EDEN /// CHAPTER 03 /// MOLD

It’s been around 10 minutes since I first saw that thing fall down to the ground. Some sort of meteor. Or maybe a missile… whatever it is i’m scared to actually go close to it. I’ve just been hanging outside the coffee shop thinking thoughts. Shot a few zombies that came my way. But mostly just pondering. When society collapses, you get a lot more done in one day, mostly because you can’t really sit on your ass for 4 hours watching television, and any time you waste seems a lot shorter than it actually is. But the thing is, I didn’t even know I was slacking. It’s just like I got a little involuntary jolt in my brain, like something’s trying to subliminally send a message to me- “GET OFF YOUR ASS.” Haha… So I run back up to the roof and check out how far the crash site is. I almost trip on the way up, which I guess I should have watched for considering it’s still like 2 entire flights of stairs i’m running up at full speed. When I get up, I look for the smoke in the distance and finally spot it. It’s a good 6 or 7 or so miles away, surrounded by forest and a ravine. Not gonna make it on foot, at least while it’s getting darker. I make a mental note to myself as to where the smoke’s coming from, so I don’t forget. Near this moderately-sized river and a strange bunker-like structure that leads underground. Huh. That totally can’t be foreshadowing.

I reckon that I should get there in any means that isn’t walking. Walking that much of a distance is too dangerous, considering… well… I don’t really have to say it again, do I? My best bet would be finding some fuel, and hoping one of these rusty-ass cars lying around still work. Luckily, I don’t have to look that far. I walk across the sidewalk for around 3 minutes and see what I need. Across the street, onto a side street, and down a hill to the left. Gas station. I quickly sprint to the gas dispenser pump tank thingy that I always see and know about but never actually bothered to learn the name of it. I arrive, and spend a few seconds pondering how i’m getting the gas all the way into the car. I decide to go inside, and a murky, dusty feeling overcomes me. Looks like mold had its way with the place. Wonder why there wasn’t as much with the coffee shop or convenience store, then I remember there was barely any food in there. This place is full of rotten and spilled food. I cover my face, for fear of inhaling any kind of mold. I had a friend once who went urban exploring, way before the apocalypse. Inhaled black mold. Had a helluva cough for weeks on end. One hand covering my mouth, I grab a little souvenir cup. I then make my way outside, almost trip on my shoelaces like a loser, and fill the cup with gas.

This can’t be that bad of an idea, right? I hold the mug shakily with both hands, and search for cars with working electricity. I eventually find myself a nice, desaturated green jeep with the keys still inside. Power still works fine, just needs some gas. Not that much rust. Still some rust, though. Mostly towards the back. Maybe it saw some use during the apocalypse? Who knows. I open up the gas hatch thingy, and pour the stuff in. Some spills out, but that’s okay. It’s the end of the world, stuff like this you just don’t care about. After the cup is empty, I realize how much gas you actually need to fill a car. Ah shit.

20 or so trips back to the gas station later, the car is filled enough to travel the distance I need. I hop in the car, turn it on, and start driving. Time to find what this weird object from the sky is.

Great. Can’t wait to see what it is

If Jeremy were here, his note pad would be filled up.

Bro pulled out the Bonk from tf2