Finding Genevieve
Today makes 23 days since I last heard your voice. The memory of your face brings me solace on the darkest days. It’s dark all the time now. As if when the world shifted and civilization lost its place, the sun and moon shifted too. Some days are longer, most have chosen a place to hide from her venomous rays. I hear them knocking. Always knocking. As if to taunt us out into the vicious world. Maybe one day I’ll listen and become one of them. I never stray too far at night while scavenging from what those fiends leave behind. I’ve found some things of value. Perhaps I’ll share with you one day. There are things here I can’t explain. Things I never knew, no, never wished were possible roaming around. I was almost caught once by one of the turned. He was rummaging through some old garbage cans someone had sets on fire the night before. I happened to step on what I later came to realize was a heart shaped necklace. As I bent down to pick it up and I hit my head on the metal sheet. The turned one must’ve heard me as he turned his head in my direction. Thankfully, I was still crouched down to the ground. He went back to the cans as if searching for something. I don’t know why but I feel as though It has something to do with this necklace. This necklace may be what he’s searching for. I need to keep it safe. I don’t know what it is but I feel like it’s the key, not just a key but THE key.
