So, as all days go, I was spending time lying down doing absolutely nothing. I enjoyed the nothingness. It was good. Better than working a 9-5, or opting for a passion project. All I cared about, was pizza. Then it began.
A meteor the size of a CONTINENT that sored above the sky, only growing in size.
"YES! YES! YES!", I screamed. For the world to end before I start my job, just how much better could this get.
And yes, I did have a job, I was just waiting to be on-boarded. Anyway, we'll get back to that later.
For what felt like the end of the world, the meteor simply passed by Earth. "NO! NO! NO!"
The End.
Ahha! Or so you would think! A purple haze spread across the sky with the meteor that passed. Suddenly, the air was poisoned with something visibly deadly. A fly roaming around the house, dropped dead. Silence, spread through the room.
I closed the window and ran out to the living room, but it was too late. The haze had entered the house. My father gasped for air, as my mother fell to the ground.
Dragging their bodies into my room in a panic, I made this breathless journey, closing the door of my room. As the haze began to seep through the doors, I pushed my clothes across the gaps, filtering the air as much as possible.
I taped the door with whatever I could find, and called an ambulance. The number was busy, I was in a panic, and while I was gasping for air, my mother vomited her guts out. Blood spread across her face, the bed, and my father's shirt.
Before I could even collect myself, a loud BAM encompassed the surrounding area. Roads were jammed, I could hear the gunfire, and the screams. They just grew louder and louder.
While I was processing this, my mother's eyes grew lifeless.
"HELP!", I screamed. Then the same happened to my father. I checked for their pulse while holding in the tears. Dead. My parents died before my eyes.
My inner monologue went, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! What do I do now?", as I sat in a corner, shivering.
Then "IT" happened. Their eyes opened, their veins were popping out of their heads. Blood drooling through their mouths, they rose like everything was normal. A moment of silence, before they glared right at me.
I was elated to see them alive. As I was about to get up, my mother, or what was my mother, pounced at me with her teeth just centimeters apart from biting me.
"The Zombie Apocalypse??! NOW???!!"
With all the adrenaline running through my veins, I pushed her to the side and ran out to open the door.
Before my parents could chase me, I closed the door behind me and gasped.
'The haze. I forgot about the haze.'
With the haze now well into my bloodstream, I gave up. I sat down, leaning on the door. Hearing the screeches of my parents and the screams of the people below, I cried.
'What is this hell? What did I do to deserve this?'
As I got up, I realized, I was immune. The purple haze didn't seem to affect me the way it did for my parents.
With the little hope that I now had, I rushed to the corridor outside the apartment and checked 802. I rang the bell and knocked on the door. "Is anyone in there?! Some of us are immune to the haze! Stay away from the dead!"
If anything, warning the others only made sense. As I ran across the line, a door opened. 803. A young girl stood out crying, "My f- father bit me!"
A bite mark visible on her arm, that stemmed a greenish glow, almost as if infected. Her eyes, light red.
A second later, a man rushed out of the apartment, and fed on the girl, biting her down her neck, ripping her flesh apart.
She didn't even scream. She died instantly. The man was in the same condition as my parents. Before I could even think of doing anything, with its blood-soaked mouth, the zombie glared right at me.
I ran back into my apartment, and slammed the door. As I looked through the peephole, I saw the zombie gnawing its teeth at my gate.
With the door locked, I was safe, at least for now. Getting out was a bad idea.
Then it clicked. Watching the news might help.