Some People…

Some people are just so goddamn courageous that i can be burned to death whenever i get to talk to them…

Some people are so goddamn nice and friendly that i’m blinded by their bright aura…

Some people are so goddamn gentle and caring that i feel like a piece of shit next to them…

Some people are capable of talking so fast without any pause that i feel like a retard compared to them…

Some people are geniuses that drown me in the ocean of despair (can never keep up with their intelligence)…

Some people are so tough and unbreakable that they make me realize a weakling like me wont be able to survive…

Some people are so kind and generous that i feel like a piece of shit that is stepped on by an angel’s shoe…

Some people are able to take fast decisions even under pressures that they make me want to hide in my shell…

Some people are just so soulful and spiritualistic that they make me see emptiness whenever i peek through my soul…

Some people are so creative that i feel like the most boring person in the entire universe…

Some people are so stable and consistent that they make me feel like a freakin’ jellyfish…

Some people are so organized that i feel like a ship wreck…

Some people are so empathetic that i feel like a piece of shit that is stepped on by an angel’s shoe and is known for bringing misfortune…

Some people are just so cheerful that they make me feel like a demon from hell…

Some people are able to smile from the depth of their heart…

Some people are the stars that shine on the world…

Some people are just so alive…

But then again, i dont give a shit…

Cause as long as i’m bound to that one person, i dont need to be those people…

As long as that one person is alive and breathing, i feel complete…

Like, when all the stars align, i will be that one black hole, never to be seen, never to be heard.

And that one person will be the brightest star in the universe, sending some energy for me to absorb, keeping me awake.

Because it doesnt matter what kind of a freakin’ space thingy i am, i still exist, i’m still here, along with those stars.

I’m still me, having awareness and feelings and shit.

I still have some star-ish elements left, even when being in the form of a freakin’ black hole.

As long as that one person still breathes me the wave of life, i know, i know that i’m still dragged by the motion of the time.

I still flow, i can still feel every single movement in the universe.

I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.

December 30th, 11.30 A.M.

“At first I heard a sound, like a motorcycle, and so I peaked outside through the window to find you turning off the engine,” Sarah explained while turning on the stove and lighting it up using a lighter. She insisted on giving me food as soon as I stepped on this house’s floor. “I called Leo to show him what—I mean who—I just saw. I mean, I just saw a human for the first time since we left home! And I thought it was a miracle. I kept telling Leo to hurry up while walking towards the police station. I was just so excited. But Leo didn’t seem to be in excitement at all. He was so cautious—“

“Cause I don’t want us to get hurt.” I turned and saw Leo pulling out a dining chair to sit on it. “She could be a bad person, you know, with only the intention of getting foods and weapons in her head and not minding to kill us to get what she wants. Turns out I was wrong. Sorry.” He said the last two sentences while looking at me with his expressionless eyes.

“Well, I can’t say you’re wrong about the foods and weapons thing—I mean who doesn’t need foods and weapons these days? But you are wrong with the killing thing,” I said.

“Yeah. You need to stop worrying too much about too many things like that, Leo. So Sam, you were alone all this time?” Sarah asked. I could see she was putting her hand above the frying pan to feel the heat.

“Yep,” I answered. “Been on the road for weeks.”

“That’s your motorcycle?” this time it was Leo who asked.

“Not officially,” I replied while looking at Sarah picking up a canned food. I think it’s a sardine. “I used to just walk, but I found the motorcycle sometime last week with its key attached. I know it’s been abandoned for so long, and so I declared my ownership of it.”

“Well, Leo used to drive his car with me on the front passenger seat clearing out our path. But then our car broke for some reason and so we decided to go on foot. Luckily it wasn’t long before we found this town,” Sarah explained while pouring the sardine onto the pan.

“This town…” I mumbled. “I’m wondering why everything in this town seems to be still in the proper place.”

“We are, too,” Sarah said. “But I think there’s no problem with it. We can still live a normal life here.” She said the last sentence in a tone of forced relieve while smiling at me.

