Life After Death

My name is Davina Briggs. I’m seventeen and the Zombie Apocalypse just started. At least, I think it has. Watching viral YouTube videos of recently deceased standing up, sometimes missing an arm, or with their entrails falling to the ground, is a good sign of the end of the world.

The government might call it a virus. I don’t know how far this virus will spread. I don’t know if it will ever stop. All I know is, it sure doesn’t look good.

I lost contact with my Dad a few days ago. He is on a business trip to Denver. Dad is far from the hills of Tennessee, where we live. He promised me he would make it home. I pray that he does. Dad is all I have!

I will not cry. Nope. Not going to do it.

My Dad is a prepper. Friends and family snickered at us. Who is laughing now? I’m packing things and move them to the bunker. It is a fortification on top of our three car garage. I call it the fort. There is a small home up there with all we need. My Dad thinks of everything. There is an armory, medicine, and solar power. I’m sure I… hopefully, we will be okay from the zombies and anything else that confronts us.

The power is flickering. I must climb to the fort. Pull up the ladder and hunker down. Please let my Dad make it home. I know I can make it by myself. My Dad taught me well but, I don’t want to be alone for the end of the world.

This is my journal of the zombie apocalypse. Hopefully, someone will read it one day.