Silence

This isn’t like the movies.

That’s all that has been going through my head for the past few hours. There’s no apocalyptic chaos; it all looks the same. I look out my window and see what I’ve seen my entire life— well-kept lawns, parked cars, leaves falling from trees. The only noticeable difference is the absolute, overwhelming quiet. No birds chirping, no cars speeding down the road. Before today, everyone associated fear with screaming, banging, anything; no one could have ever predicted this terrible, mind-numbing quiet.

The reason for this silence, I assume, is fear of being found. The creatures— calling them zombies doesn’t truly capture how terrifying they are— can hear the slightest movement. Entire cities have been destroyed because of a single person making the smallest sound.

I haven’t heard from my friends or family in hours. Contacting them would be too risky, and admitting that they might not be safe makes this all too real.

No one was prepared for this. Escape is not an option. They are not slow, like many believed they would be. They are fast, faster than anything I have ever seen. Humanity is trapped, and all we can do is hope and wait, engulfed in the deafening silence.