What would you do if the world end tomorrow?
That was the question asked repeatedly by his professor, earlier today, at noon. Back then, Seth was obliviously blissful for his lack of knowledge – that the world he knew could end tomorrow.
Now, the answer to that question was quite simple.
The world could end tomorrow, and he spent the last two hours and with a sandy blonde stranger he met in a home décor store. Her name was Amy Palmer and her current goal in life was to beat her cousin’s ‘Most Strangest Day of My Life’ story.
That being said, Seth was riding shotgun while Amy drove her second hand car to the direction of his mother’s house.
“So, what do you do for a living?” The sandy blonde asked, completely disregarding the dried blood on Seth’s clothes.
“I’m a student.”
“Oh. That’s why you looks to be on the young side.”
“Do you always help random people out at night for amusement?”
Amy shrugged. “My thousand bucks is on the line if I don’t do something crazy by this week.”
“Even if you die doing it?”
“Dude, you came by my store in questionable attire. My life is practically in your hands!” That was unnecessary, in his opinion. But Amy seemed to be the kind of girl who take no shit on daily basis. “Please tell me you just murdered someone today.”
That was … unexpected.
Seth shifted on his seat. A little away from the sandy blonde, until his back pressed against the car’s door. It was too early. “There’s a chance I could do the same to you.”
“But there’s no chance of two serial killers in the same car.” Seeing his pale face, Amy took pity. “I’m kidding. But seriously, you didn’t kill someone today, right?”
Seth sighed, slumping on his seat as he brought a hand against his forehead. “No,” he said, closing his eyes and willing his brain not to supply him with Victor’s spontaneous demise.
“Because believe it or not, you look extremely similar to the escaped murder suspect on the local news just now.”
He kept his silence.
“Shit …” Amy muttered. “You’re him?!”
He half-expected her to stop the car and call the police right away. But, his other unsaid guess was correct. The sandy blonde squeeled and punched the air.
“Hell yeah, baby! You just really made my day, I could kiss you!”
“Please don’t …”
“God! How could I be this lucky?!”
“Seriously now?”
“Come on, dude! You’re the newest murder suspect on the run and I manage to run into you!”
“You shouldn’t be this happy.”
“Didn’t you hear me? I won’t lose this a bet to my cousin. He can eat shit!”
“Still …” Seth mumbled, “You shouldn’t be this happy. You can die tomorrow.”
“Huh? What’s that?”
Seth flicked his eyes on his phone, dreadedly looking at the small 22.17 on top of his screen. No more than two hours before the first wave invasion. “Say, what do you think when you heard ‘first wave invasion’?”
Amy seemed to think this thoroughly. Unlike what her previous spontanity displayed. “I’d say the Russian and North Korea finally go all out and nuke all burger parlors in the states or alien ships raining down on us, demanding our streaming service’s lifetime passwords.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“What do you expect? You want my answer, so you got it. Don’t complain.”
But she probably got something right.
The first wave invasion, even Victor didn’t tell him anything about it. Except for how horrondous it seemed. It could be some unannounced war from the other nations, or it could be an extraterrestrial force making a contact with humanity through ill means.
“The first wave invasion will begin at midnight.” The words left his mouth before he was aware.
“What, now?” Amy was looking at him with a confused expression. “Are you claiming that something big is going to happen in an hour?”
Seth nodded, “It will starts in the most populated area.”
“Then, we should head to the city’s entertainment and economic center!”
“No! Are you crazy?!”
“Well, I just want to know what’s this ‘something big’ you keep talking about.”
“I don’t care about you, but I need to survive.” He then added as if in after thought. “Even if I have to deck you out and steal your car.”
“You’re no fun.”
“There won’t be any fun if we’re dead.”
Amy tapped her finger on the steering wheel, thinking again. “You know what, I’m just going to bet all of my thousand bucks on your delusion and hope something crazy will really happen.”
“Huh?”
“Fine, we’ll do it your way. Let’s go find an unpopulated area and wait for the so-called first wave invasion to happen. I can’t wait to see Wade’s face when I tell him things.”
Seth turned his head, looking out at the side of the road they passed. Something big would happen and all of those people out there could die. He didn’t think he should warn them. They were too busy cat-calling girls, stuffing their mouths with delicious junks, and watching something funny on their phone.
They wouldn’t heed a no-one’s warning.
“If your cousin still alive, that is.”
“Oh, he’ll stay alive, don’t worry. Wade is like a cockroach you can’t get rid of.” Amy said again, “But, you’re right. Let’s get him first before I forgot.”
The second-hand car made a sharp turn, causing Seth to bang his head against the hard window. The sandy blonde then stepped on the gas pedal and the car zipped through the city road, heading towards a complex area just one and a half hour before the first wave invasion begin.
