My name is Chris, Ive lost track of time. It feels like years since I first started running, but I think its only been a few months. Days turn to weeks, and the weeks drags on, such is the new way of life. And yet, despite the violence and chaos, I dont really miss the old world...

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Time passes as the world rots

     I slowly return to the land of consciousness, my eyelids heavy from heavy sleeping.  Ha, I slept like a baby last night.  First time in a while that's happened.  As I stretched on the sun-warmed dock of the boat, I realized that I was in the Pacific Ocean.  I was so close to my destination I could feel it.  Ive been working, scraping, surviving towards this and it is almost finished.  This has got to be, hands down the greatest accomplishment in my life.  Without a doubt.  Sitting up, I look over to the horizon.  Sky blue meeting ocean blue on one side of the ship, sandy shores stretching in the distance on the other.  And not a damn zombie to be seen.  Talk about a good day, I thought cheerfully.  As I stand up, I take in the beach, looking hard for any threat waiting for me to blindly stumble into snapping jaws.  I make out a series of lifeguard stations peppered throughout the sand.  They, unfortunately, did not show signs of life.  What I could see was just like everywhere else I thought, I cant tell for sure but I'm sure something is in one of those posts.  Whatever the case, I'm not going in that building.  I shuttered at the thought.  Opening a door to have a flood of those things crashing towards me scratching and biting.
      I made my way to the wheel, not knowing where I was or which direction to head in.  I should be good as long as I keep the coast to my right.  Or was it my left?  Oh man...  My heart starts to flutter as I search for a compass.  Relax, take a deep breath.  Where is the sun right now?  After calming myself a bit I see the sun is directly above me, no help at the moment.  Taking a chance, I begin to pull the anchor upwards.  Struggling with the weight I begin to break a sweat.  As the anchors shadow begins to form, I realize it is much larger than I remember the anchor being.  A tiny tendril of panic begins to creep down my spine, causing me to loose my grip on the chain.  I don't have my weapon on me, and if something should be on the end... I take a deep breath and continue pulling upwards, my arms much more defined than I remembered.  As the anchor broke the waters surface I released a sigh of relief.  I was covered in silt and bits of debris from the ocean floor.  Setting the anchor on the deck I head back to the wheel to continue my trek "north" along the coast.  I hope its north.
     Weeks, or what I believe are weeks, pass as I drift along the coast.  My supplies are near nonexistent, My skin burnt from exposure to the sun.  Overall my situation is not looking good.  "Oh man, I'm afraid to hit the shore.  Ive grown accustomed to not fearing for my life.  But on the other hand death b starvation is not the way I want to go out."  After not seeing any signs of life for so long, I began to talk to myself.  Both internally and externally.  Weighing my options, I begin to look for the nearest signs of civilization.  "Its settled then, I'm going to shore.  No point in delaying the inevitable."  As I head back to the wheel, I pick up my remaining supplies.  Packing the scarce amount of food left along with my machete and gun, I wonder if the place I tried so hard to get to would be the place I died...
     Several days pass as I look for a city on the bay, but no luck.  All I see are grey beaches and woods.  The view is breathtaking, don't get me wrong, but not what I am looking for at the moment.  Slowly drifting along the coasts passing countless river mouths, I come across a rather large sound.  And on the distance I see- Concrete!  Sweet man made concrete! -Taking the wheel I steer towards the island.  Ready to run and kiss the ground.  The landmass growing closer b the minute I begin to plan my arrival.  Waltzing into a grey horde isn't what I have in mind, but it may be my only option.  Closer, closer, the island grows ever closer and I can hardly contain this mix of excitement and bone chilling fear.    Spotting what I think is a dock, I steer towards the extension.  "if its not a dock now, it will be soon enough."   The seconds feel like days as I am about to step on dry land again.  Strapping my gear back on, I nervously pace the deck.  Back and forth, back and forth.
      Thunk.  The boat hits the shore, almost sending me toppling over.  Taking a deep breath, I can smell nature along with the ocean breeze.  Well, no decay right away.  That's a good sign.  Hopping off the side of the boat, my boot sinks into the loose sand.  I have a slight flashback of running on the beach, before I got on the boat.  Shaking the sudden outburst of fear, I head up the beach, the sand slowly mixing with grass as I come to an - "Airport...Holy shit.  This, this had to have gone global.  No way its an isolated event."  I can feel the blood draining just thinking about going in.  I swallowed the large lump in my throat as I walk across the runway towards the building, scanning the horizon for anything moving.  The building is growing closer, the tower jutting out above the buildings.  To my left there is a hangar, closed up, no reason to go opening them.  looking towards the buildings I see an airplane still docked to the building.  Somehow, that's how I'm getting in.  "But how... that's going to be the fun part."