Post apocalyptic blog

Serena Brandt
Mrs. St. John
English Language
4 November 2016

     She stepped lightly around the fallen leaves and twigs, trying to make as little noise as possible.
Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to find a decent meal in a while and her stomach decided to
broadcast it, with a muffled echo through the forest. This noise stirred something in the forest, and she was momentarily startled be the rustle of leaves. A small white rabbit bounded gracefully out from under  some leaves. Her relief was immediately followed by a wave of regret. She knew she would have to kill the small innocent creature, she had to eat something, it was almost winter. Soon food would be harder to come by, and she had to stock up while it was still available. It is over swiftly and now all she had to do was try and wipe the image of the rabbit twitching it's tiny nose and cleaning it's fuzzy ears, while waiting for its death, from her mind.

      She walks further ahead till the trees become more sparse and there is a clearing atop a small
knoll. She drops heavily in the grassy field to take a break for a while, the sky, with its beautiful blue
provides a nice contrast against the orange and reds of the trees. The clouds peacefully roll by one by
one, as she slowly drifts off. As she daydreams she thinks about the past few years and how fast they
went by. She thinks about before the collapse of society, the friends she had and the family she
cherished. How simple the routine of her daily life used to be, with basic things like microwaves,
electricity, cars, and fast food. They were all gone, everything she had once know, just gone in an
instant. Before anyone really knew what was going on, when they just thought it was normal, and
they actually buried the dead. Then the electricity everywhere went out, and the world plummeted
into a dark chaos. After the collapse of civilization as they knew it, it was hard to trust anyone for a
while. People where protective of the few things they had left, even new friends were hard to trust, or
connect with. There was no guarantee of survival from small injuries or mild illness. She has buried
to many new friends, basically still strangers, the weak get sick easily, and die even quicker. New
strains of the pathogen come around and devastate entire communities, surviving became a challenge.
At least now people are less likely to die, living has become easier, people are becoming accustomed
to this new way of life, this new world.
 
  She is jolted back awake when one of her friends calls out "what are you doing laying around
Serena, we need to set up a tent for tonight." She gets up slowly and makes her way across the knoll,
back to reality.