Writings Of A Simple Girl

May 16, 2017

It's strange to think that the last time I had my period, no one was anything close to a zombie. I guess that just shows how fast everything happened. In the space of four weeks, the virus started, spread, and killed half the human population. Survivors mourned the dead until they got back up. It was Sunday in April when it happened. 

It's nothing like the films say it is. It's not the terror or the masses of people running and screaming.  It's just confusion. It's never getting a straight answer from anyone about what's going on, calling friends and family to ask about what they've heard. It's having sixteen different news stations that are all telling you something different. It's not being petrified in fear, it's having a gnawing pain in your stomach, telling you that something is very, very wrong.  

And tomorrow will be four weeks from when it all began, and my period will come again. I suppose that even when the world ends, life just keeps on going.