Regret

The ship was lost, surely. Instead of holding on, I let go at some point and fell into the waters. I thought I was dead, but I was choking in water rather than feeling nothing. When things had settled when I floated subconsciously almost dead, I swam meekly to the surface. There was nothing there at that point, given the whole thing happened in a few hours. I went to the car and there was no one inside. I was in tears, it was all my fault for leaving her behind.  

Decisions

Should I have gone back to get Sparrow or not? I was angry at her but leaving her behind felt so wrong. Yet I was a coward at least in a split second that I had boarded the ship. Then the monsters started to board too. The cruise was in a battle, but honestly if I had turned back at that time I would have been torn from limb to limb by those indiscriminate cretins. I waited as the ship turned in a reverse, when the monsters were still at front deck as I got to the back, trying to see if there was a buoy or something to use to get back to the surface. I hung on as the captain manoveured the ship abruptly as if to shake off monsters.

What about us?

Having wasted time in Waterloo, it was time to act on self interest. Instead of family, all I had left was love. She and I were supposed to reach the pier before noon. It was evening when I was quarelling with her, with no mention about the monsters in the city. She wouldn't understand, or accept those harsh things that happen to those she loved too. Maybe if I had left her, it would be for the good. I got out of the car, told her I would check out the remaining docked cruiseship, and walked towards it. It was still a safe haven surely. But when I was reaching the pier, there were lots of monsters emerging from all over chasing people who were running for dear life towards the cruise. Fuck.

Escape

Her eyes were blank, she was trying to bite me, and that wasn't one of pure conviction. She was out for blood. I could tell the monster didn't have compassion because she thought it was a dog eat dog, but I was free to turn to run away. I thought I could get someone I loved out of the fray, but with tears I turned back. It was all crumbling, the block, the city, remnants of family but maybe there was time to go back to the flat.. Maybe.. I needed a drink to think. The floors were wobbling, my world was crashing in the mind, maybe it was too in the real, but with nimble feet I jumped and ran.

Grandma

We were supposed to be leaving the block together. I was in one unit across the corridor down a few floors, and I was preparing to take her with me, to escape this fucking place that has gone to hell. The tides had risen during the hurricanes, and the shoreline now hits the building below us. It was made worse by the monsters. I went to get her, moving past fallen debris, climbing on scaffolding and makeshift ladders towards her place. The lifts were a no-no, always stuck and malfunctioning, jerking up and down fast. I went there to her doorstep. There was no one.

Nostalgia

There was a sound at the top, I thought maybe it was just her finding refuge with a familiar face because she hadn't known about where I had resided since the previous week. And I proceeded carefully upstairs, it was wet and didn't seem safe, the signs were of silence and moss, something foreign to this block in what seemed to be a long time ago. I inched up carefully, and then upon reaching the top level, I saw light emanating from a doorway. I walked slowly towards it, she was there, eyes white and not covered by the door. Grandma was one of them.

Running..

It wasn't my place to be.. The city was on fire, and the place I was headed was my own in an old abandoned office in the city. The monsters were also looming around, and I should have left with the others on the underground trains but jumped back over the turnstile to look after my things. The place was battered, the metal sheet acting both as a fake wall and a door, and a boiler, some flower pots and a bedding in bad rubble. I thought maybe it was fine to stay here for the night. The sounds of the monsters grew louder outside.. It wasn't safe. I was wrong.