Page 302 of 365: The End of Humanity (creative writing)



I used to write creatively at least once a week but that was before I’d been blogging for ten months and wasn’t very good at finding things to blog about (whether I’ve actually got better at this is questionable).

But since moving to uni I’ve barely found time for writing – rather than sitting on my own with my laptop every night I’m with my flat mates watching Doctor Who or I have dance or I’m going out (maybe) so I don’t write. My tumblr has suffered and I’m pretty sure everyone thinks I’ve stopped writing – I haven’t, I’m just not at the computer much anymore.

However I have a lunch break at uni and I’ve finished editing my audio so I have some spare time. I fancy some writing – let’s do this.

I had a routine. I knew when was most dangerous to go out and I knew what I needed to survive and that’s all I wanted to do; survive.

So when my routine was interrupted, I knew my survival might be threatened.

I’d silently creeped into the house I’d been inhabiting – I knew instantly that something was different. The rug in the hallway had been kicked up and someone had knocked the vase in the living room and put it back – there were fingerprints in the dust.

I’d left everything here untouched and it had been tainted.

I heard footsteps from upstairs and prepared myself – I didn’t have any proper weapons but I had methods of self defence, shall I say.

I crept up the stairs – skipping the squeaky stair and trying to surprise whoever thought it was a good idea to come into my house.

Every room I passed was empty – just as dusty and preserved as before but all the doors had been pushed open. I could see a shadow moving in the room I inhabited – they made no effort to be quiet, mumbling to themselves and showing no caution on the bare wooden floor that could have given them away at any moment.

They were fine but they didn’t know that.

I kicked the door open and pointed my weapon at them; her – I find when someone has a shard of glass tied to a stick someone is more willing to compromise. She threw her hands in the air, dropping the packet of crisps she’d stolen and trying to continue to chew but quietly.

“What are you doing here?”

“I saw you leaving earlier. I didn’t think anyone else was alive. I need an ally.”

“I work alone.” I rolled my eyes; she was by no means a threat.

“At the end of the world, whoever’s left need to stick together.”

“This isn’t the end of the world.” I sighed.

“Then what it is?” She asked – her voice shook a little, like I scared her. She can’t have been more than nineteen – if she’d survived this long she was either more intelligent than she let on or very, very lucky.

“It’s the end of humanity. The world’s got a few years left yet.”

“Do you think we’re going to die?”

“There’s no we.” I snapped.

“Please, I can’t do this on my own anymore. I need help, I need someone; I need a friend.” She whispered, her bottom lip trembling a little bit.

I sighed. “Don’t cry. I’m not the kind of girl that will be your shoulder to cry on.” I sneered, watching the girl wipe her eyes and sniff – trying to contain herself. “I suppose it’ll be easier to have someone to look out for.”

“Really?” She sounded surprised.

I nodded. “But you play my by rules – I’ve survived this long because I know how, I don’t want you ruining it. And if you call those things out there zombies I swear to god I’ll hit you.”

“What do you call them?”

“I don’t call them anything. I’m just looking for a weakness.”

“You think you can stop them?” She asked.

I shrugged. “Food won’t last forever – I either die of natural causes or I try and help. I’m not a hero – I’m just being logical.”

“Sounds like a hero to me.” The girl sat tentatively opposite me – I still think she’s scared of me.

“That’s not who I’m trying to be and that’s not who I want you to see me as. If you stick around kid you’re going to learn that thinking of people as heroes and ‘saving the world’, you’re not going to last very long.”

I fancied a bit of a post apocalyptic world and I was getting frustrated that I only ever seemed to write about a girl and a boy who were incapable of being platonic so two girls, just helping each other out in the not-zombie infested world.

I thoroughly enjoyed that – I needed something like this to get me back into it and I have another hour and a half of lunch yet so I’m going to write more for tumblr.

I’m writing again!

Thank you for reading,

Sophie xx

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