RudyGasparrini

People fear death for many reasons. For some, the fear of what comes after. The fear of being forgotten. A threat to the meaningfulness of life. Being forced to stop life projects.
This was what the world feared before. Now, what we fear is what we become 
After Death.

A suspenseful story told by different characters over the years of the zombie apocalypse. The group consists of high school kids and deals with troubling events in which not everyone survives. 

TW: This story contains graphic descriptive content, strong language, and disturbing descriptive images and is intended only for mature audiences.

AFtER DEAtH

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I didn't want to have to leave but I can't keep living in the agony of waiting. I fear that if I wait too long I'll be too late. I knew I should have left a long time ago. Airi's my daughter and I feel like I've let her down. I know I have because I only decided to do something after Steve left. He wasn't my number one priority but I treated him like it.


I didn't want Ethan, or anyone for that matter, to chase after me. I knew that the only way I could be satisfied was if I did this myself. I wondered if that was the right choice, it probably wasn't but there's nothing I can do to change it now.


Arizona is probably my least favorite state that we've migrated too. Between the heat, the fact that your clothes stick to your body like glue, and the dry rivers, it's all a wasteland. No one in their right mind would even try to survive here. That's probably why we haven't seen many of the dead. We were even more surprised to see the living.


It had been a few days, longer than I said I'd be gone. I didn't want the others to start worrying but I also didn't want to go back with nothing. I made the decision to keep going, to stay in this hell hole alone longer, I thought there was nothing out here. I thought I was the only one dumb enough to hike in this weather. I thought my group was the only ones dumb enough to try to live here. I was wrong. I was very wrong.


I heard the familiar sound of multiple generators in the distance. The light smell of blood mixed with the smallest hint of gasoline was faint but it was there. Curiosity struck me and I had to know what it meant. I wish I had known how much of a risk I would take.


From afar, it looked like a simple campsite. A few people lingered around, tents were spiked order less into the ground, and empty cans slept wherever it was convenient for the residents to throw them. I wasn't going to go closer, I didn't think it was important, but then I saw what I thought was a dream, maybe even a hallucination from the heat, but no, it was real. Seeing her like this made me wish it wasn't.


Chapter 10 (Without Being Seen)