Surviving the Apocalypse: The story of the boy

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This is a little something I posted a long time ago that i had written. About a possible zombie Apocalypse, and one persons fight to survive, it remained lost, like many of my ideas, in the backlog of some second rate site. I've decided to resurface it, and continue the story. This is the first little part, I will update it regularly.

"The glow from the monitor lit up his face, as he stared bored at the screen. Wasting his time, like he did every night. The doctor had said his over-all negative health revolved around his lack of sleep- but he could never bring himself to go to bed early. In his head, he always told himself the same thing- next week ill start to go to bed earlier, eat more fruits, more vegetables. Spend more time with my family. Every week however, he was drawn to that glowing screen in the corner of his bedroom, which always stayed in a dingy, dark state of filth.

Around him, a multitude of wrappers and mugs cluttered up his desk. In the corner, a notebook sat with some writing on it- a closer looks showed random doodles, and a phone number written down. A girl he had met. As always, the boy had forgotten all about her. He forgot about everything.
A look at the clock showed 1:31 a.m.

In the lower part of the city, the police started receiving more calls than usual. A fire crew had gone missing. Several calls were made to several news stations, reporters were telling stories of mass disturbances throughout the seedier neighbourhoods of the city. It had begun."