Night Apocalypse

Chapter 2: The Past

Chapter 2: Day 1.1

"What should we do first?" I asked her, my voice trembling with fear.

"Just follow me. For now, we need to gather supplies: food, water, a vehicle, and weapons. We're dealing with those monsters. They are fast, agile, and devoid of emotions or pain. They won't stop until they catch you, and if they bite you, you'll become one of them," she explained, her words sending shivers down my spine.

Her description of the creatures left me terrified and overwhelmed. How could we possibly survive against such relentless beings? Would we even make it through this ordeal?

"Then... what happened to everyone? Where did they go?" I asked, my voice filled with trepidation.

"They vanish when the sun rises, without a trace. Even those who become one of them disappear. I don't know what happens to them, but one thing is certain: we need to hide when darkness falls," she responded, her tone tinged with a mix of uncertainty and concern.

The thought of facing these creatures in the dark filled me with dread, but I pushed aside my fear. There were more pressing matters at hand.

"What do you want me to do?" I inquired, trying to gather my courage.

"We'll split up. Go to your house and gather whatever you can, but remember to pack only the essentials. You can also check your neighbors' homes for supplies," she instructed, her voice firm and resolute.

"Okay... Where should we meet?" I asked, my anxiety growing.

"On the main road, 4 p.m. sharp. If you're not there by 4:01, I'll leave you behind," she replied, her words carrying a sense of urgency.

"Yes, ma'am," I acknowledged, determined to fulfill my part.

Returning to my house, I packed my belongings as instructed. I gathered clothes, medicines, and the remaining canned food I had accumulated over time. As I surveyed my room, my gaze fell upon the watch my grandfather had given me. It held sentimental value, a reminder of happier times. With a heavy heart, I decided to take it with me.

Hours passed, and as I checked my watch, it was already noon. Time seemed to slip away too quickly. I finished my meal, the tears mingling with the food I consumed, a stark symbol of my solitude. Loneliness had become a constant companion since my parents' divorce and the recent loss of my grandparents. I had grown accustomed to being alone, constantly moving from place to place due to my parents' transient jobs. I never had the opportunity to forge lasting connections or friendships.

"People only remember me when they have no one else," I thought, my eyes welling up with tears. "They treat me as a temporary replacement, and when their friends return, I am left alone once again."

The weight of my loneliness intensified, and I couldn't help but feel the unfairness of it all. My life had become a cycle of fleeting connections, and now, in the face of this calamity, I couldn't help but wonder about the fate of those who had once surrounded me. Had they perished? Had anyone managed to survive?

A wave of overwhelming thoughts flooded my mind, but I knew I had to push them aside for now. Instead, I focused on the immediate danger before me and the tasks at hand.

Walking through the village, I couldn't shake the surreal feeling of being the only human left in the world. It was strangely liberating, being able to roam without the burden of judgment or expectations. Yet, the emptiness surrounding me served as a constant reminder of the dire circumstances we faced.

As I checked my watch, I realized it was still only 2 p.m. It's still too early to go, providing an opportunity to explore my neighbor's house for any useful supplies as I'm already outside the house, Leaving my bags outside, I cautiously entered the open door. This house belonged to one of my grandfather's friends, an uncle figure who had always been kind to me. Memories of my grandparents' arguments with him, often fueled by late-night drinking sessions, surfaced in my mind, bringing a bittersweet smile to my face.