I have just woken up from a long night’s sleep. After all, it’s Sunday and the previous day’s party is still lingering on my mind. It’s already 11 am and mom and dad are busy with their own chores. I unlock my phone and open the browser to read the day’s news. The first headline I see is “This epidemic has the potential to turn humans into the walking dead”. I know it’s the 1st of April and news websites will try their best to fool their patrons. I put my phone back and ask my mom for breakfast as the hangover is still making me feel dizzy and hungry.
After nearly 45 minutes, I am getting ready to take my car to the service center and my dad calls me into the bedroom where the TV is. Yes, I don’t like to take a bath on Sundays. I hesitate to go in as I think he must be assigning me some onerous task to bring something from the market but believe me, that was not the case at all. I went to the room and my dad just pointed towards the TV. He wanted me to watch the news, which was indeed disturbing. Yeah! The news of the epidemic I saw before on my smartphone was true, very true. I looked at my dad, he was looking tensed and continued staring at the television.
I have been very fond of movies and computer games that portrayed the intensity of the Zombie outbreak since my childhood. I don’t know why? But this scenario has always fascinated me and I had wished that this situation should turn to reality once in my lifetime. At least mine. My dad is still watching the television with eagerness, now changing channels to gather more and more information. I break out of the room, my mom is on the telephone, looking tensed. I go to my room and pull out my grandfather’s meat cleaver from the closet. I had sharpened it some days before, you know, just in case. Most of the part is still rusty, it is more than 40 years old now.
Dad comes to me takes a look at the weapon in my hand and asks “What now?” I grin and say now we must prepare for ourselves for the real fun. He scolds me and says that “This is a worldwide catastrophe and you are taking it as a joke” I told him that I am not taking it as a joke and that I knew it was coming, someday, sometimes.
Now it’s the occasion to brace ourselves and get ready to face the apocalypse. We went back to the bedroom and saw that mom was already there. She was watching the news which was quoting, “The risk is high India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and other similar developing nations” My family was looking disheartened. It was my task to teach them how to survive the longest in this type of situation. Ultimately, it is the time to utilize all the knowledge I have acquired from watching the movies and playing games. I went out in the veranda and smacked the chopper on a dry tree trunk which we had left there for decoration.
The trunk went down in half. My dad called me inside to stay protected from the contaminated environment. I went inside and checked the internet. It was still working. I downloaded some of the best survival guides out there and saved them on my phone. But the major problem was that the electricity can go off anytime in this type of situation and we have to think sharply about how to keep our electronics work. I know that the risk is comparatively lower in less populated areas than the cities.
I open the map of the state on my computer and quickly analyze what is the shortest route to our village. I knew the route, but the technology is much more advanced you know. It can guide you through better routes which are shorter and have lesser traffic. Our village was somewhere about 110 km away from our place. I told dad that we need both our cars’ fuel tanks full. We also required extra cans of fuel. We set out to the fuel stations and topped the fuel tanks and the canisters. After coming back home I asked mom to pack the bags with eatables, plenty of water, fresh clothes and other survival stuff.
All our neighbors were gathered in the street and discussing the situation. They were deciding where to go and everybody came to the conclusion to leave for their native villages. I loaded the stuff in the trunks and started the car. I didn’t forget to keep the cleaver with me and some other smaller and bigger weaponry in dad’s car. I knew that unfortunately, the time has come to embark ourselves on the never-ending journey of the apocalypse. The journey which will only end with our own lives and the journey which has no backtrack.
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