Grocery list - Freewrite
The year was 2033. Nobody had expected the world to end so suddenly.
There were only a few survivors left. Or at least that's how it seemed.
My name is Andy Mercury and I am one of the last outcasts from the city of Zultan.
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The disease that had wiped out most of the population was thought to be a strain of measles.
Measles. If you can believe that.
I spent my days wandering around looking for something to eat.
Companionship? Sure I'd love some company but you can't trust anyone these days.
You meet someone, you head the other way.
Today I approached the local Piggly Wiggly.
From the outside it looks like the place is a shambles.
Shopping carts are overturned everywhere, there's newspaper strung all over the concrete ground, and a variety of mostly rotten fruit and vegetables are scattered around grotesquely mauled dead bodies.
If I wasn't starving to death I wouldn't risk going in there.
Unfortunately, if I don't eat I won't live much longer so I have to risk it.
It takes a lot effort to pull open the jammed sliding door.
A slight cut on my finger has to be ignored. It's not like I can wash it off anyway.
It's mostly dark inside the store with the exception of a few beams of light that are coming from broken windows all around the back entrance.
I head to the cooler where there should be beer, water, and other beverages.
All of the beer and alcoholic beverages are gone, but there are a couple containers of Hi-C against the Shelf.
Hi - C.
Actually that sounds like it will really hit the spot right now.
I grab a red one, struggle with the lid, and finally suck the container down in a flash.
Just as I'm finishing the delicious drink I feel a strange pain in my stomach.
I look down to see a bloody knife piercing through it.
A grim laugh from behind me shakes me to the core.
As I turn around I see him.
Am I not the main character in this story?
How come he lives when I fall to my knees?
I guess there's some comfort in knowing that he too will be dead before long.
This whole world is dead.
It sucks. All I really wanted was a handful of groceries.
This is a fascinating world you are building here! Love survival stories. Or, in this case, non-survival. lol
It's refreshing to hear a story... without the storybook ending.
I have to be careful because sometimes I will write a bad ending to my stories when one isn't really justified. So now I try to balance it whenever I can. I thought this ending was fairly fitting though.
Totally. Thumbs Up!
Seems like a very sad ending...
You really have a vivid imagination my friend.
Much appreciated.
Awwww that's so sad and scary and sad.
Had he known he was walking into his doom...
But wait, i don't like this joke about the world ending in 2033, for real. That feels so so close
That's true. 2033 is too soon for it.
Man I hope the world doesnt come to an end in 2033 thats not very far away!
I agree. Perhaps I should have chosen a date farther in the future.
Awww
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I knew it wouldn't end well. But as you said, desperate times require desperate measures.
If we were really in a future world like that it would be difficult to figure out what to do.
Thank you so much for bringing us good free write stories. It is very hard to write stories when you are using your imaginations.
Definitely.
the problem is managing to break the ordinary mindsets and go beyond.. @jeezzle never disappoints in this.