Life After Death

My name is Davina Briggs. I'm seventeen and the Zombie Apocalypse just started. At least, I think it has. Watching viral YouTube videos of recently deceased standing up, sometimes missing an arm, or with their entrails falling to the ground, is a good sign of the end of the world.

The government might call it a virus. I don't know how far this virus will spread. I don't know if it will ever stop. All I know is, it sure doesn't look good.

I lost contact with my Dad a few days ago. He is on a business trip to Denver. Dad is far from the hills of Tennessee, where we live. He promised me he would make it home. I pray that he does. Dad is all I have!

I will not cry. Nope. Not going to do it.

My Dad is a prepper. Friends and family snickered at us. Who is laughing now? I'm packing things and move them to the bunker. It is a fortification on top of our three car garage. I call it the fort. There is a small home up there with all we need. My Dad thinks of everything. There is an armory, medicine, and solar power. I'm sure I hopefully, we will be okay from the zombies and anything else that confronts us.

The power is flickering. I must climb to the fort. Pull up the ladder and hunker down. Please let my Dad make it home. I know I can make it by myself. My Dad taught me well but, I don't want to be alone for the end of the world.

This is my journal of the zombie apocalypse. Hopefully, someone will read it one day.

Dettagli