Holy shit does real life suck.

I say real life because I never knew what that was before. I lived in a comfortable, happy life simulation. Everyone running around with cell phones, the internet, tv, cars, worrying about how we were fucking with nature, afraid that we might hurt it. Fucking arrogance. Nature knocked us down a peg with Yellowstone.

I remember all my joking conversations with friends about the Zombie apocalypse, what guns to use, who I’d pick up, what I’d drive. But my paranoia lent me an obsessive need to know some survival techniques. That’s the only reason I’m alive now. Fuck zombies, that shit is not real. What a fucking joke.

Real is sitting up all night half awake, shivering and convulsing because you’re so god damn cold that you can’t sleep or you’ll die. Watching kids struggling to inhale and exhaling blood because their parents were too stupid to put masks on them. Ash is the real apocalypse, no running vehicles, no food, no warmth, no family, no dreams.

Real life sucks.