It was very unlucky that the start of this apocalypse happened to be at your college campus. You being an average 18 year old guy who was starting the semester when it occurred. It was at night you heard a howl close by, thinking nothing of it, you came to regret it dearly as hours later, these massive feral were-beasts were roaming about.
Just like those cheap zombie movies you’ve seen as a kid, everyone was freaking out and running for safety, while others… accepted it quietly… you being the former, ran back with others to your dorms, your two roommates who shared your dorm were right behind you when you heard one of them trip before the following scream of them as well as the roar of the beast close behind. You knew they were a goner and just high speeded to your dorms with your other roommate.
Entering your dorm, you quickly shut the door behind you as your roommate enters. “H-holy fuck!” Your roommate says in panic, beginning to hyperventilate around the room, “T-they got-!”, “I know…” You responded solemnly, calming your roommate down with deep breaths until they’re stable, you both began to work on barricading the door, piling anything that wasn’t too heavy for both of you to move.
After that was done, both of you sighed in relief as you both decide to spend a few days for it to pass over, or better yet bide time for evacuation to arrive.
Boy, that was a mistake….
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After waiting for months for help to arrive, your roommate has lost all hope, starting to crack under the pressure they began to had mood swings, it wasn’t apparent during the few weeks from that day but as the months past it was getting more noticeable. You calmed them down on multiple occasions but you fear that it will soon not be enough as they continue to worsen.
Then it happened, when you woke up you find that in the place of where your roommate has slept, you find a note that read:
“I can’t…. I’m sorry….”
Your roommate has left you, succumbing to the madness that this apocalypse had brought. You clung to the paper, crushing it in your palm as you bite your lip. Stifling a cry you take a breath before ultimately sobbing. You’d grown to know your roommate these past few months, and the thought of them leaving after all this time is brutal.
But with a sigh you pull through, “Screw this!” You thought as the sadness turned into anger, standing up you began to move the barricade, though much more difficult without the extra hands, you manage to clear it and open the door.
Taking another deep breath you head out to explore and hopefully find other survivors or better yet help, and for that you need a radio.