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I stopped believing in Santa when I was nine years old, and I feel like I’m gonna stop believing in my dad one day too. Maybe I already have.
I’ve learned the virus affects each person differently. I’m not sure why, but I know it does. Some, like the woman roaming the street or Ms. Klein, my patient at the hospital that night, lose all their memories, 20a total brain wipe. About twelve hours after infection, they become a shell of a person, a body with no sense of purpose or belonging. I call them Nomes—stands for no memories.
I’m always worried about the noise. It can attract biters or, worse, the burners. I call them that because all they want to do is see the world burn. They’re the ones I’m scared of.
“Never let someone bigger than you pin you to the ground. The longer you’re pinned, the more strength you give up. Act quickly and violently. Strike their most vulnerable places. Eyes. Nose. Throat. Groin. Give ’em hell, girl.” I will, Dad.
I used to hate driving long distances, with only cornfields and flatlands serving as my surroundings. It was boring, but now boring is a luxury, and I love every minute of it.
It’s calming, and it’s the first time I’ve felt calm in a very long time, even before the world ended.
home is exactly where I’m headed. Turns out it only took an apocalypse to bring me back.
Going through a breakup and then the world ending . . . that couldn’t have been easy.”
Anyone can kill. It’s about making sure everyone comes home safe.”
“The point is to grow into tomorrow, not dwell on today.”
When it comes to keeping people safe, we don’t cut corners.”
I raise my hand and swing, cracking him right across the face. Surprisingly, it fails to pull him out of his shocked state. I need to get him to snap out of this. My hands fly to the back of his neck, and I pull him into me. Standing on my tippy-toes, I close my eyes and press my lips to his, passionately moving them, kissing him to hopefully bring him back to me.
I’ve never seen him scared before, and for some reason, all I want to do is be the one who makes him fearless.
“It’s you.”
“I get you want to apologize, but let’s not rewrite history.” “I’m not rewriting it, Casey. I’m telling you the side you never knew about.”
I believe what he’s saying, but I hate him for making me love him, and I hate him even more for making me hate him.
If I were on the outside looking in, I would. It would be easy to rationalize his actions with his circumstances, to see and understand exactly how it all played out. But I’m not on the outside. I’m in here with him.
“It’s the one thing I wish I would have failed at,”
“Let’s get you all the way there then,” he says, burying his face into my center. The pleasure is immediate, rocking through my entire body. Every nerve is firing on all cylinders.
Oh fuck, I don’t think I could ever hate Blake again after this, no matter what he did.
Two years versus a few hours . . . that’s what I keep reminding myself. Time. Because that’s what matters. It’s all we have until we don’t have it anymore. Blake had all the time in the world to be with me. He just waited until the world ended, and even then, it was only because he had no other choice. Nate chose me, whereas Blake chose me after every other choice was made for him.
“It just might be. But I can’t watch you love someone else. It’d be like watching the world end all over again, and I don’t think I’d survive a second doomsday,”
“You’re right, Nate. I am a cunt.” I’ve never understood why that word was ever considered an insult. To me, it’s a compliment. It’s one of the strongest organs there is. It creates life, it makes men stupid, and it bleeds every month—yet it doesn’t die.
“Looks like we both killed our boyfriends,”
That’s exactly what I’m going to give these burners . . . their very own doomsday.
Jesus, he’s like a super-sadistic Batman.
“I just wanted you to realize that even when it feels like the world has ended, yours doesn’t have to.”

