I can describe to you detail for detail exactly what happened when the world went to crap.

It didn't go down how it does in the movies.

The day didn't start off normal and end with us running for our lives as my family and I escape with the exception of one member for the tearjerker effect.

We didn't join a group and live peacefully together as we struggled to keep our safe haven up.

In fact it was quite the opposite.

Instead of the calm before the storm, the apocalypse hit us full force with no mercy.

My name is Ava Hablo and this is how the world ended.

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The end of the world began on May 19th 2025.

The start wasn't what you think, a random person didn't escape from quarantine and begin to infect the world by biting others and spreading the decease.

On the contrary. It didn't happen quietly. I can remember the sound of the tornado sirens suddenly wailing with no apparent reason at 2:32 AM.

At the time I was an nineteen year old art major at a Christian college in Florida where I also worked part time as a waitress.

I remember the confused yells of the other students as the police barged into the college with guns as they herded us into the cafeteria. I remember distinctly how embarrassed I felt, being nineteen and standing with my Hello Kitty pajamas on full display in front of hundreds of people.

There we stood when they dropped the first bomb.

The explosion sent all of us falling to the ground as the building trembled around us. I remember being crushed under the weight of three people as others screamed around us and tried to duck for cover. At the time I was too scared to realize how dumb this actually was, ducking for cover would do no good if a bomb was dropped on the college. If that were to happen, we would all die...no exceptions. Unless a few miraculously survived...but even this was doubtful.

I remember the fear that shot through me as yet another bomb was dropped, almost right next to the college, the foundation of the college's entrance began to crumble as one of the pillars collapsed, closing off one of the three exits in the college's building. That's when the stampede started. The panic from earlier seeming like nothing compared to what happened as the pillar collapsed. Screams rang throughout the small cafeteria which made my ears ring, I was smart enough to crawl to hide behind a nearby table, along with a girl who I'd seen around campus before. She was an army brat just like me, I knew this because of the dog tags that she always wore around her neck. But they belonged to a man, I guessed that her name wasn't Phil, which meant the dog tags either belonged to her father or her brother as it bore the same last name as her.

The two of us could do nothing to help as we were all but forced to watch as our fellow classmates trampled each other, literally stomping each other to death as they fought to get to the exit with no prevail as they were only forcefully pushed back by the cops. This massacre lasted for what seemed like days but actually only lasted for about two hours... In the end, half of the college students lay trampled on the ground, dead or knocked out. A few had been shot by the cops to keep themselves safe from being trampled, surprisingly this worked, as the kids backed off when the first gun went off.

The thing that shocked us the most was the fact that the bombs, instead of having enemy colors, was painted red white and blue...this was our own doing. It wasn't until the next day that we discovered why...but that tale is for later.

The bombs continued to drop around us, until around 4:30 AM when they just suddenly stopped.

We thought it was over.

We thought we were safe.

We were stupid.

At 5:30 AM the police allowed us to leave so that we could gather our belongings and try to run for it.

It seemed too easy to me.

I was correct.

At 6:00 AM gasses were released from within the bombs, seemingly harmless as it spread over Florida in a matter of minutes.

At 7:00 AM I was packed and ready to leave, but cars were piled up by the miles, all desperately trying to escape the gruesome aftermath of the bombs.

At 7:30 AM, the ones killed in the bombing began to rise again, at the time I was smart enough to know that these were not who they were when they died. Most were not so lucky and became victims to those they once loved.

The girl from the cafeteria, she and I had met while retreating from the college. We decided to join forces until we finally arrived at our destinations. Later she would come to tell me her name was Lila, Lila MacBride.

Lila and I had chosen to take my car as a means of escape and finally at 9:30 AM, Lila and I escaped Florida to begin our fight in our hellish new world.

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" Ava, wake up. It's your turn to drive." Lila's voice jolted Ava awake, making her blink at the morning sun which shone in her jade green eyes.

" Alright." Ava muttered as she stretched and climbed out of the car to switch seats with Lila. The afternoon sun spread warmth over Ava's tan skin, her waist length dirty blonde hair shone in the light making it appear almost honey blonde.

" We're going to have to stop for gas soon." Lila said as she climbed into the passengers seat, her green eyes were rimmed in red from lack of sleep.

" I will. You get some sleep, I'll wake you if I need something." Ava assured her as she climbed into the drivers seat and turned to glance at her new friend.

Lila simply nodded wearily before leaning her head against the window as she closed her eyes.

Ava sighed quietly and turned on the radio as she began to drive.

" ...are warned to stay in your homes until further notice. We have no reports now as of what caused the sudden attack but we'll have more later..." Ava shook her head as she switched to the CD that was in her car's CD player, listening to the relaxing beat as she drove.

The calm before the storm had arrived....and soon something worse than the attack from earlier that day would come to pass...