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.

With love, Genevieve

Day 56, I feel like I’m losing my mind. If I had you maybe the situation wouldn’t feel so bleak. I miss you. All I can think about is your lips on mine, your hands inching their way up my thighs. Just the thought of holding you or holding your hand sends me over the edge. I hope, no, I know that you are safe. I know that you will come back to me. That you would be here if you could be. I’m sorry we had that argument before you left. If I had just sucked up my pride and apologized I wouldn’t be here alone. One more thing, I’m pregnant.

With love, Genevieve

Well, now we’re up to 120 days of this new world with no end in sight. I’ve waited for you. I’ve grieved you. I’ve mourned your death time and time again. Yet I keep reliving the memory of you; it’s the only way I know how to survive. Every time I cry for you my heart breaks a little more. Every time I think of you I think of your smile. How enchanting it was. Your laugh was contagious to everyone around you. Every time I think of you I see the empty seat next to mine and I get angry. When I get angry I scream, and when I scream I cry. When I cry I think of you and when I think of you our little munchkin kicks up a storm. I think Chad Junior has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? He seems to like it, he seems to like it a lot.

With love, Genevieve

Day 185, something is wrong I can feel it. It’s a similar feeling to the one I got from my necklace. It feels heavier somehow. I’m not sure why I keep writing these letters but they bring me comfort on these trying days. I know that you are gone but I hold on to the hope that one day we will be together again. In heaven perhaps? If such a place existed Jr and I would be right there with you. I’m starting to lose my faith, my hope, my humanity. I’m not sure how much longer I can last.

Wait, there they go again pounding on the door… It seems more relentless this time. likw theh need to get it. Oh no, they want it, the necklace!

I must hide it! If you find these letters know that the necklace is the key. The necklace is the key!

With love, Genevieve

(Second Person’s POV)

“And that’s all I found when I got there” said Chad “How do you expect to find her? Find them?” asked Roger. “With this.” Chad pulled out a gorgeous silver heart shaped necklace.