Foreplay injected deep

Seasoned kisses infused

Your love marinated my appetite

~ADayDreamWriter

Two roads diverged on the path I took,

And sorry I could not take both

And only being me, I checked my phone

And searched for where I was,

And where the road may have ended up;

Then searched the other, so as to be fair,

With it having perhaps the better chance,

Because it was short and led somewhere;

Though as for that idea of going there

They had destinations about the same,

And both roads that morning equally lay

Without traffic in my way

Oh, I kept the first for another day,

Yet knowing how often I was late,

I doubted if I would ever go upon the slower route.

I shall be telling this without a sigh

Somewhere hours and hours past:

Two roads diverged on a path, and I-

I took the one that was quicker,

And that has made all the difference. (In getting to work on time-Hooray!)

I love many of Robert Frost's poems and the classic "The Road Not Taken" is one of my favorites. However in the modern age, I can't imagine picking which way to go based on the amount of wear or travel that has occurred on the path. The symbolism of the original poem is grand, But, I wanted to showcase that in this day and age, choices are impacted so much by technology and efficiency. In this case-how much time would each road take to get one's destination? 

It happened to be just the other day,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That I heard the broken tears of a maiden whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee

This maiden she sobbed, as did I, because she could no longer 

Love and be loved by me.

I had aged, and she had aged,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But yet even with a failing heart, I still have love for 

I and my Annabel Lee,

And I mourn for what was lost because so many 

Coveted her and me.

I sit alone, and pass time skipping stones

In this kingdom by the sea,

And day and night I recall the chilling of

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

The ocean of my tears swallowed her,

And bore her away from me;

I imagine that now she sleeps alone,

In this kingdom by the sea.

When a love is stronger than the magic of angels, 

Many went envying her and me -

Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That I was left alone and lost after our demons came,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. 

Though it is true that they tried, with hatred in their eyes,

They came after her and me

I held onto her as tightly as I could,

And I shattered as she was thrown into the sea

Perhaps my cries were heard, as I screamed 

"Come back to me, my beautiful, the beautiful Annabel Lee." 

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

As the sun goes down and shines its last gleam, I dream 

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And oh the stars how they fall, life means nothing at all, without the light

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee,

And all night I abide, I remain by her side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

The most sane I have ever been, I jumped heart first into the sea 

To join the beautiful Annabel Lee,

Now I lay with her, sleeping soundly, 

In her tomb in the sounding sea. 

I am the lonesome gesture

Paralyzed by silence

Reliving that what was

On cyclical repeat

My months of penance

For the freedom of my mind

I keep all my doubt here

Packed into intense days

Of my own self hatred

I let it wash over my skin

To bathe in sins reminder

Of just who I'm not anymore

Do you care?                                                                                 care, you do.

You? Love? Really, I do                                                       Do I really love you?

Broken were we, but hopeful                                Hopeful but we were broken.

Worlds divide you and me                                        Me and you divide worlds.

We are bound until time stops God             God stops time until we are bound;

Doomed Lost souls know who we are      Are we, who know souls lost, doomed?

Love until we are dead                                                  Dead are we, until love.

They'd been around for awhile. Zombies. It was an illness, that messed with the brain, making agile beings with intelligent minds to one track shambling creatures wanting one thing only. Food. Brains. Scientists claimed if it hadn't been for the idea of Zombies before this, they wouldn't crave brains. It started in poor countries and slowly started to spread. Those that got it were put in quarantine. But it spread so easily and too fast. Now it was truly an apocalypse. The world was ending. I

Sorry, I had to pause. I could hear them. Any hope of survival was low. You were either eaten by a Zombie, or you became one. To protect yourself from the disease you had to wear a full body medic suit and the tiniest bit of exposed skin was your doom. Getting food and liquids were hard. Almost all sources were contaminated. People have barricaded their houses. They will probably starve to death if they do not wish to come out. I don't think there is any chance the human race will survive this illness. As far as I am aware there is almost no one working on a cure. Even if there was, who would go around telling people and administering it?

I do not think I will last more than a week. I believe I will become one of them. If I eat anything there is a possibility of the disease infecting me. But I do not wish to die either. So I am destined to die and become their food, or become one of them.

There is no hope for humanity.

I won't start this off with a cheery greeting...

I know this has been the thing that people talked about. I remember when everyone used to love to dress up as these hideous things for Halloween, just as a joke. In fact, I may have been a part of that fun, but now...

