The day started at exactly 12:01 A.M.

Coincidentally, so did the apocalypse. 

Everyone I know is dead. It spread so quickly through my area, I haven't even found one person still alive. 

It's 10 p.m. at night, and my flashlight is starting to dim. I'm trying so hard to stay alive, but I know I'll just end up one of the casualties of the apocalypse. Another zombie to be put down, another body to be burned, another human who died early. 

It seems the entire town decided to have a party at my place without my permission, because the house is flooded and surrounded with the walking dead.

I can hear them scratching at my door. I probably won't survive to see the sun. 

But... In a world like this, I'm not sure I want to.

-Hannah Leona Whittman

My Grandpa’s farm

Is the perfect setting

A pale purple house rests on a hill

Almost faded to the point of gray

I see it from the old gravel road

On top of the rolling hills

Hidden by trees that keep mulberries in their branches

I see it through the kicked up chalky dust

That coats the car with a layer of thin powder

When the sun comes up

In front of the old purple house

The dew catches on the garden

The sun shines over the hill

And makes all the land sparkle

and the air mist

From the house on a hill

I can see the fields

The cows and the pond

The timber hides the horizon

From every direction

The lower lot

Filled with fresh clay

and a big blue barn

Is overflowing with life.

Cows, cats, and Jadie

The old lab who follows me dutifully

Wherever I go

In the house

There is always a good meal

A glass window

That makes rainbows on the carpet as the sun streams through it

There is a big calico cat

Who sits on my lap as Grandma teaches me to embroider

Or as I watch an old movie on a faded print couch in the den

There are many little oil lamps

Jewelry boxes

and warm quilts

I will never let my grandparent’s farm

Leave my heart

Or my head

Even when It’s long gone

I feel it

Deep in my chest

I feel my muscles twist

Feel panic creep into my senses

I'm terrified

Of nothing

Of everything

Anxiety twists my heart

And gnaws at my soul

It makes me feel

Worthless

Makes me feel 

Abandoned

Makes me worry

Over nothing

Is it nothing?

Am I terrified 

For no reason?

I can't kill this monster in my chest

With logic

With Reason

Or knowledge

It doesn't matter

It's coming.

I can feel it rising up

Ready to twist my heart

Once again

Under harder skies I see

Where lovers lost you close your eyes

Real Lyrics:

Under hardest guise I see

Where love is lost your ghost is found

To you, my flower

One hundred miles away

And yet, you love so

To you, my mountain

An anchor in troubled times

I still love you so

We've been friends for so long. 

You've been beside my side, been there for me

Since the day I met you

I wish...

But no. I'll never tell you.

Never ruin what we have.

I won't take the chance.

And...

...

You're so perfect

While I'm so far gone

That I'll never join you

When we both depart

I'll be far below you as you soar

As you should've without me holding you down

Holding you back