The zombie apocalypse was more like an odd affliction.
There were many large pockets of civilization and I recall my refusal to stay with a single group for any period of time.
At one point I had a person with me and we were trying to get to a point, instead of a drop-off/evacuation pick-up after a recent infection started to take hold where general skin contact with the infected was enough to turn. People were literally living zombies like a boil, plague sort of infection.
Everyone knew there was a massive herd coming, like a storm we couldn’t stop.
So I decided to not go to a drop off but the point. I felt that I could do more there. As we’re running by trackers, hunters, and supply runners I warn them of my bad feeling about the closest drop off.
They call me insane for trying to get to the underground point. But I’m adamant. I need to. Get THERE.
As I’m running with the person, a plane is flying backwards in the sky, getting larger and larger. We discover it is spinning out of control and crashes near the drop-off.
Buildings are on fire. People are screaming. It is mass confusion, and we need to skirt its edge.
The person with me insists we stop to help the people. And I look out over the chaos. I even see familiar faces trying to help the wounded and the afflicted and I say ‘no. They’re already lost.’
And I desert them. I desert my friends, and even a family member. We navigate the treacherous tunnels. We move like some of the zombies to sneak by.
And we make it to the safety point just in time.
But one gets in.
The point is filled with kids and teens and young people terrified and displaced.
And a fucker gets in. And I take the only weapon anyone has out of the hands of a frightened woman and kill the one thing that could’ve turned hundreds of innocent people trapped at a point because they’d lost other people and had nowhere else to go.
And I turn to the person and I throw down the fire extinguisher and point at them yelling “THAT’S WHY WE LEFT. YOU CAN’T SAVE EVERYONE JES. SOME PEOPLE ARE MEANT TO FALL BEHIND. SOME PEOPLE ARE MEANT TO DIE. THERE WAS NOTHING YOU COULD DO FOR THEM. YOU GO WHERE YOU CAN DO GOOD.
“go where you can do good.”
And I woke up.
—jes
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