Knock! Knock! Knock! The sound travelled through the night, creating a crescendo in the otherwise peaceful setting. But Seth was anxious. Dong! [Fifteen minutes before the first wave invasion begin.] The System flashed on his screen, illuminating his face in shades of blue. The flickering light above him died after his seventh knock on his mother’s new home. “They are sleeping,” Amy said from where she was leaning against the car’s hood, crossing her arms in displayed impatience. “Or,” a male voice added after the sandy blonde, “Your mom and her new toy are fucking each other senseless.” It was Wade Moore, Amy’s cousin whom she had a bet going on with. For someone who appeared like a thug coming straight out of a bar, he really spoke like one. “Thanks, Wade. I don’t need that particular image in my mind.” “No problem, dude.” The sarcams flew right through his head. Seth turned away from them, and lifted his hand again. But, before he could knock for the eleventh time, the doo
Wind breezed past from the half opened window of Amy’s second-hand car. Wade’s smoke dispersed right away, leaving no air pollution in the back seat. Seth’s entire body was rigid with dreaded expectation. [Welcome to the end of the world.] Still appeared on his screen. Typed in simple font with futuristic blue background. The clock ticked, but nothing extraordinary happened. Seth didn’t know how to feel about this. Amy’s anticipation of an epic mad story to tell could be dwindling any second now. However, trepidation soon washed over him as police sirens sounded from the road ahead, casting red and blue lights amongst the bottleneck of cars. Dong! [Failed to send Love is Everything! Survival Kit due to unexpected increase of activity in the System's database.] [The System will try again within 48 hours with a bonus package.] Huffing in displeasure, Seth pocketed his phone again. Wade turned to face him, scrutinising his pale face and bloody clothes. “Dude, you’re the runaway k
In one minute, Seth could make a precise paper crane, or a miniature simple dragon. A good pastime when he skipped class to laze on the school’s rooftop, while having his phone confiscated by his teacher. In one minute, Seth could inhale a bowl of instant noodles. Given he had nothing to eat since morning, and this was the spiceless, discounted cup noodle from the asian store around the block. In one minute, Seth could die if they did nothing but scream around in panic while an honest-to-God zombie tried to break the windshield of the car they were in. A crack and several claw marks soon appeared, leaving the passengers frantically trying to get away from it. An impossible task, in his opinion, considering Amy was too stricken in horror to reverse the car – or just drive really fast forward to throw the zombie off balance. Meanwhile, Wade was no better. He tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The safety lock was in, getting out of the car was not an option. Unless Amy cou
Inside a speeding second-hand car with a faded blue paint job, there were four – three humans and one infectore-wannabe, to be precise."Fuck!" Wade cursed as he read the words displayed on Seth's phone. "I don't want to be a fucking zombie!"The chain smoker's frustrated scream was mirrored by Marnie's wailing cries. Seth gritted his teeth, knuckles turning white from the too-tight grip on the steering wheel. H dreaded the hardship of staying alive for the next three months with burdens like this."Is there a way to cure him?" Amy asked from the back seat as if his phone was Siri or something. She expected an answer, her knitted brows gave it away. But Seth was pretty sure the System in his phone was as advanced as the Explorer. "Hey, can you make the kid shut up?"Seth sent an irritated look through the rearview mirror. "Do you really have to ask me?""She's your sister.""She's not.""She is–""Just toss her out then."Amy gapped at him. Wade pulled the same expression, and Seth sc
Seth almost missed a turn as he stared in surprise at the strange happening near him. “Where did this space vagina come from?!”“Your phone did it,” Amy reeled away from it, clutching it in her knuckle-white hands. “Please tell me there won’t be aliens coming from the other side to lay eggs in me. Oh God, oh God, I’m sorry for reading porn and becoming addicted to strange sexual fanta–”“I really don’t need to hear about that on my last day of breathing.” Wade grumbled, already in the fifth stage of grief, accepting his near demise.But Amy was the most optimistic among them. At least when it concerned Wade. “You’ll live.”That could also be because she had already bought three more hours for her cousin. It completely escaped her mind that she practically cost Seth almost all of his balance. It wasn’t like he’d make a fuss about it.Right?[Please withdraw your 2 bottles of Ethazal Prevection now.][The Goury Hole will disappear at the thirty seconds mark.]Reading that, Amy gingerly
Seth’s phone in his hand lit up in a familiar futuristic blue.Dong![1 infectore detected within 30 feet radius.]It was typed in a simple font. Nothing fancy about it. However, the news it brought could have been more useful.Seth looked up, turning his head to the one on the passenger seat. The chain smoker was still drooling, staring at him with uncoordinated eyes. His hands folded awkwardly, trying to free himself from the seatbelt with clumsy fingers. Wade was no more.Curling his fist, Seth prepared himself to punch the hell out of the newly-turned infectore.“Help him!” Amy yelled in his ear, stopping his good intention of bravely fighting a zombie-like man.It was a good thing that he already pulled over on the side of the road, stopping the car for the time being. Of course, they needed to get out of the city as fast as they could, but they couldn’t do shit if they were dead from collidi
Seth tightened his long fingers around the steering wheel of Amy’s second-hand car and breathed deeply through his nose.Baby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-dooBaby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-dooBaby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-dooBaby SharkHe would have closed his eyes and banged his head against the wheel just to make the song end, but that would mean he had to sport a bump on his handsome forehead. Not that anyone agreed to it, but he was particularly confident that he was, at least, handsome enough to get a girlfriend.Ex, now. Sarah Dickson was nothing but a former lover. Hopefully, she was turned into an infectore, so he had a reason to kill – maim her. He wanted to get payback for that punch.There was no traffic, but the road was full of turns and hills. He had never visited Cold Spring, but he figured depending on the one and only maps he found in his phone was good enough. Hopefully, they didn’t go in the
A vase of blue and purple flowers was on the table, complementing the pink tablecloth of the kitchen they were in. Besides that, only a little decoration was in sight.Unless, of course, Seth didn’t count the whiteboard displayed there.“Ah, that’s the mind map for my WIPs.” The Asian girl, who introduced herself as Izuka, said after noticing Seth’s odd look towards her prized possession. “I should have hide it first.”Seth looked critically, “Yes, maybe you should.” The sales girl kicked his shin under the table. “What? It looks like a murder plot to me.”Amy sent an apologetic face to Izuka, “I’m sorry. He’s very rude when he’s hungry.”“Understandable,” the Asian girl motioned towards the eggs and bacon she just brought from the pan. “I’m an aspiring author writing a fantasy sci-fi novel, you see. Being called freak is nothing