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DAMAGED.
<A fictional blog.>
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-September 17, 2017------
I don't understand how this works. I should be dead right now. But I'm not.
Close to it, but not. Not yet.
It was a month before the end of the war, or as the others called it, The Great War of the End of the World.
I was in a fatal car crash, wounding me very badly. If it hadn't been for my girlfriend hugging me at the exact moment we flipped.
Her body saved me, being a sort of cushion. I saw the life come out of her eyes, and I knew she was dead.
We were in the back seat, the back seat of my friend Jacobi's car. Nice Jeep. We were on our way from the Azusa Mountains. We were shooting guns at the range.
On our way back, a trucker got mentally retarded and he stopped his car, suddenly, and it swerved the end of his truck- the part with the gasoline- towards us.
Jacobi swerved his car, and we flipped off the side of the mountain.
After seeing my girlfriend get killed by my weight, by me landing atop of her as we fell down...
I blacked out.
Next time I woke up, I was in the hospital.
Just me. No nurses. No doctors. It was daylight, and I checked the calendar on the wall besides me.
It read November 13, 2016.
I checked in the cabinet besides my bed and tried opening it.
Locked.
I got up, but realized tubes were in my arms, in my chest.
After plucking them out and stretching, I looked outside the window.
Everything was mayhem. I saw blood on the streets, fires, heard gunshots and blood curdling screams.
But the screams came from inside the hospital. Close to me. I got up and turned around. Closed the curtains.
If I'm on a reality show, they better fucking come out now, I thought to myself.
I opened the door, and nearly instantly closed it, and felt sick.
There, on the floor, was a dead nurse, blood on the floor, walls, my room door. On her neck.
I sat huddled for a good 8 or so minutes. I opened the door again, she was gone.
I sighed a relief, for maybe it was some weird thing I thought was there.
But then I noticed the blood was still there, and right when I closed the door.
I see down the hall a nurse and a patient. I asked aloud, "Excuse me, Miss? Sir? Where the hell is everybody at?!"
They turned around, and started shambling towards me.
They weren't human. I can promise you that much.
I ran the opposite direction, and ran into an opened door. It said in fine print, ROOM 302.
I jumped into it and closed the door. Turned the light switch on. No electricity. Shit.
I then looked on the bed. And what do you know?
Jacobi.
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