Just a Little Hope
I know I say this a lot, but this time I actually meant it instead of it just being an empty phrase. "I'm tired." I was truly tired; exhausted even. Why, you ask? Because ever since it happened and they started appearing, I've been on the run. I didn't exercise so running for my life took a lot out of me.
Though, I hadn't seen one of them for a while now. Maybe they're gone? I doubt it. I was glad I at least had Mocha with me though. I had found her about two weeks prior, scavenging through someone's trash. She was scruffed up, dirty, and smelt horrid, but once I cleaned her up, she had a nice mocha color to her, and not knowing her name, I decided that's what I'd call her. I figured she could keep me company since it's better than being alone.
It's been about two months since everything. Those things are fast, which makes it ten times scarier; not that just seeing them isn't scary enough. I think I've almost had a heart attack a few times. Just imagine: You're sitting in class, just like any other day, doodling on the corner of your paper, when all of a sudden you hear an announcement, "All staff and students please report to the front parking lot. I repeat, all staff and students report to the front parking lot. Quickly."
As you're walking outside in confusion, you hear the screeching of police sirens and ambulances, and to make matters worse, a long drawn out howl that could only belong to a tornado siren. Panic settling in, you witness everything unfold as staff and students run all around you while you listen to their screams. Confusion, dread, panic, fear. All of these emotions while you stand there, frozen. Too horrified by all of the sounds to move an inch. You didn't think it could get any worse until someone, or something, was charging straight towards you. They looked sick but were moving fast. Every step they took closer to you, you could tell they weren't human. Their mold colored flesh, sunken eyes, shredded clothes; all of it was so unsettling it sent chills down your spine. That was the start of it.
I want to go back to when my mom made me pancakes for breakfast. Back to when I'd meet up with my friend just to sit in silence together because that's what made us happy. Silence. There's more silence than ever now, but not the peaceful silence you'd get on a Saturday afternoon. When I was younger, people used to ask me, "What superpower would you want to have?" and I would always tell them I couldn't choose. I think if I could have any superpower in the world now, I'd want the ability to travel back in time.
