It's Just the End of the World!

It’s Just the End of The World: Chapter One

Day ninety-five of the zombie plague and I’m bored. I’m the only one left in Seattle or maybe the world, but my biggest concern isn’t the apocalypse, it’s getting to do something, anything fun. You may be thinking, the world is ending Lynx, you should be worried about survival. Well, let me educate you on the end of the world and as bad as dying is, nothing is worse than doing the same thing every day. I’ve been living off donut holes and Frappuccinos for the last few months, just gathering food. (and CaFFeINeEEe!) Tragically all my friends are now brainless zombies and going to the movie theater is defiantly not an option. I’m in Renaissance School of Art and Reasoning and it’s basically a wooden box reinforced with a metal gate so no movie theater, no tasty snacks. I need to get to the high school auditorium in order to get a hold of the projector and watch Avengers on loop. If I’m lucky, I may even get it back alive. Ah Mondays, even in the apocalypse they suck.

You know even with all that all-your-friends-are-dead thing happening, you stop feeling sad after some time, I do mean it takes a while but there isn’t much you can do about it. So now sitting in my Hamilton shirt perfectly matched with blue sweat pants and hair that hasn’t been brushed in years you get bored. I just sit here and do nothing, but today, oh today, I’m changing all of that. I can’t exactly go outside and play soccer without being eaten alive so I’m going to the movies! The end of the world started a week before me and my friend were going to see the new Avengers: Thunderbolts* and I had been waiting to see it forever. Now if I just connected my phone to the high school’s gym projector and find some way to get Wi-Fi, I might just have the best evening before I eventually die! But, my dear friend, I have a plan! You see, the teacher’s lounge has the pin to the backup Wi-Fi and the is a projector I can connect to my phone and watch TV. I set up my breakfast of a Starbucks Frappuccino and gummy bears inhaling some five hundred times my sugar quantities. If I time it right, my caffeine crash will happen in some six-seven minutes! It’s time to run over the fence.

There’s a fence keeping me from dying. The fence is basically the only separation from me and some hundred zombies. Now, I plan to willingly jump over it. My strategic caffeine crash will happen in two minutes, giving me enough energy and insanity to run across the parking lot separating the two schools. (lol I’m so dying today!) I climbed to the edge of the fence holding my stolen backpack full of stuff and took a deep breath and… The zombie smell came over me all at once and I hacked as I tumbled forward off the fence, I’d love to say I landed heroically, but that would be a lie. I hit the floor on my back gasping for air and seeing little glowing white spots in my vision. Spots and zombies. Thinking quickly, I remembered our school was slightly elevated (whoa, I haven’t been outside in ages), and I rolled under a gap under the floor. This position would keep me hidden from the zombies for a minute or two, but it wouldn’t work for long, and more zombies were closing in on my location. I looked through my backpack for a tool anything, but all I find are snacks and fidget toys. Pulling out a few big stick hands I tie the ends together. At the end I place a bag of Pop Rocks and pock holes into the bag with a pencil. Preparing my glorious weapon, I pull the Pop Rocks bag back and prepare to launch it. My aim proves to be impeccable and I hit each zombie one by one getting Pop Rocks in their eyes and (permanently?) blinding them as I got up and bolted for the High School door.

For most people a caffeine crash means no energy, but for me it means too much energy. My hands start trembling and I feel like I need to move or get more sugar. The second that I took off running, my energy overload came on. My speed increased to impossible mph and all the zombies became a blur. After just what felt like seconds I yeeted myself at the door to open it. But, as a final ode to my stupidity, it was a ‘pull’ door and instead of running into an open hallway, I slammed against a metal wall. It took me a second to prosses what had happened. My brain cells seemed to shatter on impact, and I swear the earth just did a backflip. Funny little white spots clouded my vision as I desperately felt around looking for the door. The last thing I remember was pulling the handle back and falling forward. Inky black darkness closed in on me as I felt myself floating.

