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“Well, I really hope it doesn’t . . . but it’s going to because everything eventually ends, and that includes the world.” I know you’re supposed to believe your parents, trust what they’re saying, and I have. I’ve believed every word my dad has uttered since I learned what words meant, but now I’m not so sure anymore. 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.
“That’s right. He’ll be crying down at the road begging me to save him, and I’ll be like, ‘You should have been nice to me, Blake, because now you’re going to die.’” I put on a huge smile. A look of concern flashes across Dad’s face.
“What?” I shrug. “He’s a rotten, terrible, stupid boy.” “I know, but just because he’s terrible doesn’t mean you need to be.”
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.
“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.
Instead, Nate runs . . . right out the front door. The man I’ve been with for more than two years, who asked me to marry him two and a half months ago, who told me he loved me just a few minutes ago . . . gone in an instant. Fucking great. I knew he wasn’t cut out for an apocalypse.
home is exactly where I’m headed. Turns out it only took an apocalypse to bring me back.
“I don’t care if you’re fifty. You’ll always be my daughter, so I’ll always take care of you.”
“You can’t live with hate in your heart, Casey. It’s not healthy.” “You’re only saying that because you like him.” “No, I’m saying that because I mean it. Animosity hurts you, not the person it’s directed at. It’s like poison, but you’re the only one consuming it.”
Definitely felt that and definitely needed that!
As they say, if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em and then beat their ass later . . . or something like that.
😂😂😂
“A piece of my heart aches. It always does. Sometimes the pain is sharp and debilitating. Other times, it’s a dull twinge I’ve learned to live with.”
Felt this about my brother passing. 😭
