Short Story: Zombie Apocalypse

This sucked. No, really, this sucked. What "this" was, it was hard to say. Elias supposes "this" could be described as multiple events and situations shoved inside an imaginary folder in his mind. The apocalypse was the first thing filed in "this", and it had only really begun three or so years ago - Elias couldn't remember exactly when. The brunette never really had a calendar or a watch, as that was what his phone was for. Unfortunately, said phone had been dead, without a charger, and lost in God knows where for a good few months. Phones aside, the apocalypse was still crap. It was nothing like the shows Eli had watched at home as a kid, or the hundreds of graphic novels he would indulge himself in for hours on end. No, this was much, much …show more content…
Which is entirely, one hundred percent false. Not the immunity thing, unfortunately, but the whole miracle aspect of it. Sure, the zombie thing is entirely out of the question. For you, yes. For your family? Friends? Anyone who you ever cared about? No. They're still up for grabs. And in Elias's case, they were all taken before he knew he couldn't be. The brunette had being scraping by (all on his own, might he add) for the past three years with barely anything but his own spite carrying him through. Solitude was another thing to add to "this". Later. Solitude and alienation worked hand in hand with one another. He no longer had anyone to run home to, yet no one was ever willing to recruit him. Elias was shunned more often than …show more content…
He had spent the entirety of this lovely tuesday doing nothing but walking - it was routine by now. Instead of waking up in his nice, warm bed to a nutritious breakfast made for him by his family, he usually falls asleep on bare ground, and wakes up to an empty stomach and more miles to walk. There had been rumor going around of a small clan growing in Old Chicago, made up of younger survivors looking for new recruits. Why this was a good thing to scope out, Elias couldn't tell you, but he was looking into it anyway. Even if they knew who he was, the brunette highly doubted they would make an effort to attack him. Fresh faces were more intrigued than anything.

While he himself was only nineteen, the past three years had taken a toll on both his mind and body. He was no longer the scrawny teenager in middle school who wanted nothing but to avoid gym class and gossip with his friends. Rather, he was a slightly less scrawny almost twenty year old who desperately wanted to help people while avoiding certain death with same said humans. Perhaps other survivors his age (or younger) could relate to the dire situation he was in, and at least show a little mercy. Maybe, if he was lucky - Elias hardly believed that this would be the case, but again, his spite pulled him