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Rumeth - Let The Apocalypse Begin! - Page 3 Tally rummaged through her backpack, taking a few things out and placing them on the ground beside her before starting to go through it again. “Hey guys, we’re running low on food…”
Zaid looked over and responded quizzically, “But we should have had enough supplied for a few more days still?”
Tally shrugged and began putting the items back into her backpack. “Well,” she started, “there’s only one can of beans left, and that’s it.”
“Hey guys,” Neon called from up the street, “The Sonna Mart is just up ahead!”
Tally stood up, putting the backpack back on. “Maybe it’ll still have some supplies in it… If it hasn’t been completely raided by some others already.”
John nodded, “Let’s go check it
Rumeth - Let The Apocalypse Begin! - Page 2 Neon called out from a little ways behind the group, “Hey guys, come and look at this!”
“Come on Neon!” John yelled, “We’re tired of looking at shit on the walls!”
“But this time it’s important!”
John let out an exasperated sigh and walked back to where Neon was reading something painted on the walls in bright green letters. “What is it this time, Neon?”
Neon pointed at the letter and said, “Read it!”
John looked over at the note left on the wall, it read:
Anyone that can read this; get to Pakka Elementary School for evacuation.
“Oh come on, for once you had something important to tell us?” John said as he read the note left by Burakku Miru, the military, on the wall.
Rumeth - Let The Apocalypse Begin! - Page 1One month later…
It was nighttime, the cold air chilled the world around the four lone people sitting on a rooftop. Three moons shone brightly above them, in the center of the sky, indicating it was around midnight.
A loud bang interrupted the silence, a tall man in black and red was peering through a sniper rifle down into the streets below. Bang. Bang. Bang.
A young boy in a tie dye hoodie was rambling quietly with the man next to him. The man next to him wore a blue jacket and a red bow tie, he didn't appear to be paying any attention to the boy. He then blew out a puff of smoke from his cigarette, glanced at the boy, and then continued to ignore him.
The last person, a girl with a ponytail, stood up. She brushed some dust off of her clothes before glancing at the guy with the sniper rifle. “Zaid, we should keep moving. The infected might
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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