I remember where I was on ZDay. Every survivor does. It’s a memory that’s ingrained into all of us, another trait that unites us under the banner of humanity. As for me, well, I was in one of my classes in college when people started getting calls and texts. We all remember the news stories before the shit hit the fan. Fearmongering was rampant, so a lot of people did one of two things- completely ignored it, or went into psycho-survivalist mode and stockpiled everything they could get their hands on. Me? I walked the line between the two. I was too poor to go out and buy a bunch of shit, but I did what I could with what I had. I had a nice little pile of provisions and such in my closet, in a locked trunk labeled “Winter Clothes.” I had a few weapons, nothing super fancy due to the laws on weapons on campus. So when the professors started dismissing their classes, I had my mind set on collecting that trunk and heading north, to where a buddy lived. I made it to my car and was about half way there when people started panicking. Idiots. The flesheaters weren’t even in our county yet. I had to abandon my car… I watched rioters and looters kill each other over big ass TVs, I saw some policemen who were just doing their jobs, just trying to jeep everyone calm get overwhelmed by a crowd and literally crushed to death. I saw a man kill another and steal his truck, only to crash it a block away. I saw horrors that kept me awake for months.
I made it to my place. Thank god it hadn’t been burned down yet. My roommate was pulling his shit together as quick as he could, and he asked me if I needed a ride, so I ended up bugging out in his old Suburban with him, his girlfriend, and two other chicks. It was mighty nice of him to do that for me, but I don’t feel sorry for how they died. The girls didn’t like me because I was cautious. We go into an abandoned gas station a week after ZDay and while I’m grabbing bottled water and non perishables they’re grabbing booze. All they wanted to do was party and be crazy. Nothing wrong with that, to be honest, but they were trying too damn hard. Got on my nerves. When one of them got so drunk she stopped breathing for a godawful minute or so I poured their booze out. They had no self control and they were going to get us killed. Fucking bitches convinced my roommate to abandon me while I was taking a piss two days after that. Didn’t leave me anything but the clothes on my back. So I started walking. Found them a few days later; from what I could tell they’d been partying it up and had gotten jumped by a group of people who killed them and took their stuff.
What a bummer. I had really liked that trunk.