WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!

Oi!

Are you listening?

What- I'm making it boring?

Why? Cause I talked about basically the whole journey to the store?

Do you understand what I was trying to tell you?

Nope. Wrong-o. Try Again.

Hmm.. No.

I'm trying to make it clear to you geniuses to that I literally didn't see shit.

I (clap) DIDN'T (clap) SEE (clap) SHIT! (clap)

Get it?

I don't think you understand.

Put yourself in my place.

I just went through some crazy ass shit, right?

Well, since I came outside, we could assume that something happened to everyone else, too, right?

Yea.

So imagine me coming out and seeing nothing.

Nothing.

NOTHING!!!!!

Do you fucking get it now????

There were no bodies!

There was no blood!

No humans.

There was nothing.

SERIOUSLY!

Tell me how that is humanly possible?

That no human, came outside at all?

Not one?

You're fucking joking, right?

It's human fucking nature to be curious and there is ALWAYS some idiot who goes out despite the warnings.

ALWAYS!

Typhoons, floods, earthquakes, attacks... seriously you name it and there will be a human out there.

So, you're telling me that there was not one human body on the ground or in the stores or on the roads?

Yea.. that's what I'm fucking telling you.

There were none.

It didn't make sense and it still doesn't make sense to me to this day.

I honestly would have felt a lot more comfortable if I had come out and there were bodies littered everywhere.

Because then, reality would have made sense to me.

The world would have made a bit more sense, I could have swallowed it.

I was expecting to see the bodies.

Expecting to see some type of zombie or alien or what not, out in the streets roaming around or lying on the ground or even just random pools of blood everywhere.

That would have made sense to me.

But there was nothing.

The streets and stores.... empty.

It was literally as if I was the only human left in the world.

The fear that that alone caused me made my stomach twist and turn.

My heartbeart was now a constant drum beating in my own ears because of the state of tension I was in due to this feeling.

This chill.... no, this cold sensation continuously washed over me.

It was like a ball of cold would start somewhere in the middle of my back and then it would move like a wave and wash over shoulders and neck and then down my chest causing me to shiver and the hair on my arms raise.

It was that feeling of danger.

That feeling like I was utterly alone.

Sure.

I absolutely love being in my home alone and chilling and reading my heart out.

But to feel like you will never be able to see another human again in your life.

That feeling...

It's shockingly devastating.

Everyone you knew.

Everyone you didn't.

Everyone was gone.

And you are alone.

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Alone.

Sigh...

yea.. that feeling is fucking shitty.

But that's what I thought about.

Walking in the streets and not seeing anything.

Panic was starting to set in too.

The reality of my reality.

That this shit really happened and I wasn't just imagining it.

Even telling you like this...

Ah fuck, makes me want to cry.

It was shitty.

Anyway, I'm sure you get it now right?

Can I get back to the story now?

Where was I?

Ah right...

Frozen on the floor, I was drowning.

Images of an x-ray like map flashed in my mind.

Walls, floors, furniture... the information filled my head until I had to grab my head in pain.

Too much information.

Too much feeling.

It was too scattered.

I was everywhere and my mind was being sucked in and pulled in all directions.

I felt like I could disappear at any moment.

Focusing on the floor in front of me just changed the subject of the information.

Things below me, pipes and roots flooded my mind once again.

Closing my eyes didn't make that shit stop at all.

I tried to focus on my own body but the feeling of being me and everything else kept pulling me apart.

Making it impossible to focus on any one thing.

Every direction.

Every thing.

All.

I can't tell you how completely overwhelming that feeling was.

Like me, my consciousness, my ego, my soul.. whatever that made me "me" would somehow disappear forever.

Fucking frightening right?

It was absolutely consuming.

But in the same moment, it was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced in my life.

I think that's what made it worse.

That even as I felt myself disappear, I was euphoric about it.

Fucked up, I know.

That's what it does to you.

Some of you may find out one day, but others of you may not.

Personally, I would consider yourselves lucky if you didn't, but that's just me.

I was losing myself.

Happily.

SNAP!

Suddenly, like turning out a light, it all stopped.

No more images.

No more sensations.

No more thinking.

I sat on the floor blankly.

Blank.

Just blank.

It felt like my brain had left my body.

It took a while before my thoughts started drifting back in.

I looked around and finally recognized where I was and what I had been doing.

I had just made it back inside the emergency exit door and collapsed from my fear and because my body was almost to it's limit.

But then something had happened to me but I couldn't even begin to guess what that had been.

And seriously, at that moment, I didn't exactly what to examine it if there was a chance of falling back in that state.

But I had been suddenly pulled from that moment by something.

Something, but what?

I didn't have to wait long.

SCREEEEEECH! SCREECH!

THAT FUCKING SOUND!

Holy shit that sound!

The sound was like nails on a chalk board and sent my teeth clenching and me covering my ears.

I could feel it in my body, my very bones.

The sound was coming from outside but it was close.

Reallllly fucking close.

So close in fact, I knew that whatever it was right out in front of my building.

Maybe even the reason for my sudden fear earlier.

I held my breath and listened like my life depended on it.

I mean, I'm pretty sure it did depend on it.

I covered my mouth and made no more moves.

