Surviving an Almost Apocalypse
The morning began like any other ordinary morning. Andy was up before dawn every day. It was dark and gloomy. Sitting on the porch, sipping his coffee, Andy watched as the dogs play wrestled in the yard. Barely awake, sleep still in his eyes, he called the dogs in and locked the door behind him. And then he saw it. He saw the swarm of rats as they crawled through every open space in the house. They seemed to move in one motion. The dogs barked incessantly at the black hoard covering the floor and climbing the walls. One dog attempted to attack the invaders only to run yelping and hiding behind his master. Andy grabbed his loaded shotgun, and with the dogs behind him, began firing and reloading as quickly as possible. The rats separated like a school of fish and began to retreat. But it was no use. They had already claimed this place for themselves.
The phone chirped loudly. Disaster alarms from the city were sounding. With the shotgun still in hand, Andy grabbed a few supplies. Bottled water, ammunition, a few more weapons, a change of clothes, a lighter and duct tape. He herded the dogs into the back of his jeep. He didn’t know if he would be returning to the rat infestation. He didn’t know what was going on. But he knew he had to hit the road.
The ocean blacked out the sun as Andy drove toward the freeway. Dawn turned back into night while the ocean filled the sky and proceeded to perpetually dump it on the city. The flesh-eating zombies came out into the open. There seemed to be no escape. One lady inadvertently sacrificed herself. She drove straight through the path of flesh-eating zombies. They only seemed to find this comedic and easily removed her from the vehicle gnawing on every bit of bone like wolverines in the dead of winter fattening themselves on a carcass of wild moose. The distraction caused traffic problems all over the city. Every freeway and side road became a parking lot.
The radio stations emergency warning system told of immediate evacuation orders. It explained the traffic problems, only no one was going anywhere. As the rain began to let up, traffic began moving along at a slow crawl. The only goal was to get out of town. Two hours later, Andy arrived in the next city over. There were no rats. There was no rain. The almost apocalypse felt unreal. In the next city over, people milled about the streets in the mid morning sunlight, as though nothing had ever happened.
The “survivors” gathered to decide what to do next. Introverted and recluse, Andy, surprisingly, found himself elected as their spokesperson. He was to speak about the almost apocalypse and advocate for the survivors to the head councilmen. This caused Andy great anxiety. But he knew it had to be done. And he knew he could articulate all the things the survivors felt they needed to say in a way that would get the councilmen to take notice and stop hiding from the flesh-eating zombie problem that was invading their city and their homes.