As I recalled I felt a jolt of shock. 'Alex' was the name of my childhood best friend, and we lived in the same idyllic neighbourhood. We had so many blissful memories together, playing games in the park, telling stories under the stars, and exploring the world with wonder. But when I was 8, my family had to move to another city, and it shattered my heart to leave him behind. I cried for days, wishing I could stay with Alex forever. He was my best friend, and I never stopped thinking about him until I got adapted to the new surrounding. I snapped out of my trance and shared my past with my besties. They were speechless by my revelation and questioned if he was the same, Alex. I decided to give Alex a chance and hope that he was still the same sweet and caring person I knew and adored.
As we wandered through the deserted streets, we stumbled upon a row of bungalows that had been abandoned by their owners. The owners were either dead or worse - turned into zombies! We didn't feel any guilt or remorse as we chose one of the houses to break into. I had a wicked thrill in my mind as I decided to do something illegal. The door was locked, but that didn't stop me. I set fire to the doorknob, laughing maniacally in my head as I heard Billie Eilish's "Bad Guy" song playing in my ears. The doorknob melted and I kicked the door open. We rushed inside and locked the door behind us.
Emma had enough of my blunders and took charge of the situation. She commanded us to secure all the doors and windows of the house. To our relief, we finally got to eat properly and even enjoyed some coffee. Then we decided to sleep in the same room. The house was spacious and we could have chosen separate rooms, but I argued that in this post-apocalyptic world, anything could happen and we should stick together. Everyone agreed. I was not afraid of those undead creatures, but I was terrified of ghosts and I hated sleeping alone. And then after chatting a bit, we drifted off to sleep...
The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen. I'm a coffee addict, even though I know it's bad for me. I couldn't resist the aroma of the freshly brewed beans. I thought everything was fine, but then I saw Della sitting at the table, staring blankly at the wall. She looked worried and scared. I broke the silence in the room and asked her gently, "Is everything alright? Do you want to say something?" She turned to me with a haunted look in her eyes. She told me that she had a terrible nightmare about some survivors who knocked on our door last night. We let them in, thinking they were in trouble. They were being chased by a horde of undead, but we didn't know they were criminals. They betrayed us and threw us in front of the undead to save themselves and take over our house. I chuckled nervously and said, "Bro, chill. It's just your imagination. Our brain shows us what we fear. It was just a dream." But she interrupted me and said firmly, "No, it wasn't. It was a vision. I saw everything from the start in my dreams. I thought it was nothing and that's why I didn't tell you or the others. But now they are all gone everyone in school, everyone... Either dead or turned into undead. I don't want to die or see you die." She was sobbing now. I hugged her and said soothingly, "It's alright. You have a gift. You can see the future. Let's welcome your new ability and welcome to the gifted club." We laughed it off, trying to lighten the mood. I said cheerfully, "Let's have a coffee party. My treat. I'll make it." We went and drank coffee, hoping that the nightmare would never come true.
I trusted Della's judgment and prepared myself for the worst possible outcome. As we watched Hannah and Emma descend the stairs, still groggy from sleep, I greeted them cheerfully. "Hey, sleepy potatoes, how about some coffee brewed by Aana the Great?" They shot me angry looks and I backed away nervously. "Hey, I said potato, not a deadly witch. You're giving death glares to a kid. Poor me." Emma snapped, "Who the hell is a kid? You? Huh, you act like a child most of the time, but I know you're a fucking pervert." I interrupted her, "Hey, you're the one who calls me a kiddo."
We had just finished our coffee when I suggested making omelettes for breakfast. Everyone nodded eagerly, so I headed to the kitchen to wash the coffee mugs. But before I could start, a loud knock on the door startled us. Della ran upstairs, saying something I couldn't catch. I dropped the mugs in the sink, washed my hands and followed her. We all gathered on the balcony and looked down at the door. Della pointed at the visitors and whispered, "They are the ones. The criminals." Emma and Hannah gasped. "What criminals? And why are they banging on our door? What do we do?" I said calmly, "Let's go inside. They won't bother us for long. They'll be dead soon." I led them back to the room and told them to wait while Della explained everything.
Emma looked at Della incredulously and said, "How is this even possible?" I rolled my eyes and said, "Duh, it's called precognition. You know, the ability to see visions about the future. You're such a fool, Emma." She ignored my sarcasm and hugged Della, who was smiling from ear to ear. "Oh my, congrats bro!" she exclaimed. Hannah laughed at our antics and I felt a pang of jealousy. Della and Hannah were my besties, but Emma was my best friend. I hated how she seemed to get along better with them than with me. I gave a sad pout and Hannah noticed. She hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Don't be jealous, Aana baby. You can't even hide your emotions." I chuckled and tried to shake off the feeling.
The next 15 days passed without much trouble, but on the 19th day of the apocalypse, we realized we were running low on groceries. We decided that two of us would go to the mall to get some supplies, while the other two stayed at home. I volunteered to go, and Emma agreed to join me. "As long as you don't plan our funeral," she said. I sighed and said, "Fine, I won't do anything mischievous." I secretly fantasized about going to the game zone and playing my favourite games. The whole place would be mine. But I didn't consider that where there used to be crowds of people, there would now be hordes of zombies...
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