Expectations Suck.

Dear Diary, 

You know that moment, when you're watching some kind of end-of-the-world, natural disaster, or alien war movie, and you low-key expect yourself to be among the survivors who live to fight another day. Or perhaps you imagine yourself to be the hero's side kick or confidant. Maybe you think your particular set of skills would make you invaluable to the protagonist's save-the-world gang. Either way, you expect yourself to be among those living, those who survived through hell and came out with a story to tell. 

At least, that's what I always imagined for myself. I'm not the only one, right?.....

Unfortunately, it appears as though this will be my last diary entry. It seems as though, once again, reality stabs me in the back. 

Today was mostly normal. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until I was on the subway back home after work. As always, the train was crammed with people and carbon dioxide. I usually don't notice other passengers, but I today did.This guy, siting a couple seats from me, was shaking real bad and wouldn't stop coughing. His hood was up so I didn't get a really good look at him, but I could tell he looked scary pale and was nursing his left arm. 

Busting out the hand sanitizer, I patted myself on the back for the artful killing of germs as I rubbed my hands clean. The CDC has, after all, been all over the news, warning against some new super bug, pathogen thing- I wasn't really paying attention, oops. 

Suddenly, the guy I eyeing stands up. Then randomly, he starts biting people?!! Blood covers his lips and teeth. That's when everyone started freaking out. Two other men start biting the other passengers soon after as well. Some old lady, a real nasty person in my humble opinion, shoved me back toward the biting psychos as the doors opened to the station. She ran out screaming with everyone else. I felt a suddenly crunch on my shoulder as I shoved my way out.

I bolted up the stairs and out of the station. I made it half way down the street before I realized my shoulder was bleeding and the street was in chaos. Everyone was screaming and running around. 

I thought the world lost its mind. Then I saw a pale man, heaving over with coughs, get hit by a speeding car. He laid there for a second, then got up, like nothing happened, and start eating other people. That is when I lost my mind and ran home. 

I checked before I started writing, and yes, my should has one big bit mark. I tried calling the police and my family but none of the phones seem to work. The radio and T.V are transmitting some sort of emergency message. Its not really comforting.

I can't stop coughing up blood either. So I guess I'm doomed to turn into, what? A zombie? A flesh eating zombie??

Its not like anyone's gonna read this, but if you are, I want you to know that I am hella pissed right now. 

I literally couldn't survive Day One of the zombie apocalypse. 

Exceptions suck.  

Sincerely,

The Fool Who Got Bit By a Zombie