My body was definitely trembling but I wasn't moving.

Not a fucking muscle.

SCREEEEECH!

What the fuck is that?

The sound was like something you would probably have seen in Godzilla.

But I was 100% sure that no giant ass lizard was stomping around my hood.

No, this was much much smaller and definitely standing right in front of my building's door.

step

step, step, step

step.

sssss.

sniff. sniff.

puff.

step, step.

sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.

puff.

I could hear it sniffing around.

Hear it step closer as it sniffed.

And the fact that I could hear it so clearly, made me very aware it could probably hear me too.

I tightened the hand across my mouth and tried not breath at all.

I could see the shadow of movement through the tiny crease under the bottom of the door and I never took my eyes from it.

BANG!

I flinched and almost pissed myself but didn't move as I heard a clear sound against the door.

And then it was silent.

It was listening.

It was waiting to see if I would move or make a sound.

My lungs felt like they were burning.

My eyes poured out tears.

My hands wet with sweat, clamped harder against my mouth.

And I waited.

The moment dragged on.

It was silent but I knew it was still there.

I knew that shit.

It was just waiting.

Just sitting there and waiting.

But I didn't make a fucking peep.

I held my breath.

Didn't move a muscle.

I was close to passing out and my body was ready to collapse like some rubber band hanging by the last little bit about to break.

But I fucking held on.

Puff.

SCREECH!

step, step, step, step, step...

It moved away.

I let my breath out and fell back against the concrete floor and just cried quietly.

I couldn't stop the tears but I wasn't about to make any loud noises.

No, thank you.

Fuck that.

What the holy hell was that shit?

It was not human.

I KNOW it was not an animal.

Yea, that was not a fucking zombie.

Is it sad that I almost wished it were?

Right?

Anything would have probably have been better than whatever in the hell that was.

Once I calmed myself a little bit...

Or should I say enough to start moving again.

I grabbed my bag and pulled myself up and crawled up the steps.

I crawled, step by step, to the 6th floor.

And I fucking listened at the door to make sure there wasn't anything crazy waiting for me on the other side.

When there was no sound, I slowly opened it and quickly made my way back to my apartment door.

I practically ran.

Opened the door and then slowly...

so slowly...

shut it and then locked every fucking thing.

I looked towards the window and realized my curtains were open.

I didn't know what was outside and I didn't know if it could climb up walls but I wasn't going to take a chance.

I practically ran to my window and closed the curtains, only leaving a small opening on the opposite side of the room so there wasn't a chance of me being seen moving around.

I went back into my bathroom and then shower room closing all the doors behind me.

I had left my little lantern on so the yellow glow lit up the square stall of the shower and tub.

I had grabbed another blanket since my other was ruined with blood and grabbed a pillow and curled up into the tub.

I laid down, panting.

My bag was clutched to my chest.

I pulled the blanket over my head and tried to calm myself.

My body was convulsing from how badly I was trembling.

Fear? Too much activity for someone like me?

It was everything.

Fear, sadness, dread, relief, exhaustion, over exercising, and confusion.

A mix of a million emotions and feelings.

Feeling everything but also feeling numb.

It's that confusing ass feeling.

Too much and empty.

It was all just too much.

As my body calmed down, I had slowly drifted to sleep.

For once, the blackness was a welcomed sensation.

And I gave in to it.

When I woke back up, it was already late in the evening.

But that nap gave me the chance to file all that happened away until I could process it fully later.

I sat up and opened my bag.

Setting up all the little devices I had picked up from the store.

I reached to turn the first one on and paused....

Was it a good idea to make sounds that could possibly attract whatever that thing was?

Mmmmmm... probably not.

No, for sure it wasn't.

BUT...

If there were other people out there... they weren't going to find me in my apartment by me doing nothing.

I mean, it could happen, but we all know the chances of that were almost zero.

I turned the knob of the first one and it made a small click and then a shhh sound.

I twisted the knobs through the different channel settings trying to find anything that could be talking but..

Yea, nothing happened.

I went through all six of the Walkie Talkies but even as I played with all the settings nothing happened.

I sighed and leaned back.

Might as well try to read through the manuals and see if I can figure out which has the longest range.

I knew just enough Japanese to get me by and knew that I could at least find all the numbers and see if I could find any talking about distance.

Couldn't use "Google Sensei" as there was no cell data and no way to access the internet.

It truly was the end of the world.

Dudes... I'm a person who lived and breathed with my ipad as my first limb, not having access...

Ugh...

Brutal.

I stayed in the shower room for a few days.

Playing with the radios and napping since there wasn't much else I could do.

Even though I had found the one with the longest range, I still kept them all on.

I mean, it couldn't hurt to have them on different channel settings.

You never know. (shrugs)

"ts... eat... this is....kssssssss"

I sat up and nearly knocked them all over when all of sudden I heard a voice.

I grabbed the WT that it had come from and moved the dial until I could clearly hear the voice again.

"...lish channel, for Japanese (日本語) チャンネル3に行ってください。(Please go to Channel 3)"

"If there is anyone listening, I will give you a moment to speak as soon as I finish talking. Please say "I am here" when you talk. Ok, now I will give five minutes starting now. Over"

I swallowed hard and pushed the button.

"I am here."