Futuristic The End Of Times

[FlipperDaPenguin]

The ZOMBIE days have come.

Once it had happened, it was to late for anyone to stop it.

It is up to you to survive.

Loved ones will die.

But here's a tip:

Zombies aren't your only enemy...​

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

December 11th, 2024





It had been almost one year since the outbreak. Still no signs of life in my area. I’m thinking of moving a little more into the city, more supplies and maybe even survivors. If there was survivors out there, they will all be helping each other, wouldn’t they? I mean, war and enemies didn’t exist in these times. Hopefully when I find people, they will be friendly. Not if, When…





I woke up this morning to the sound of birds. “Pleasant…” I thought. Not many days have been like this since the outbreak. Normally the sounds would be gurgles and shuffling. I rubbed my eyes, stretched my arms and gave out a small yawn. For the first time in a few weeks, I had been able to have a long, ‘not restless’ sleep. I think it was because I had managed in just a few days ago to build a secure and safe tree house. It felt like a home.


I looked down to what I was wearing: Blue ripped jeans and yellow hoodie. Let’s just say that I forgot to pack my pajamas in 2023. That was when all hell broke loose. I made my way to my kitchen and lifted a small bucket of fresh water. I had collected it yesterday, from a stream not so far away. I cupped my hands and dunked it in, collecting a decent amount of water. I then splashed it over my face, sipping a little as it goes. I changed into some more comfortable trousers, and walked out onto my balcony. “We can do this…!’ I thought.

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Willow had snapped awake at 6:34am every morning for a year. Ever since the invasion started, she woke up at that time everyday. Because that was the time when the zombies nearly got her. So now, she always woke up alert, her dagger in hand, breathing heavily. Once she realized she wasn't being attacked, she flopped back onto the stale mattress, but never fell back asleep. So she woke up and changed into jeans and a t-shirt and jacket and washed her face with her small supply of water. She would have to go replenish it soon. She shuddered at the thought.


Today seemed eerily quiet, Willow thought. She didn't like that. It scared her. As she rummaged through the old cupboards, she found an old can of beans and lit the stove with a match and dumped the beans in a can. She leaned against the dirty kitchen counter as she thought about the plans for today. Maybe she'd go looking for survivors, and go get more water from the stream.

 

[StarrieSky]

Jessica had barely slept that night. She had found a small house that seemed untouched by the zombies. There were no bodies inside, no blood to be found. Though it should have made Jessica glad, it only made her more suspiscious. How could a house still be untouched? So Jessica barricaded herself in the bedroom, knife next to her. Every little sound woke her up, causing her to grab her knife and wait for something to happen. Nothing happened that night, but all the noises made Jessica awake almost the whole night.


Jessica rubbed her eyes as she glanced at her watch. For some reason it had survived the apocalypse so far. Jessica wasn't a woman of faith, but she was convinced it was the end of the world, the apocalypse. It was 6 in the morning. With a sigh Jessica got up from the bed, rummaging in her backpack for some clean clothes. She pulled out some pants and a black tshirt. She pulled it on and left the bedroom, removing the barricade she made in front of the door. As she wandered the house, it was still empty. Very strange. She went to the kitchen, sitting down at the table and grabbing a bottle of water and an apple from her back, eating it. She couldn't stay here much longer, she had to get moving.

 

[Haley]

"I was looking for a breath of a life..."


Bright lights. People screaming. Police Sirens. The smell of burning flesh and garbage. sweat in eyes and mouth.


gasp


Ronnie's eyes shot open as she sucked in a painful gulp of air. She coughed and immediately winced from the crick in her neck. She looked around the dingy apartment and didn't even hide the look of disgust across her dirty face. She took a few steady breaths and swallowed, attempting to clear the dust from her dry throat. Her eyes lifted up the wall across from where she sat on the floor, in an upright position and caught her reflection in a grime covered mirror. She didn't jump or flinch, she knew exactly what she looked like, after all, she had been her only company for the past few.... however long it had been since the world went to shit.


"Oh, Ronnie, you're looking dapper as ever~" She spoke softly in a ridiculous english accent.


"Oh yeah? Well, fuck you too." She replied in her own rough tone before, slowly pulling herself to her feet. She looked down at herself, half-mindedly patting the dust from her ripped leggings and black jean shorts. She rubbed her face and groaned as her mind raced back to the nightmare she had only minutes ago. It was a recurring one that she's had since the first night. It was her first night, the night when the world went to hell.


