I don't know how it started or when, all I remember is the day before it all went wrong is that Dad and Mom is in the garden getting cozy with each other and Bryce is in his room playing Xbox, just like they always do in a family day. But the thing is, that day didn't end up with us in the living room and watching anything that the Netflix offers. That same night we heard that scream from our neighbor and Dad decided that it is better to call it a night and so we did.

The next thing I know is the world is in chaos. There are bloods everywhere and we couldn't go out. I was terrified seeing that zombies are really and they are not only eating the brain but any parts of your body. I should've stopped myself from watching but I can't. It felt surreal but this is the truth. We are trapped and there is no way out!

The truth is, I am scarred. Scarred that I know by the time you are reading this my family and I are probably a member now of the rapid growth of the zombie family and one of those who didn't have the chance to live life to the fullest and dead without even knowing and trying to fight. 

I am sorry I harm you. You see, it is beyond our control.

Love,

Josie

It's the start of Fall. Things are going down and slowly fading out of life. Leaves turns brown and fall out. Trees are bare with their branches and twigs. Wind slowly blowing against my fragile skin yet I wasn't bothered.

Looking at it, fall is never the favorite of everyone but to me this is the most special season. There is tranquil behind its loneliness that I always find intriguing. The comfortable chills and dries tells you more than summer or winter could. I am happy to see this. At least I have lived life until now.

Remembering the vast field adorned with yellow, red, orange and brown colored leaves. The small swamp nearby with a few frogs and ducks. Then, I sat down to that one bench under a leave-less tree. Lounge and enjoy this magical scenery in front of me.

Slowly, I close my eyes. Inhaled the sweet woody scent of fall for the last time. At the age of 80, to die in fall and surround to its fantastic momentum was the best.

Now, I could peacefully rest along with fall.

I couldn't see anything. The door is lock. The windows are shut. All I see is an empty black space hovering over me. I crotch down, searching for some solace within my own embrace but I never did. And I never had since long ago. 

I feel cold and empty. It's like my world is closing in. Tearing me apart. And all I could do is watch and cry, as my life was suck out of my grasp. Slowly and slowly until it fades away.

Now, I am looking to a stranger. A stranger with the same curves and lines just like mine once upon a time. With a cold brown eyes staring and taunting me.

I drop to my knees and cry... 

"I should've fought them. And maybe, I won't be a stranger to myself."