The calm before the storm

The initial shock was a horrific event that left people running amok, scientists were baffled at the mutation that had occurred within a simple bacterium which left legions of everyday melancholy people clueless. When the government failed to contain the sudden outburst the once friendly neighbors turned into hordes of the reanimated, shambling towards nothing with no means or demise. A single agenda in the minds of the mindless was to devour, devour that of the living to no ends.


When the bloodshot sun hung lazily over the serenity in a town in Maryland, Megan White had been preparing for the finals. She had been studying for three hours; the last test was tomorrow, sociology, she made a deal with her father that if she would pass then she’d get to go to New York to meet her best friend Petunia who had moved there recently, so there was more at stake than just good grades. Megan didn’t worry though, she was a straight ‘A’ student with a model attendance sheet. She wasn’t too popular with the other girls because of envy so she mostly kept to herself with the exception of Petunia. Megan had a distinct facial feature that was very symmetrical and pretty, a lot of guys were constantly trying their luck with no results, Megan weighed intelligence more heavily when dealing with guys so she never found that ‘special someone’.


Time never really passed by fast enough and Megan had known that if she could just preoccupy herself with something like studying then she would at the very least be doing something constructive for herself, or like her mother said “If you’re going to waste all the time you have dawdling around then you might as well get good grades.” Megan smiled to herself, remembering her mother’s gentle face when she was lecturing her. Mary had died when Megan was a young girl. The death had been such a tragedy for her father Giles that they moved to a smaller house in a quiet suburban neighborhood to put back the memories that lay in their own home. He worked at a university as a philosophy teacher and was one of the few deaf teachers that taught at a school where the majority of the students could hear just fine.


Megan let out a yawn as she closed her book and looked outside at the velvet clouds floating weightlessly in the sky, a foreboding sight, yet strangely calming in an unsettling way. She made her way into the hallway, her acorn brown hair trailing like a ribbon behind her, roughly at shoulder length. She fixed her navy blue eyes on the portrait of her parents hanging on the mantel in the living room, reminiscing the days when they lived in Canada. ‘Life was too easy back then.’ Megan’s dad was asleep, that or he wasn’t at home, either way it didn’t matter much; Megan was used to be by herself. She entered the kitchen, making no effort to keep silent seeing as it wouldn’t matter anyway, and fixed herself a tuna sandwich, knowing full well that she shouldn’t allow herself late night snacks, people had been joking about her gaining weight because of her unhealthily low fat diet, she was very conscious about how she looked and took every joke as fact. As she made her way to the kitchen window she heard some boys running around outside, laughing and guffawing amongst themselves, probably up to no good. Megan disliked all the commotion that this place had and wished for nothing more than to get away from this place and pursue her ambition of becoming a geologist. She stepped away from the window checking the time again; she threw her half eaten sandwich in the trash and made her way back to her room.


She plumped on her bed and looked at the alarm clock, wondering whether or not it was too late to call Petunia. ‘She wouldn’t mind… Then again maybe I shouldn’t. But it has been so long. No, no, no I really shouldn’t. She’s your best friend. Yeah, and I won’t get to meet her if I fail the test tomorrow due to lack of sleep, stupid.’ Megan sighed and gave up, her responsible side had won this time, letting her fatigue take over she drifted off into her own safe haven.



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Biðst afsökunar á klisjur eins og “Straight ‘A’ student” þetta var spuni í von um frammhald