flowers. Not even common backyard flowers.

I bent down on the floor to play with Riley, tickling my fingers on his stomach as he giggled, his tiny feet kicking together happily as he smiled. He's so adorable. He looks like a tiny Alex.

The feeling came back and this time I made a face. I know it's probably nothing, but everyone always says to 'trust your gut feeling'. "Hey, you guys okay?" I called out, hearing fast replies.

They were all in their rooms, which for some reason made me feel safer. As I glanced out the window, staring through the wet and rainy windowpaine, my eyes grew wider than ever before.

Smoke was erupting from the science lab chimney, turning the sky black. It was pumping out faster than ever before. Carbon fuel, poison, toxins being released into the air.

Before I could get up to warn everyone, tragedy struck.

Next thing I know, the room is shaking. Things are falling over, I hear yelling and I grab Riley's baby carrier, covering his face with the blanket. Tucking my journal into the side of the carrier, I run into the hallway, seeing a worried look on everyone's faces.

"Earthquake."

It was much worse than an Earthquake.

The science lab exploded. An ear-piercing boom, loud enough to wake Lucifer himself echoed around the world, ricocheting tiny specks of glass and wood everywhere. The house still shook and we took cover. I picked up a crying Riley and cradled him in my arms, shielding him from anything dangerous.

I ducked under the dining room table, pulling off my coat and covering Riley with it.

I don't know where the boys are hiding but I pray to God they're safe.

The shaking stops, but I don't. My legs feel like jelly as I scramble from under the table, heading straight to the door. A huge fire, bigger than anything I've ever seen is burning the tip of the science lab. Smoke filling my lungs as I cough and cough. I can't hear anything, my ears are still ringing from the explosion.

Everything seems to be moving in slow motion.

My blood is rushing to my head, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I can feel my heart, it's so loud, I almost hear it bursting my ear drums. It was when chaos met the dinosaurs.

Fire, rain, Earthquakes and zombies. Can it get any worse?

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heyy

elle probably shouldn't have jinxed it, lol.

plot twist? yes? no?

its 4:30am and i HAD to upload but i am going to sleep now. sorry to leave you hanging but i promise ya'll, watch out!!

happy reading :)