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Author: 98% of humans are extinct. Who cares?
To no one in particular, I’m surprised I’m alive. The History of ZOM
Everyone expected in the future there would be flying cars, space shuttles where we already have traveled a million light years ahead, complicated technology beyond our imagination, and define the laws of physics; that is how sci-fi movies work anyway.
The end of the world, people thought, would happen with an alien invasion, because those suckers have nothing better to do than destroy our planet. And if aliens did exist, they would be thousands of years advanced from us, so there would be no point. Unless their homeland was destroyed or something.
Maybe, artificial intelligence like robots will take over and we will be experimented on because they are unmerciful from what we did to them…or something like that.
Or better yet, the sun will burn in billions of years because our politicians would rather spend money on wars than ship us to a safe inhabitant planet, where we could start building a new life. It’s nice to know I will finally be happy with my life for once, taking eight minutes and some seconds for the earth to combust.
Perchance those religious nut-jobs will be right with their signs, saying: Prepare to be damned in Hell or proclaim God as your savior! And the war between good and evil will happen, balls of fire raining down from the sky or some shit…and the end!
Then, there is nuclear war. BOOM! Everyone dies besides the rich, gotta love that, our beautiful world already littered would turn into a wasteland and only the smartest or cutthroat would survive. No in-between.
Other theories are climate change like a flood or an Ice Age. There could be viruses and diseases, a pandemic where only the ones with amazing immune systems outlive the dead. Those lucky bastards.
Who knew the damn zombie apocalypse would happen? Those flesh-eating cannibals tearing flesh, and cartilage, and shoving organs in their mouths for the main diets. Some choked on bones and dicks; however, most continued to bite and feed enough to satisfy their disgusting appetite but left the bodies intact for the person they ate to come back alive and continue spreading the disease.
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Why couldn’t the zombies be the ones in the movies? They would end but everything would be okay shortly. Like the horrible romance between zombies and humans, with the scriptwriters being racist in painting the zombies green and their appetite isn’t flesh but fucking blonde chicks!
Besides the point. No, this isn’t: a “They are coming to get you, Barbe” kind of apocalypse, it’s way worse and people don’t have time to faint during a crisis. It’s either flight or fight. It’s not a musical apocalypse where teenagers sing off their love for each other while the stereotypes laugh at them, and viewers cringe; yet love the trashiness for it turns off their brains and wastes two hours of their lives.
Again, besides the point. I’m only rambling to myself.
If this journal is ever found, here’s the history of ZOM. When a meteorite struck in Texas, scientists were tentative to touch it first because the dying star had a neon radioactive glow. They feared it had alien good or something way worse, the comet that wiped out the dinosaurs and had a doppelganger.
The scientists had to contact the government before doing any research, but they just had to touch the damn thing—and the rest is history—literally.
Well, after the pandemic of the disease spreading like wildfire from country to country, the leaders declared nuclear war because they thought it was the best option. They were scared and panicked, and no, they couldn’t wait for a hot second to think of a different decision.
Honestly, I’m not surprised our world is this. Once those wonderful politicians pressed the red button that sent nuclear wasteland and countless deaths, the world got a lot worse. The leaders thought if they killed most of the population, the zombies would die and the survivalists, or lucky ones who lived, could repopulate earth once again.
Well, it’s been five years since hell broke loose and we finally could get back to earth’s crust without the nuclear radiation suffocating us. The wasteland is still pretty fucked up and whoever didn’t make it to the bunkers or safe zones, they are either dead or turned to zombie brain mush.
However, during our hideouts, we are smart enough to make weapons and determined to win the fight against the zombies. Who would ever think we are having a battle against brainless, decaying matter? Expect, they are us which hurts more. They are ugly, all skin and meat, and have those gallant appearances. Those ZOM look at you as if you are the best five-course meal, they will ever have in their sad lives.
The survivalists would’ve won if the zombies couldn’t regenerate. You know in those movies shot those bastards in their heads? That’s true. And “double tab.”
Even after five years holed up, I have my family. I have no choice but to go to the newest fighters out. My sister, brother, girlfriend, and friend decided to come with me. Whatever I say to protest them not, they won’t listen.
Finally, we have a chance to win. We have been preparing for this moment.
There are zombies out there, way more than we think. Not only can I hear them growling and moaning, but they are still out there and hungry as ever. I know this for a fact because—
I am one of them.
Gem