Fater's corner

Introduction

 

Hi, my name is Sztrilok Annabelle. This is my diary. Since you are reading it, probably something unfortunate happened in the future past. Maybe I got killed myself. Maybe I just lost this unimportant document. Maybe it was you who killed me, because you were starving, or something entirely else. Don’t misunderstand, this is not a hate note or something like that. This is the only wish I have at the moment. I want to… Leave something behind. Today, apocalypse started. I know, someday we may rise again, or other intelligent species will create a peaceful home somewhere. It does not matter. What matters is that I might die now, a day, or a few weeks later. I will die sooner or later, that’s for sure. I never felt like this before. This world end destroyed everything I had and made me realise how insignificant I’m in reality. If anyone who reads this journal and lives thanks to it a day longer, I’ll be able to smile at them from heaven or curse them from hell. I sincerely hope for the first option. Haha… Let’s just get over with todays entry.

 

Apocalypse - Day 0

 

It was an usual day, I woke up, had breakfast and headed for school. We already got used to the daily earthquakes that are unusual in this area, school resumed last week. Although news from everywhere spread fast, we were all okay this far away from the trouble. In large countries far away many deaths happened from many disasters painting the world’s heart black.

It’s funny, even a year ago almost this much people died from hunger or diseases in less developed countries and nobody batted an eye. Now a hundred people die from a new disease and the whole world starts to create vaccines. I’m not a conspiration-theorist fan, but we already got used to ignoring the media’s world end warning every freaking year. I didn’t get the injection, and don’t plan getting it in the future. My family got it though, they never questioned the importance of it. They all work surrounded by many people, my mother is a teacher. She has to get them even if she dosen’t want to.

Back to how my day went, well, I get on the bus. It was crowded as usual, I stood next to the driver. With this many boring students and workers, they should send at least one more bus in the morning hours.

When I managed to get off after a fifteen minutes of smellride, as usual, I walked quickly to reach the convenience store first. When all the coaches arrive at the same time, hundreds of students will get in my way. Since this is the only small town in the vicinity all the middle schools are located here. From all the villages around it, thousands of students and workers use the coach to commute. There is the train too… But that’s slower and isn’t everywhere. For me it’s relatively close but still doubles the time to get to school.

Just like every other day, I bought a “home made” schnitzel sandwich that is actually not German at the slightest. Probably someone makes a few hundred of these every morning since more than one shop sells these. I can buy it in the school too, although the price is higher. You can’t leave the school before noon, if you are not rich bring your own or starve.

Anyways, I ran to the school and entered my classroom that is on the second floor. We don’t have seat regulations, except that we can’t change them during the year or someone pisses off the teacher and get moved somewhere else. My spot is in the front on the right side, next to the door. Prejudices are useless here. I was the last one to enter the classroom on the first day and knew no one. No one really cared about making friends with me but I got on friendly terms with a smaller circle in the class. Class hierarchy is scary if I have to say.

Even as a girl, I never understood how can others like the asshole guy who is annoying as hell. Yes, he can talk stupid things, he can flatter and has confidence, but that’s all. As far as I care, I can judge a person by their behaviour. Like the guy who plays football and during basketball he says the ball sucks because it has a dent. Even if he is the first one to take the best for himself and kick it all around just to throw it in the middle of the storage in the end. Hell, someone like that will never be a good person.

I’m not the prettiest girl in the class, but I don’t wear any makeup either. Probably my natural beauty is my only high quality… I’m not clever and I’m not good at sports. I’m average at best, not counting my inhuman mental endurance. I mean I know I broke something when I was a kid, but that was probably my mental control. I was hauled as a genius since I knew 4th grade math when I was only 6 year old. Probably this is what made my life hell. I never learned anything as a child and now it’s hard for me to learn anything. My memory is also kinda bad. Oh well…

Back to my day… It was during first class when the areal siren went off. It is the old kind of bombing alarm from WW2. The radio turned on and some old man’s voice could be heard.
“Attention every students, teachers. As you can hear the disaster alarm went off, please head to the underground level slowly and carefully. There is no need for panic. Thank you.”

This usually meant that something shit happens. At days like this we are sent home, so I didn’t want to waste any more time there. The teacher told us to stand up and start walking in a row. How unprofessional. If I remember correctly the -1 floor was built back in the war times, it was sturdy but not a real bomb shelter. A bigger earthquake and it’s just a coffin. Good for them. I lifted my pack and ignored the teacher’s ramblings. I told him that I quickly go to the restroom before that and since it’s right in front of our classroom it’s not impossible to do. I left the classroom and closed the door behind me while others were still talking with each other. And turned to the left. It was the way towards the stairs, but that’s not why I headed there. In the end of the corridor is a large window where I just simply jumped out.

You can say that I’m crazy to jump out from a 12 meter high building, you are both right and wrong. Under me is the passageway to the gym, only 3 meters far. Such a fall is not hard for someone who likes high places. I’m not a parkourer, but I often climb high buildings when I can. It’s illegal but who cares.

I arrived at the floor ap the passageway and turned left again. The half roof with iron coating is a tricky thing to descend, but it’s not my first time. Enduring the fall on the grass, I feel the shakes already. This is how good the foretells are, they worth shit. A minute is all it took to get here from whatever place they detected the tiny waves from the depth.It only took a ten minute walk to the park next to the bus stop, where I layed on the grass. This is the best place, where there is nothing to fall on you. The uncut grass will ease the shaking a little which is better than nothing.