When I came to, the sun was going down and I had fallen face-first on the sticky hallway floor. The hallway was empty, yet I swore something was watching me. Eh. You get used to it in a zombie apocalypse. Facts told me that no one had survived the zombie nom-nom virus the phone had told me the names of survivors in camps, till one day the number reached just three or so in all the world camps. Later in the evening during the roll call, screams were heard, and the Wi-Fi stopped working. After that day, I just stopped caring. I wasn’t some sort of hero looking for my long lost friend. All my friends had already died in front of my eyes. Only Addy made till day twenty-one, she died trying to film a twenty-one pilots song remake on the roof before she fell into a crowd of zombie super fans. Of her brain. I knew for a fact that she was either dead or immortal. A scraping sound snaped me out of the head. I was naïve to think anyone, mind you, ANYONE had survived and now there was something nearby. I looked at the back of the hallway where a scraping noise had come from seeing an old storage closet. The door looked as if it was about to fall off and the door scraped its hinges. Now, I’m not stupid. Rule one of the zombie apocalypses; never go check out anything creepy or non-normal (wait did I just call zombies normal…). But here’s the thing; I AM stupid, I have no one left to live for and I want to look in the closet. Like, if there is someone in the closet who is alive, I should help them, right? No, I just want an adventure. I’m no hero and I already know every one of my last hopes for the future is crushed. Might as well watch what comes out of that door!

Opening the door, I’m greeted with the reason why this time is called the apocalypse. Some twenty zombies shove their way out of the storage closet, and I’m sent running to the gym. As I run my energy feels like it’s sucked out of my body, my caffeine crash is ending, and I swear the universe hates me. Zombies aren’t particularly fast but in high numbers, they’re a pain. I’m completely out of energy, I swear if I don’t get candy now, I will fall on the floor and die. My eyes are already closing in on themselves. Quickly, I grabbed a Red Bull and a bag of Skittles out of my bag throwing the Skittles into the floor. I chug my Red Bull and throw the can as a projectile. Using my bag as a sled I slid across the floor, now awake. Slamming into the wall, I got up and ran into the teacher’s lounge.

It didn’t take long for me to find the backup Wi-Fi password. It had been hidden next to the coffee machine which I promptly drained. With the Wi-Fi password put into my phone I prepared for the final push, the high school gym. I would need to avoid the zombies I had just released and head to the gym, but that was easier said than done. I would have to create a huge distraction that gave me enough time to dash across the hallway from the teacher’s lounge to the gym. I sort of screwed based on stats. Let me give ye a lesson on zombie stats. Like in D&D every zombie has stats based on who they used to be for this case Jocks have a strength of +8, a speed of +5, and intelligence of -4, brainiacs have a strength of -3, a speed of +1, and intelligence of +9, and I have a strength of +1, a speed of +7, and an intelligence of +8 (I’m scrawny, short, and used to be a brainiac myself. The only thing that makes me fast and fit is my daily running-from-the-zombies.) Thinking on how not to die, an idea hit me in the foot. Quite literally. My phone slipped out of my backpack and hit my foot at full speed. Looking at the speakers I set my plan in motion hacking in the loudspeakers and connecting them to my phone. Once this was done, I started playing football to order the jocks around. If I had luck, I would be able to get all the jocks in the hallway to create utter chaos and lead the brainiacs away from me.

“GET THE QUARTERBACK! CHICKEN JOCKY!” It yelled and all the zombies ran at one confused quarter back zombie. The brainiacs followed the jocks trying to see what it was all about and the second they were all clumped up at the end of the hallway, I made a run for it. Pulling out my sticky hand, I slapped stray zombies and bolted across the hall. That’s when I was confronted by a teacher. Zombie teachers were not uncommon, but they still did pose a threat. Thinking quickly, I dug all my homework out and started throwing it at the zombie teacher and as the teacher was blinded by the flying missing assignments, I shoved it into a classroom and locked the door behind it. I step away from glorious movie entertainment! Grabbing my backpack of le stuff I found a long-forgotten empty Diet Pepsi (you know it’s from before the apocalypse when it says ‘diet.’). It wasn’t ideal but I needed energy for this last push and when I finally got into the gym my final brain cell was (herm, let me rephrase; had exploded) exploding. Grabbing my backpack, I pulled out my phone again I connected it to the projector and (stupidly) turned the lights off. It took me a few seconds to find Avengers on YouTube, but I was watching a movie! After all these months in suspense of the compilation of the movie my time had come, I would go on a movie marathon that would make even the greatest movie fanatic quiver in fear!

By the climax of my movie, I heard TV static as my projector/TV started turning off and then on. An add of some sort started playing. It was a crappy one but an add none the less.

“Is this working? Testing, testing! Hello, this is the surviving community of Washington or, if we have that bad of luck, the world. This is the last call we’re sending out. Is anyone out there? Come to 400 Broad St, Seattle, WA 98109 or in other words the Space Needle. One last warnin-” I hit skip add. No one, mind you, NO ONE interrupts my movie day. I’ll save the world later but for now, I’m gonna have fun AND PROCRASTINATE!