Leo sighed. I turned my head to look at him. He still had no expression on that face of his. But I noticed there was a fast glint on his eyes, like umm… I don’t know. Devastation, perhaps? “Define normal life,” he said in a low voice, and then stood up.

No one said anything while Leo was putting the chair back in its place. But then Sarah asked, “Where are you going?” She sounded like she wasn’t wondering where he was going at all. It was subtle, but I thought she asked the question because of another reason.

“My room,” Leo answered while walking out of the kitchen.

Oh God, I hate this intense awkward atmosphere.

December 30th 10.47 A.M.

Honestly I had no idea where I was. Here, it looked like one of those creepy towns in horror movies. Hadn’t seen any freakin’ zombie around here. That’s good, though one could never relax in this kind of situation. It was so silent it’s creeping me out badly.

I had stopped my motorcycle and turned off the engine since a while ago. But I was still sitting on it, thinking. I could just rush towards a minimarket down the road, but it’d be nice to check on the police station first to see if there was some kind of weapon in there I could use. Probably local zombies here didn’t actually like to welcome strangers, so I guess right about now, they were staying inside, hiding while keeping their eyes on me. So yeah, getting ammunitions and hopefully another gun would be the best idea for now.

But seriously though, do zombies think like that? You know, hiding and stalking and everything? Well I guess there was a probability of one in one thousand.

Whatever. Now let’s see, I got into the police station already, and saw there was a pocket knife on the desk. I picked it up and decided to keep it. And I’ll happily tell you that I found a lot of shotgun shells inside the lockers next to the desk. I put them all inside my backpack. Now I gotta go into the next room to see if there’s a full loaded gun in there I can use.

Nope. I got nothing. Seemed like they had taken all of the guns here with them, though it’s weird that they didn’t take the pocket knife and shotgun shells which I just found in the other room as well. It’s okay though, I suppose I’m gonna be just fine with only a shotgun and a pocket knife. It’s better than having no weapon at all.

Wait. Hold on. I felt a presence.

I lifted my shotgun, aiming it while walking slowly towards the door. I could hear a voice. No, two voices, talking to each other. They were not zombies for sure. They were gonna enter this room, so I waited.

The door was opening slowly. I was eager to see who’s opening it. “No zombies here. Just open—“

The door banged. My finger moved to touch the trigger.

There, standing before me, were two normal human beings (at least it seemed like they were normal). A boy and a girl. The boy carried a crossbow and the girl carried a rifle. Both had blonde hair, and both seemed to be around my age.

Awkward silence time. With a bit of intensity. Someone needed to lower their gun and start talking already. Come on, you two. I got here first so you need to be the first to… Fine, whatever. See? I’m lowering my shotgun.

“Name’s Samantha, or Sam for short,” I said. “I’m still fully human so you don’t need to worry about being bitten here or somethin’ like that. And please don’t just bang the door whenever you hear a human’s voice coming from inside the room behind it.”

They lowered their gun. I sighed. Finally.

“I’m Sarah, and this is my twin brother, Leo,” the girl introduced herself and the boy.

Twins, huh? I like twins.

And that was it. We talked for a while, I asked if I could join them wherever they’d go, they said yes, but it turned out that they weren’t going anywhere since they had stayed in this neighbourhood for like a week, and they weren’t planning to leave. I said I’m fine with it, and so they took me in. They showed in which house they were staying. I wondered how come everything in this neighbourhood seemed normal, without any indication of a chaos that might had happened here, a chaos caused by people turning into zombies. This town still felt creepy with its silence and an unexplainable aura surrounding it, though. However, nothing seemed to be out of order. How the hell did the people here escape, then? Was there any kind of panic or anything?

Okay I’m going to describe these twins that I just met. They were apparently 19 years old, which made them a year older than me. They came from a place far away from here (I’m not telling you the name of the place). Both of their parents died (their father turned and bit his wife, she shot him on the head and then she killed herself). All of that was witnessed only by Leo cause Sarah wasn’t home at the time. When she got home, she saw Leo had packed everything they needed to survive on the road. Since then, they had been searching for a safe place to live, until they found this place.