The days drag on. Every single minuet in the barn
seemed to morph into five. John had been in hiding for months now, ever since
the zombies started eating everyone. He was merely a scrawny 6 foot 2 senior at
Deplanes High school. John had vivid blue eyes, messy jet-black hair, and he
always walked with a graceful stride, probably due to his abnormally large
legs. As the days in the barn started to become a blur, John looked back and
reminisced on how things were so much different when the zombie plague hadn’t
whipped out the rest of the human population. He though about his girlfriend,
and if she might still be alive, but then he thought there could be no way.
These thoughts overwhelmed him, slowly they started to plague him. He started
to feel as if he was trapped in his own mind.
In the mix off John’s complex thought processes he
always wondered if he was alone. He had never seen another human since he had
survived the attacks. The thought of being the last human on the planet started
to eat at John. The lack of interaction with other beings was terrible. It was
bad, but not that bad. At least he wasn’t another zombie crawling around
looking for flesh to sink its teeth into. His survival process of potentially
the last human in the universe slipped from a physical battle, to a predominantly
mental struggle to stay alive, and then of course the physical toile of all the
zombies he had to slay. John was lonely,
there was nothing else to it. Each day seem to drag him deeper into a dark
abyss that started to consume him. The only thing keeping him alive was his
hope that there might be other people surviving much like him.
Before taking refuge in the barn, John had accumulated
approximately five months worth of food and other supplies. His estimated five
months of supply had lasted a daunting eight months. John figured this to be
caused from his lack of appetite, which he attributed to his depression. As the
last few cans of peas and peaches begun to deplete in numbers, John realized
soon he had to step out into the cruel world of zombies that had stripped
everything from him. He put that thought in the back of his head much like a
young high school student would procrastinate a paper. Except John was not
procrastinating a paper, he was procrastinating potential death.
Finally the day had come, John was down to his last
three cans of food. He prepared the numerous weapons he had collected and
loaded up the pickup truck he had found a few months prior to taking refuge in
the barn. John hopped in the truck and started driving to what looked like the
remainder of a city in the distance. He drove with a spaz-12 shot gun hanging
out the window, shooting any zombies that he might encounter wandering the
roads. As he neared the city he ditched his truck and pulled out the big guns.
He loaded an RPK machine gun and a barret 50 cal sniper, only to continue the
rest of his journey on foot. John enjoyed sniping the occasional zombie, it
felt good to him. He got to take out all his anger that was accumulated inside,
on all the zombies around him. He enjoyed it, but he would still rather be in
hiding away from the monstrous beasts that took everything from him. His journey
on foot begun to come to an end as the supermarket and crafty beaver appeared a
few blocks away. As he was approaching the supermarket he saw a group of at
least twenty zombies come sprinting after a girl that appeared to still be
human. John switched to his machine gun and slowly the zombies hit the floor.
After the zombie herd had been slain, the girl passed out her body lying
lifeless on the floor. John, being a strong guy, carried the girl on his
shoulder and proceeded to continue his search for food and supplies.
John let the lifeless girl down keeping an eye on her
as she lay, he went to go search the crafty beaver. He stripped the already
stripped stripped building and came up with a small box of supplies and a large
3 by 20 piece of wood. He figured he could use the wood to construct a door
lock on the barn he so dearly missed. As he watched the girl lay he couldn’t
help to think how lucky he had gotten to find this girl and how beautiful the
girl was. He carried the still passed out girl to the super market and preceded
to accumulate as much food as he could carry. Afterwards, he made two trips to
the truck to load it with all the new supplies found.
She didn’t wake up till they were almost out of the
city. When she did finally wake, she didn’t say a word. John was too startled
himself that there were still other humans alive. Better yet this cute girl
that looked to be around the same age as him. He felt a wave of hope wash over
him, he thought maybe there was still potential for the human race, maybe they
could keep fighting. The car ride back to the barn was long and awkward,
neither of them willing to speak. The silence was occasionally interrupted by a
loud shotgun blast every time John saw a zombie.
As John was unloading the truck and carrying his
findings into the barn, the girl turned to him and said, “Hi I’m Jane”. John
was so startled it took him a few seconds to introduce himself. He was
stumbling over his own words. By the time all of the new foods and supplies
were in the barn, the two had almost instantaneously become good friends. They
were people that just connected. John had never been happier in his life. He
was filled with this new liveliness and felt as if he had been pulled out of
the pit of depression he struggled to climb out of each and every day. Jane and
John weathered the zombie attacks everyday in the barn happily socializing and
reminiscing on old memories. Suddenly John had been rescued, he was on the
brink of killing himself out of sheer loneliness and depression, but he was
presented this gift in the shape of a lively beautiful girl. Something as simple
as a companion saved his life. John had been rejuvenated. Every morning he woke
up with much deserved smile on his face.
As the days begun to fade together, Jane and John
laughed and talked them away. They became the best of friends. After only a few
months they fell in love with each other. To john these were no ordinary
months, they were the best of his life. Despite the desolate cruel world that
surrounded John and Jane they had fun hiding in the barn.
John and Jane’s love for each other kept them alive
and strong until one day, John begun to come down with an illness. It started
out with a mild fever, but then he started to develop rashes and abnormal symptoms
like sleep walking and out of control nose bleeds. Jane began to grow worried
about John. He was getting worse by the day and there was nothing she could do
for him other then watch over John and feed him.
John awoke in the middle of the night lying on the
road. He was sweaty and covered in bleeding rashes. It took him all his
strength to get on his own two feet. He had no idea where he was in relation to
the barn, but he figured he must have slept walked that night. He decided he couldn’t
have gone far from the barn, so he yelled out Jane’s name a few times. A few
minuets later he heard a screaming in the distance. As if John was granted
super powers, he franticly ran towards the directions of the screams at what
must have been world record speed. The barn appeared in the distance; John
could see the massive barn doors open and light pouring out. He kept running.
The light had attracted a fairly large group of what seemed to be around 100
zombies and growing in size. He kept running as he watched them poor in through
the massive barn doors. He heard shots being fired and more screams and then the
shots stopped. There was an eeriness of death in the air. John fell to his knees,
his eyes crying a river of tears. He knew she was dead, and it was all his
fault. Subconsciously he has ultimately killed Jane in his sleep by leaving the
massive barn doors open for anyone to walk in. John had lost his love, hope,
and desire to live, all in a matter of a few carless seconds. John ran to the
truck crying and screaming. He was so sad and in pain, he didn’t know what to
do. He barley made it to the truck before zombies started to surround his
vehicle. He revved the engine and drove as fast as he could, hitting as many
damn zombies. John had no direction, he didn’t care where he was going, he just
drove.
After what seemed like days of driving the sun finally
came up. John had been crying for hours, all his hope and motivation to live
were ripped out of his chest when Jane was killed. He couldn’t bare the pain
any longer. John stopped the truck and went to sit down in a grass field right
next to the road. He took a pistol to his head; the cold metal felt soothing as
he pressed it against his skin. John took a deep breath, and a small grin
creped across his face as he whispered, “no more” he pulled the trigger.
