Decay /// Chapter 7 - How It All Fell Down And How I’m Going To Get Back Up

Want to know the funniest thing about this?

The zombies are evolving. Ha. Ha. Ha.

I lived in the world that had strong governments and phasular weapons, a world that fought off the Inkperials and giant space lizards. And it crumbled in less than a week. That probably was because of the first or second wave of zombies. Nobody even TRIED to do anything about it. It just ALL went to shit at the drop of a hat, didn’t it? Did they even know what a bullet does to a man? Even one of those fancy laser weapons, or those swords that the Inklas sure love carrying around, they can reduce someone into a pile of shredded bone and useless muscle. Why didn’t they try anything to stop it? Why were they so focused on calming people down, rather than trying to actually stop the apocalypse? Half the people on this damn planet either died from trying to be the main character, sitting themselves in a Walmart with a crossbow and golf club like a moron, or hiding in their houses like a chicken. They probably whispered to themselves, “save me, my government”… And where did everybody go? All the important military and superpowered figures? What happened to The Collector? Supernova? People like that? Couldn’t they just do some Super Friends thing and kill all the zombies?

I’m questioning how unbelievably lucky I am to survive something that not even individuals with the power of a god could survive.

But now, the zombies are stronger than they ever were. They aren’t getting torn to shreds by wild animals while trying to move their popsicle arms around in the freezing cold. anymore. They aren’t just walking around in hordes while policemen casually threw grenades at them through windows. They aren’t taking shit anymore. Now, they have developed a mind. They know you’re scared. They know they’re hunting you. I’ve seen them use weapons and chase me around like they’re a human trafficker and i’m a 20 year old woman wandering in the streets at 11PM- They want blood. They scare me. And they should sure as hell scare you. Whatever happened to their bodies decomposing? They should have stopped walking around and doing their thing like a week ago. My theory is that the parasite controlling them is slowly contorting these people into their own ideal, resilient species, and it just requires killing them and puppeting them to do so.

But who knows? I’ve gone crazy before I even found this journal. Week 1: Everybody I know dies. Week 2: Every store is cleaned out. Month 1: There’s animal skeletons littering the road, one of them had the same collar as my old pet dog. Week 5: No electricity, gas, or running water. If humanity pulls through, we still won’t see any of those 3 for the next decade or so. Tell me, do YOU know how to implement those things your barbaric survival base? We’ve hit rock bottom, and the only thing daring to have mercy is God.

This madness is why i’m writing from a space station around 50 miles away from my home base. I’m gonna hijack a ship like a madman and arrive on a safe planet- i’ll send a message to everybody, and i’ll be able to live the life i’ve always wanted to live. No more reminders of that moment when i saw my best friend with a katana try to slice through a zombie’s neck, only to get stuck and get brutally maimed. No more looking over my shoulder every 13 seconds. No more of the trauma that comes with killing things that were once human. Tomorrow, this ends. I’m going to charge through whatever nightmare I have tonight, wake up, and flip off the entire world from outer space.

What living in an apocalyptic world can do to a normal person:

it’s mainly because Eve is truly alone

Now I've gotta wait again