Hi. Welcome to the end of the world.

It's the apocalypse.

Just like the movies, there are zombies roaming around looking to eat us. Its a cliche end of the world. Yay. I'm ecstatic. I bet the government did it. All I'm asking is, why are we delaying the inevitable? I mean, there's no way of stopping this and we're going to run out of food eventually. And then once the zombies run out of humans to eat, they'll die out... so yeah, the end of the world. Nothing anyone did mattered. Our souls trapped in lifeless corpses of destruction. I don't get it. We're going to have to give in eventually, so why wait? I wonder what being a zombie feels like. It can't be too painful, that is, after the biting and eating alive part. Right now we are hiding in a school, but we are running out of food. I'm going to leave in the middle of the night so no one catches me. Maybe I'll leave a little note, "hey, its Nathan, I sacrificed myself to the zombies cause death is inevitable, am I right?" Guess there isn't much left to do other than wait until everyone falls asleep. I'm doing this. I'm going to kill myself. Ok...

Everyone is asleep now, so I'm going to go. I'm grabbing a small backpack with a couple personal belongings. I don't know why I brought them, it just felt right. I have an old stuffed dog, a framed picture of my family and my phone. Well... no turning back now.

(A/N I'm planning to write more of this, but for now, this is what I have, so yeah... maybe I should write a story that doesn't involve some sort of suicide... Nah. )