Things that will never be

Key: Rok (Zoic)

  • Portal 3 (This pain will never heal.)
  • Breaking Dawn, Part 2 (oh well)
  • New Years Rocking Eve 2020
  • The Hobbit films. (My inner child hurts)
  • The Tyler Perry remake of Rear Window (yes, it was planned, and there are perks to the apocalypse)
  • A professionally produced 2013 calendar
  • The other 2012 apocalypse
  • Batman: Dark Knight Rises

To be continued.

Diamond Dogs

An interesting phenomenon has occurred. It seems that the infected will eat almost anything these days, now that most of the good, fresh, human meat is gone. I mean, how impulsive do you have to be to try eating it all at once? Anyway, we ran into a pack of dogs today. They’re all house pets from what we can tell. Some of them are pure bred. They were fighting with a bunch of infected that were trying really hard to eat them. The dogs were interested in nothing but their lives, but the infected were persistent. I watched for about ten minutes. They’d get one, and another would defend. Eventually, they got away and ran off. It’s nice to know that they banded together for safety. Just like Zoic and me. I’m glad that there will be dogs in the future.

A night time disturbance

The sound of the ocean lulls me into a blissful relaxation. The sun sets on the beach. I’m not sure if the sun will ever dip behind the horizon, and I don’t much care. Its golden light gives everything that beautiful, saturated glow. The water seems blue, even though it isn’t. The sky seems blue, even though it isn’t. The trees sway with the gentle breeze. How can anything be so green? Zoic walks toward me, digging her toes into the sand. She is holding two frosty white glasses of what I can only imagine is liquid heaven. She is naked except for her bikini bottom. Her breasts seem to smile at me as much as her face. The sun, too. It’s smiling. A thud. A woody thud. There is no wood that I can see for miles down the beach. I am sitting in the sand myself. Another thud, louder. This doesn’t make sense. Louder this time.

I woke up. Angry. I switched off the white noise generator that provides me with ocean sounds all night and groggily walked toward the door. Zoic was already there, looking out the distorted glass window. It was Dave. Dave is infected, and mostly dead from what we can tell, but he still seems to return from work at the same time every night. He can’t operate the door knob, which is good news for us, but the knowledge that he can find his way home is frightening. Just how many of the countless infected that we’ve killed still had some memory of who they were before? How many of them still have valuable, although small, parts of their conscious minds left?

“We should really do something,” I said. Zoic merely nodded. There was a pause as we watched Dave sliding his hand down the window and bump his head into the glass once more. “I don’t think I can do it,” I said finally. We had already emptied the home of Grace, Dave’s wife, and their two children, still pictures above the fireplace. I just couldn’t bring myself to kill him as well. Zoic nodded again. “Maybe we’ll get used to it,” I added. “Back to bed.” Zoic sighed and turned to head back to her room.
Without facing me, she said the words, “You’ve got an erection.”

Fantasy

Sometimes it’s hard not to let your imagination run away with you. I’ve always had that problem. It’s different now though. There’s really no reason not to let your imagination go, but there isn’t anything out there to stop it. I never thought that I would go crazy, but now it’s a real possibility  for Rok and myself. I find myself day dreaming a lot about what the world could be now. It’s hard to believe that anything is impossible anymore. Rok enjoys the present, and he’s more worried about the future than I am. The zombies are nasty, but they don’t really know better. I can’t exactly call them evil. I’m hoping that there are no bad guys left. I have a lot of fantasies about what the world could be like now. Like what could happen if we find some more people and start society again. The whole world is open to me now, but it seems further away than it ever was before.