I can't be angrier for how people speculated this event. "Zombie Apocalypse" seems so over used that when these things try to break down my doors and bang on my walls, I cry. I'm sure there are people still out there... I don't want to see them. If they saw me they would know how weak I was and still am. So I sit here and look for the occasional scrap of food that could never quench my appetite. When I'm not trying to prevent myself from starvation, however, I sit here and write to nobody, wasting lots of time as usual.

just a little ago I heard a voice from just outside my home (if you could even consider this scrap pile a home) and it sounded like it needed help.

"Is anyone there?" the voice called, clearly a young one too because they made the mistake of shouting into an abandoned place. I tried to walk out carefully and slowly to make sure the kid didn't think I was a brain dead husk like some other things these days. To my surprise, he was a lot taller than expected, and he carried a gun of some kind; maybe it was broken?

"Hey kid," I said, "What are you doing here?"

"Same thing as you are, I'm sure. Trying to survive. Quite a mess here, huh?"

"My house or..?" I started moving back inside with this kid standing next to me.

"The situation, I mean. But, that's okay, complaining isn't a way to go about things."

"No," I paused, "It isn't." I turned around and kicked my journal under the bed.

I think this is the last that I will write in this damned book. It's already been crowded with so much writing, keep in mind that it is only been a day, that it's not much use to me anymore. I have decided to set off with Brycen, as I learned he went by, and leave this here. 

Goodbye you anchor,

-Lewis

Entry 1-1: around 11:30 AM

Tick. Tock. That's all I hear now. The ticking of the clock as we wait for the search party to come back; for the people who have been designated as guards to hand out food rations; for something, anything, to happen. We don't have anything to do. The ones who have friends here, sometimes talk. The ones who were lucky enough to have brought a book or two read, and everyone without entertainment just sits in silence, think about anything except the problem at hand. I don't think anyone is really thinking about the gravity of this situation. Heck, I'm writing this right now instead of thinking about whether or not the only people I know here are going to become a zombie on the way back here. Maybe they're already zombies. I wonder who will be chosen next out of the box of names to go outside on a search mission. I wonder if it will be me. I hope everyone I know is ok. I hope my friends aren't zombies already. I hope there will be enough food. I was eating breakfast (I get up early,) when my door broke and fell into my house. I stared at it, rubbed my eyes to make sure it was real, and then there was a zombie there. I don't really recall what they looked like, but at least they were slow. I was able to get out through my back door. I found this group, and we all are hiding in a house someone had built underground. Some of the people in our group had previously been hunters, and had guns that the 'guards,' and people in the search parties use, if they can. I don't know where my friends are. Oh look, it's lunch time. I'll write another entry later. I know the time because I always wear my watch. It’s not an expensive watch, but it’s what I use to tell time, other than the big clock.

Entry 1-2: around 1:00 PM

It's after lunch now. The search party sent one person back. I think their name was Ben. They told us that the search party found a radio, and also found some food. They said that when they left the group to report back here, everyone was alive. The group was at an abandoned mall. I had been relieved that my friend was still alive. I really hope they stay alive. Right now I’m walking around the house that we are all living in. I’m looking to see if there’s anything left in this house. Maybe I can discover whose house this is. I’ll update this entry if I find anything

Update: around 1:30

I found a book. It seems to be a journal of some sort. I think that it might have belonged to whoever lived here before us.

Update: around 1:40

Reading the journal was a complete waste of time. The book was blank except for someone writing ‘once upon a time’ in the first page. It seems like they were going to write a book or story, but never really got anything done. I wonder if they had any interesting story ideas. I’m going to save it to show my friend when they get back. I’m excited to see if they found anything cool! Oh, that’s them back now! I’ll update later.

Entry 1-3: around 2:00

My friend.. apparently they are a zombie now.. I.. This will be my last entry.. I’ll leave this book near the cliff. Hopefully someone finds it. Bye..

Never before have I felt so free to be who I truly am. No one here to hold me back, to judge me, embarrass me and humiliate my insecurities. Shit, I don't even think I have insecurities anymore. That bastard Charlie, always thinking he's better then me. Well I showed him. I showed him real good, and those pesky dogs that love to shit on my lawn. 

Yeah I showed them for sure. He thinks he's top man, firing me from the business. I'm his next door neighbor(or was), you think he'd carry a gun-nevermimd. It's not like it matters. His brain was too melted  from all that Zombie juice to even give a shit...I don't know what happened to society, but boy did they have it coming.