"Forget about the world Ronnie, it's surly forgotten you." She mumbled as she pulled on her black, dirty hoodie and sighed before walking over to a window that looked out into the streets. She was in the inner city part of town, or rather she was trapped there. It seemed like almost every street she turned on to try and leave the city and move out to the more suburban area was crawling with the infected. Right now, she could see shuffling bodies stumbling around the street from the 5th story where she stood. From the looks of outside it was still early morning, probably a little past 6 a.m. She sucked her teeth as she thought about her next move, then her stomach rumbled, answering for her. Ronnie turned from the window and made her way across the small, trashed space, carefully stepping over piles of thrown about belongings from a family long since gone. She walked into the kitchen and rummaged through cabinets finding ingredients to make things but nothing she could actually eat.


"Oh, great, I can eat straight flour and baking soda, or...." She grumbled as she flung open more cabinets, almost giving up hope but a single can of ravioli stood out, tipped over and rolled to the back as if hiding itself away just for her. "Bingo!" She hissed with excitement as she clutched the can and popped the tabbed top, throwing it back and letting the cold food slide into her mouth. Eating ravioli cold from the can was something she did before the infection, so this was a delightful treat to stumble upon. When she was finished she tossed the empty can over her shoulder, wincing only slightly as it smacked against the wall and grabbed her gear. Next on the list was to find clean drinking water and more arrows.


"Gotta find a way into the sporting goods store today." She whispered to her reflection in the mirror. It had been a goal she set for herself weeks ago but the horde that hung around the large store had kept her at bay, but hey what was this life without goals, right?

 

[SEVENTRIALSOFHABIT]

Mark woke to silence.


Which was odd, considering the neighbourhood he lived in, which was always loud somewhere, even at eight in the morning, especially since the outbreak a year ago. Fighting was common now, as the survivors fought and struggled against the undead and the undead also fought among themselves. Mark heaved himself out of his bed and got dressed, choosing combat boots, just in case. He was lucky to have kept control of his apartment even after everywhere else flooded with the infected. As he got dressed, he checked for wounds or bite marks, as he had to be sure. He wanted to get through this. It couldn't possibly last much longer, as he grabbed his dad's old gun from the kitchen counter and headed out to see if there were any other survivors in his area.


The sun was bright. It's gonna be a long day, Mark thought to himself.

 

[FujoshiStar]

Caleb tried to keep his eyes focused on the road. He held the stirring wheel tight, and opened the window of his six seater jeep. He hoped the wind would wake him up a bit. He hadn't slept much last night; but then again, he hadn't slept much since the out break began. How could anybody? There was always the constant fear of being eaten while asleep by the zombies, or waking up being in a cage because you were about to be eaten by other humans. The second choice actually happened to him back in his small town. The only reason he escaped was simply because an idiot left the cage he was in, open. He shivered. The thought that most of the people he thought he trusted changed in only a second after they realized there was no food left, scared him. How could he trust anybody if they were going to change like that so easily. He shook his head. I need to stop thinking about this. I need to stop thinking about this. I need to stop thinking about this. If he didn't, he'd loose his ability to trust people , and that was the one thing that made him....him.


He needed happy thoughts. Yeah, happy thoughts.


He remembered where he was going- that put a slight smile on his face.


Caleb was on his way to the city. He hoped he'd find his parents there. He hadn't seen them for about a month and that was far too long. There was no doubt in his mind that they were alive. Dad was in the army for most of his life so he knew how to survive of the land, he was the one he taught Caleb everything he knew; Mom used to have cancer but she fought it off, so she certainly was a fighter. Just thinking about his reunion with his parents brightened any bad mood or situation he was under.


That's right Caleb, He thought, just think about them. Think about the hugs and love you'll receive when you find them.


And with that thought in mind, he stepped on the petal of his car, and drove a little bit faster towards he city.

 

[FlipperDaPenguin]

Zack was about to turn back, but immediately looked out on the road.


To his surprise, He saw a zooming car!


Zack quickly took out his pistol and started shooting, trying to get the cars attention.


Because he was in such a hurry, Zack had shot wrong and the bullet shot into the car's wheel.


"Oh shit!" He shouted to himself. Zack quickly swung himself off the balcony.


He started running to the car, who seemed to be struggling to take control.


The car sped to a stop, smoke began to come out from the engine.


@FujoshiStar

 

[FujoshiStar]

It came in an instant. One second Caleb was driving around humming to the soft country music that played in his car and then then the next minute he heard gun shots go off in every direction. He didn't have time to react to this because he heard something go "POP!" only a second later. Before he knew it, his car car swerved on the road from left to right. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" He kept repeating as he tried to take control of his now out of control car. He pushed break on his car, but by the time he did his car smashed into a street light. Glass flew every which way within the car. He didn't seem to feel it because he fell unconscious the moment he hit into the poll.