The sequel to Mini Titanic is finally here. I hope you enjoy it.
The apocalypse is real. I can't believe my aunt possessed a virus. Isabella Maria García. Famous person who died in a boat crash after being chased out of Palistonaville.
Yup she is my aunt. I miss her. I can’t believe this is real.
It had been 3 months since she went missing, and last week, we found out the truth of what happened to her. I was saddened to the bottom of my heart. She was my favourite aunt. Ever since I was a little baby. She helped me live my life. Now I am 16, and my bond with her is broken. I mean she came over every 2 days and spent hours with me. They would pass by with maybe me letting out my emotions while stopping myself from tearing up. Or maybe eating spaghetti while watching a comedy and recording ourselves to wait for the moment where one of us laughs and the spaghetti flies out our nose. I miss all the fun times with her.
This morning my aunt was on the TV. She caught a virus from the Palistonian tribes. It made them go crazy and just kill people. That’s what the tribes did. But it is much worse in us. It makes them act like zombies. This is turning up to be like an apocalyptic movie. One person gets it, and it spreads like crazy. The doctors who tried to perform surgery on my aunt reported that she bit them. Same thing with her friends that went with her.
The doctors got ZLD (Zombie like disease). They spread it to their colleagues and family. The colleagues. Eventually it spread to millions and millions of people on Earth. And turn them into zombies they act crazy and their skin turns into weird green colour pieces of the skin begin to fall off in big chunks and it does not affect them. Also their bones begin to show and they get sharper teeth.
The symptoms start off with an itchy throat and skin colour changing, straight to green or starting at pale and taking its time to turn to green. Also hair begins to fall out and you lose your sense of knowledge. There is no cure for it, and I am positive I am going to die. Let me follow my role model (my aunt) and do what she did.
I will miss you lil sis, big bro, mommy, daddy, and the rest of my family. Also Giada, Jessica, Fiona, Lizza, Harry, Kenny and MY BEST FRIENDS, Jade, Michelle and Eliza.
So YAY, I didn’t die but like this IS CRAZY. 4 BILLION PEOPLE HAVE BEEN INFECTED. IT IS LIKE A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. Life is becoming worse and worse the second. My mom and dad ran away. They left us a note saying that they had to go somewhere, and they won’t be back for the rest of their lives, so yeah. I have to take care of a 6 year old and my brother is infected.
My little sister’s name is Jasmine. She has cancer. She was born with leukemia. I am positive she got it from my mom. She suffered from leukemia for 3 months until she was cancer free!!! I was lucky and only battled leukemia for a few weeks, but Jasmine was born with it. My sister is so prone to the virus. I am scared. My sister is good and understands everything, but we have been sitting in the panic room for 2 days. We have lots of food and water but my sister also needs to be fed through her feeding tube. She has so much medication. And it is too much for me to handle. She also needs a lot of help walking so that's why she sits down all the time. It’s so hard for her to live. So crazy story, our house was attacked by the zombies. I can’t believe how strong they are! They are breaking our house brick by brick. I am not sure how… but I need help. My sister is turning pale. And her brain is going bonkers. So yeah, I know she is infected.
I have no choice, but to leave my sister.
I just wanted to tell her that she was an amazing sister. She was always present for me. She took the blame for a lot of stuff, but never cared.she was always so fierce and brave. She never cared about her cancer. She was awake and she could have fun, and that's all she did. She would play with her best friends, Mali Kate and Jedda. They were also cancer kids. They always played with Jazi (her nickname). Jazi loved to play with her big brother, Dan. But Dan is now gone, and Jazi is going to join him. I told her all my feelings for her, and how I will miss her. She would always be so careful. If Jazi saw I had a frown, she would force mommy to go on a shopping spree. And I was so grateful for her.
I cut her feeding tube and ran away. She was now going to die.
I could not say anything to her after I cut her feeding tube. The tube ran through her trachea, so she stopped breathing but she was so happy. She screamed “Yesss! I am coming home mama!” and she suffocated to death. I CRIED SO MUCH, BUT I NEED TO SURVIVE. I put on some makeup so it would look like a zombie, and walked around.
My heart pounded as I heard a scream come from the panic room. Jazi, she… she… SHE IS PSYCHOPATH! She is carrying around a knife and screaming “Sissy, you tried to kill me, hahahahaha I am crazy!”. Then she said in a quiet voice “Come out come out wherever you are. Don't hide I can smell fear. HA HA HA. Oh so you're not playing with me well you leave me with no choice let me force you!”. She's lonely without a knife from her left pocket. She pointed the knife to several people’s heads to see if they would flinch. None of the zombies flinched until she came to me.