It's always a slow process in the movies. It all starts with one or two people who get infected and they end up spreading it to more people and then more people and even more people get infected. That's what it's like in the movies. To me, it just seemed like I woke up and the world had done a 180. It probably wasn't that drastic of a change. I'm sure there were signs, I just didn't care enough to pay attention. To be honest, I'm kind of glad about that. I got to live in my own safe world that much longer. But that's over now. The world has changed and I have to change with it. Or I could just die. The thought doesn't disturb me as much as it would have before all this started. But that isn't an option anymore. There are people counting on me. If I die, so do they.
Trapped
This is a world where fears are twisted and bent into something that gives shape to my own rendition of hell. It's a place where worms rupture from my skin, where stars fall to the earth and destroy everything I care about. Where floods happen in streets and buildings burn and wild creatures lurk at each and every corner. Where I'm weak and vulnerable, unable to do anything but cower as the apocalypse wipes me from existence. No one is safe here. This world is a place where we are always being hunted by the fears and monsters inside our own heads. This is an island with no escape and no control. Even with eyes open, they are watching. As your chest tightens and you gasp for air, they see all and laugh.