Lost Faith (c)
"The day that I had lost faith was the day I had actually gained it again."
The year 2025 was the start of an apocalyptic time, and it was not easy to go through, fight through, and survive upon. Every day was our struggle, our loss, and time only told us that things were going to get worse. But was it really just getting better? The whole apocalypse was the hardest thing for me, like a flight over 50 bombs, not too high above the ground, soulless and all. If you think "oh that mustn’t have been too bad for her, I mean she survived and all, must've been easy times", then you’re wrong, not one percent right, though I did survive, it wasn't exactly peaceful.
The story starts at my house, me and my family, living our normal life. I was still up past 2:39 AM, my parents, sound asleep, yawns and all. My sister and brother alike with my parents, in their gaze of the sheep, but they were much more quiet. "Everyone asleep, everyone but me, great" I thought, wondering why I had to have insomnia.
Everyone in the house sound as can be, quieter than a gnat walking across a carpet floor. I always thought that the apocalypse was fake, until that night I realized I hadn't exactly been "right". I was playing the game, Little Big Planet 2, lying with a slant against the couch. I was with my friend Loren, and suddenly I called upon her, using her nickname. I waited and waited, and as a result, she didn't reply. Her microphone was on, and I heard crazy noises in her house, crashing, banging, and I wondered what had caused all of the suspicious whereabouts and hullaballoo. I thought she just fell, or got hurt, maybe even dropped something.
I was getting bored, and I didn't want to wait on her for so long, so I walked into the kitchen, noticing the slider door was left open last night. I looked outside at the stars, as such a beautiful sight was turning into such a disaster. I didn't know what was going on, but I saw all of the trees light into flames, ash, and dust. I was very confused, and thought maybe all the noises in my friend’s house were all because of the disasters I heard outside. I was gravely frightened when I realized that my friend had gotten hurt somehow. Soon I called her, but suddenly I realized she couldn't answer her phone because maybe she couldn't get to it. I had to go help her, so I was on the way to her house, pedaling my bike as fast as I could. The chain suddenly popped, though, I was luckily close to her house, “just a block away” I thought, “just a block away”.
Once I finally reached her house, it was already 4:15 AM, and I had started walking to the door as I banged and knocked up against it. My chest pushing the window-pane in as I cried and cried, I thought I was too late, more like I knew I was too late. I heard something bang on the other side of the door, as I backed up, to my surprise I saw my friend. She banged through the glass door, leaving only the wooden pane. I was not sure why Loren had done that... but it was relieved that my friend wasn't hurt. So I gently hugged her, wiping my tears against her hair, noticing she was covered in blood. "Loren, what happened...?" I asked, patiently waiting for my answer. The answer hadn't even peaked through her lips, but one thing did, and it was a strange moan. The strangest sound I ever heard, so I thought she was just making noises to express her pain. "Loren... are you ok? ... Loren?" I spoke with confusion and doubt within myself about what had actually happened. Loren swung at me, trying to bite my neck, I knew what had come. I thought it was a prank, until I realized that she was actually more real than I thought she was. Loren was a zombie.
I ran and ran in a scared and concerned manner. Knowing my bike was broken, I couldn't get home. I even left the slider door open, my stupidity made me even more un-prepared for what was going to happen next. I didn't know where to go, somewhere that wasn't so public, and I had to go somewhere safe, packed with guns and food. “The Police” I whispered, that was my last hope, and I had nowhere else to go, nowhere nearby. I was running and running, my legs, slowing more every second, as my calves rang onto a pain. I was so tired, and I was almost there, I just couldn't give up on hope, or on faith. All I could think about was if my family was safe, and not only were they safe, but I questioned myself, asking if any of them knew what was going on. Had my family been bitten, had they caught the virus? I was confused, lost. I never thought this would happen, and I never knew how this could happen. But the good thing was, I had apocalyptic experience from playing lots of zombie and war games, though it was little help, I knew what kinds of guns to use, and food to keep.
I was right about to lose my mind, until I realized my eyes had cleared a path to the police station. I felt so hopeless until I saw a shortcut, but then my feelings swapped back again. A man grabbed me, and I had no idea who he was or why he'd even grabbed me in the first place, I was frightened and nearly had a heart attack. The curls in my hair thrashing up and down as I tried to escape the cage of his arms. I suddenly realized it was only my dad trying to protect me. I was so relieved when I finally noticed I was safe after all. I turned around, my arms squeezing his face and neck, almost choking him. My hug was like a lock against his body. But I slowly backed away realizing my sister was infected, which was not so hard to tell by the grunting sounds spewing slowly out of her mouth. She had almost caught my mother. I saw a gun in my father’s left hand, and I slowly picked it up making sure it was loaded with ammo. Throwing my hand in the air I shot my sister, but with a bit of hesitation, and within an instant, tears ran down my face. My father didn't know my sister was bitten, and he thought I was crazy, he wondered why I'd killed my sister, why I'd killed his child, his family.
But once I'd explained to my father what the real reason I'd shot my sister was, we were all trying to support each other. We all had some cries, and we all had to grieve. It was all part of survival, and it was all part of life, apocalypse life I guess. I always thought I wouldn't survive long. But I always thought I would survive longer than my sister, and I was right... I felt so terrible about her dying, but I felt so good about it. I mean, she wouldn't have to go through the terrible apocalypse times, like all of us.