The piercing noise from the alarm clock blares into my ears, shaking me awake, my head rattles with the noise. I clumsily knock the alarm clock over with it still blaring out, it echoing throughout my room and down the hall. I throw myself up causing a shock to run up my body prompting a complete lightheadedness that just allows me to be able to get the alarm clock to shut it off. As I attempt to take steps towards the hall I fall forward into the dark and twisted hallway. Looking down I see a figure that stares back at me. A blank face shaded by the darkness of the house. It features disorder and brokenness and shaking all around. Whether it's my eyes playing tricks on me or he's finally came to collect on the debt that I so desperately owe him. I feel a shiver up my entire spine locking me in place, I close my eyes hoping for whatever happens next to be fast. As I ready for whatever fate is left for me my alarm clock goes off again and as I open my eyes again. All that is left is a stack of cans staring back at me at the end of the hall. Taking a huge sigh of relief I stand up from the wooden floor, walking towards the can ridden living room. I switch on the big box TV to be met with the same old words that used to run chills down my spine. I don't even know why I turn it on anymore. It seems that this message may just be a relic of the past. Letting the message play a little longer I sink into the ground letting my eyes close and sleep come across me.
“ –For those uninfected, lock all doors and windows, stock up on supplies, and do not leave your home. Have trust in your government, May god be with us all”
The last couple words of the broadcast woke me up, my ears ringing heavily. I sat up and switched off the TV, the light being taken away. Sitting in the darkness of my living room once again. My stomach growls once again. I feel my body ache telling me that oh so familiar feeling has washed upon me. I stand up navigating past the can structures built in the living room space making my way to the kitchen. Opening my Cupboard and grabbing a can of meat and opening it I hear a noise, 3 knocks at my front door. Followed by the mail shoot being opened and something being slid inside. Hearing a paper hit the ground right in front of the front door. Everything is running could it be that the creature before was fake. Or could this be someone alive telling me that they found more food. Or the government saying that the radios went down but the virus was gone. What could this mean, I almost instinctively ran through the kitchen space to the front door. Something like this hasn't happened almost ever. Getting mail was already a rare occurrence but became non existent the moment the virus broke out. As I made my way to the front door with the window boarded up, I looked towards the cracked wood ground. There lies a letter with a rose stamp and a wax seal on the letter. This wasn't from the government but no doubt it was from someone nearby. For the first time in a long time my stomach felt light genuine butterflies as if a note from your crush ending up in your locker. Picking up the letter and bringing it to the kitchen where the most light resided. I tore it up revealing a tea stained piece of paper written in beautiful handwriting.
I send this letter with a smile on my face
I found my letter writing kit that my grandma had gifted me before
She had passed, I was afraid it was lost in the move from florida
But i'm so happy that I'm able to send you this letter with joy and a smile on my
face . I do not know if you're alive or if you are even able to read this.
But I assume you are from the constant turning on of that annoying news broadcast
But I understand that some folk need a way to get through this whole thing
Some semblance of hope can be found in many different things
So Mr Smith I say to you goodnight and I hope that this letter finds you well
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