It’s happening!

Okay, I did not think I would live to see this day!

*throat clear*

Okay, I should probably explain. Today, the zombie apocalypse started. 

I should start from the beginning.

Today was a normal day... well, for me. I tripped down the stairs (didn't break anything this time, so... that was good), nearly missed my bus, and managed to make a whole shelf of books fall.

I had skipped lunch, so I was quite hungry, and ended up stealing some of T's trail mix. Not that she'd mind - we share everything else. She came in a bit later, while I was eating said trail mix, and only shook her head at me.

"Em, how many times have I told you not to take my trail mix?" She asked, smiling.

"T," I mocked, "how many times have you actually meant it?"

She grinned. "None."

I grinned back at her. Life was good.

We stayed in the bookstore, T was at the till and I was restocking shelves. After I put out the twentieth crappy YA romance book, I was sick of the silence the store had fallen into. This led me to the in-store radio. I turned the channel to a good music station, and nodded along to one of my favourites of the current Top 40. 

Suddenly, the radio station crackled, as if losing signal. Which was impossible - the store was close to a radio pylon. It switched back on to the radio show host sounding very very panicked.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a news channel has just gotten through to all radio stations in the area." A noise was heard in the background, before he screamed. "THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE HAS BEGUN!"

T and I stared at each other before panicking ourselves. We eventually calmed down, and I started making a plan, thanking myself that I had Doomsday Bags spread out around the town (what? I've been ready for the end of the world for a while now - you know that).

Halfway through my plan, T laid a hand on my shoulder. "Em. I don't want to go on."

"What?"

"I wouldn't be able to survive, and I'd only slow you down. Please. Go on without me."

"What... what will you do?"

"Kill me before you go. I don't want to be zombie food."

Staring at her, making sure she knew what she was deciding, I nodded. Going through my bag, I pulled out my knife.

I stared at it, and then at T, and then back again. "Just do it." She said, exposing her neck to me. 

I put the knife down, before walking behind her. I compressed her two carotid arteries for about five minutes. By the end of one minute, she had passed out. After five, I checked her pulse - she was dead.

I sat in the middle of our store, crying, mourning and grieving for T. Finally, I dried my eyes. T would not want me to end up dead because I was grieving her which led to my not noticing a zombie and then getting eaten.

Still sniffling, I ran out to the stockroom, climbed up to the highest shelf (that nobody ever used) and pulled out a rucksack. This was my first Doomsday Bag. I updated them regularly, so that the items in it wouldn't expire (yeah, I thought of food and medicine and stuff).

After thoroughly checking it for any damages, I ran out, a knife in one hand and a baseball bat in the other. I soon came across a guy distributing guns. Barely anyone was taking any, not seeing the sense in arming themselves and instead running around like headless chicken. I, however, put my knife in my bag, and quickly took a small handgun (which came with its own cute little leather holster which could hang on my belt). The guy gave me dozens and dozens of magazines for it before we parted ways. The gun remained in its holster (mostly because I was afraid of breaking it before I could use it).

All too soon, it was nightfall. I broke into a convenience store, and found three other people here. Two boys, one girl. We have banded together to find a safe space for ourselves. One boy has another firearm, the other boy carries a machete, and the girl continuously clutches at her baseball bat, terrified. We have decided to leave tomorrow. The others have taken as much food and drinks from the store as possible, so I quickly did the same. 

And now, I have to sleep. Let's hope it's not for the last time.

Signing off,

Emma C.