This is bad. What I had thought was a nightmare was actually some kind of premonition.
The world really ended, and for reasons unknown to me, I was safe in my apartment. I tried calling everybody that I know, but the phones were down. Why did this happen and why was I spared when countless others have died?
Thinking about all the deaths that I saw in my dreams makes me faint. But I don’t have the mental fortitude to cry. I must be defective as a human being. Looking outside of my apartment window, I can see the destruction for miles. Buildings toppled over and burnt down, cars piles on top of each other, and immense cracks on the ground have opened up and swallowed everything nearby.
I see black, charred bodies littered everywhere. The memory of the smell of burning bodies comes rushing into me like I was a surfer riding a monster wave. I closed the curtains and sat down on my couch. What am I going to do? I can’t just sit here in my place, waiting to croak over. I have to go get some food and fresh water or I’ll join the rest of humanity.
If I’m being honest, I’m scared to go outside. Besides not wanting to see dead bodies everywhere, I don’t know what’s out there. For all I know, zombies could have risen from the dead, and I do not want to be on the menu.
After five hours of sitting in complete silence and being tired of feeling famished, I gathered the courage to step outside, but not before arming myself. From my kitchen, I grabbed the largest chef knife I own. I also grabbed a baseball bat from softball days back when I was in university. For maneuverability, I put on some jogging clothes and a good pair of running shoes. If there are zombies walking the Earth, I will be ready to fight them..
Taking a deep breath, I open the door as silently as possible. I slowly and silently make my way out of my apartment, tightly gripping my bat.
I put the knife in a bag as I plan on using it as a last resort weapon.
My destination is the grocery store about a quarter mile away from my house. Normally, that would be a five-minute drive, but it could be an hour on foot. It smells horrible right now. I fight back the urge to vomit from the smell alone.
I really want to cry right now.
Jesus, why did the world have to end just when I was about to start my life?
Couldn’t it have been when I was old and miserable?
It would probably be easier if I just ended right now.
What the hell am I thinking?
I should stay focused on my goal and not have my imagination run wild. Truth be told, I am worried about my mental health in the long run. It has not even been a day since every living soul has died on the planet Earth and I think I’m going insane.
I laugh out loud at my stupidity, thinking that the dead would just rise at any moment and try to eat my brain.
It’s hot and I’m sweating. I want to take a nice hot shower before the water stops running.
Suddenly, the temperature became cold. It feels like my skin is freezing.
I could see my breath and goosebumps appearing all over my arm.
For some odd reason, I get a feeling that if I stay here, I would die.
So I break out in a run as fast as my body would allow. No matter where I ran to or how far, I could not escape this supernatural cold.
I can’t know for sure, but it feels like I ran for hours. Eventually, my body just gave up, and I collapsed on the ground. Using a nearby wall, I rest my back on it to catch my break.
While I was sitting there resting, I saw something that shouldn’t be possible. A black wormhole appears right in front of me, distorting space.
I get up from the hold and grip my bat with all of my might. I do not know what will come out of that distortion of space, but I’ll be damned if I become a victim without fighting back.
The creatures that came out of the wormholes made me confused more than scared.
Giant green frogs the size of labradors appeared in front of me. There are five in total and they all look so silly.
But I can’t just shake this feeling that my impending doom is approaching.
I didn’t have to wait that long to find out why I was feeling this omnipresent dread. The frog fired his tongue at me like a bullet and pierced me right in my abdomen. Blood fills up my mouth and nose, making me feel sick.
The other four extended their elastic tongues at me as well, targeting my shoulder and knees.
It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! IT HURTS!
Am I really going to die like this?!
To giant fucking frogs of all things?!
A thousand things raced through my mind as the frogs lifted me off the ground.Probably getting ready to rip me apart for easier digestion.
Like how far I wanted to go in my career. Or I wonder if I would find somebody and settle down.
Probably not. The thought of having to share a space with someone would drive me insane.
Seeing as I was about to die, I quoted Captain Rhodes from one of my favorite movies.
Well, I tried. All I can do is choke on my blood.
Accepting my fate, I close my eyes and embrace my death.
My death didn’t come, and I fell to the ground pretty hard. Since my knees and shoulders have holes the size of golf balls in them, I can’t move. So I lie on the ground as my blood pools underneath me.
I opened my eyes to see what was going on. I saw the giant frogs lying in pieces and a man carrying a sinister-looking sword almost the size of him.“"IT’S YOUR LUCKY DAY, NORAH ZEVENBERGEN! YOU HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF SERVING ME."”