us.
“I was lucky, though,” he continued, “because there weren’t any inside the kitchen. I was able to look around while I waited.”
He sat up and gestured toward the floor.
I leaned over the edge of the bed and spotted several black trash bags strewn across the carpet.
“Food?” I asked hopefully. He nodded, a satisfied grin on his face. He jumped from the bed and opened the nearest bag. From it he pulled handfuls of fruit; apples, bananas, kiwi, and more I didn’t recognize.
“We needed food that would keep without being refrigerated,” he said as he tossed me a ripe Granny Smith apple. I immediately sank my teeth into it. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.
“I almost got some of the canned food, but it made way too much noise when I carried it. I didn’t want to take any chances on my way back. I did snag some knives from the kitchen, though. They should come in handy if we have to move.”
“I thought you said we should wait here? We can‘t go out again, not with those banshee things out there!”
Finn took a large bite from a banana and walked back over to me. “We’ll stay here for as long as we can,” he said as he plopped down on the bed. “I don‘t want to go back out there any more than you do, but I‘d rather be ready in case we have to.”
After finishing several more pieces of fruit, we spent the rest of the day trying to get signal on our cell phones. Finn managed to get a single, solitary bar near the balcony at one point, but his call never went through.
Maybe tomorrow we’ll have more luck.
August 19 th
The last few days have been the most boring of my life. Finn keeps saying we should sit tight and wait for a rescue team, but I’m beginning to think the zombies (if that’s what they truly are) might be better than the never ending silence.
“There is no way someone doesn’t know we’re stranded,” he repeated for the hundredth time. “We’re on the biggest ship in the world, and we never made it to our next port of call! Even if there was no distress signal sent, Imperial Cruise Lines probably knew something was wrong within minutes of all this.”
“They know, but something else is going on,” I said. “Every second we’re here is another chance for us to be eaten by those things. Imagine the press coverage for all this. They’ll probably go bankrupt with all the lawsuits.”
Finn huffed. “That’s for sure. If someone can make money because their coffee was too hot then just imagine how much an undead lawsuit will net them. Then again, if we really are the last people left alive there won‘t be anyone else to sue.”
Finn laughed and walked out onto the balcony. I stared at him as he leaned against the railing.
He‘s trying to hide it, but I know he’s worried.
I’m worried too.
False Hope
August 20 th
This morning we were woken up by the sound of helicopters.
There had to have been at least half a dozen of them. Finn was already peeking through the curtains we’d drawn across the sliding glass doors when I woke. The one nearest to our balcony had a channel 9 news logo on its side, the rest were all dark green and black. We slid the doors open and jumped onto the balcony. Two of the helicopters turned in our direction as Finn and I waved frantically.
“Over here! We’re here!” Finn yelled. I joined in and felt an uplifting sensation of hope course through me.
As they drew closer Finn suddenly stopped waving, and I noticed he was focusing on one of green and black helicopters. He turned to me with a confused look on his face.
“Look at the guns and missiles on that thing, it looks like some kind of attack helicopter. Why would they send something like that? And other than the news chopper all the rest look the same. No
“I was lucky, though,” he continued, “because there weren’t any inside the kitchen. I was able to look around while I waited.”
He sat up and gestured toward the floor.
I leaned over the edge of the bed and spotted several black trash bags strewn across the carpet.
“Food?” I asked hopefully. He nodded, a satisfied grin on his face. He jumped from the bed and opened the nearest bag. From it he pulled handfuls of fruit; apples, bananas, kiwi, and more I didn’t recognize.
“We needed food that would keep without being refrigerated,” he said as he tossed me a ripe Granny Smith apple. I immediately sank my teeth into it. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.
“I almost got some of the canned food, but it made way too much noise when I carried it. I didn’t want to take any chances on my way back. I did snag some knives from the kitchen, though. They should come in handy if we have to move.”
“I thought you said we should wait here? We can‘t go out again, not with those banshee things out there!”
Finn took a large bite from a banana and walked back over to me. “We’ll stay here for as long as we can,” he said as he plopped down on the bed. “I don‘t want to go back out there any more than you do, but I‘d rather be ready in case we have to.”
After finishing several more pieces of fruit, we spent the rest of the day trying to get signal on our cell phones. Finn managed to get a single, solitary bar near the balcony at one point, but his call never went through.
Maybe tomorrow we’ll have more luck.
August 19 th
The last few days have been the most boring of my life. Finn keeps saying we should sit tight and wait for a rescue team, but I’m beginning to think the zombies (if that’s what they truly are) might be better than the never ending silence.
“There is no way someone doesn’t know we’re stranded,” he repeated for the hundredth time. “We’re on the biggest ship in the world, and we never made it to our next port of call! Even if there was no distress signal sent, Imperial Cruise Lines probably knew something was wrong within minutes of all this.”
“They know, but something else is going on,” I said. “Every second we’re here is another chance for us to be eaten by those things. Imagine the press coverage for all this. They’ll probably go bankrupt with all the lawsuits.”
Finn huffed. “That’s for sure. If someone can make money because their coffee was too hot then just imagine how much an undead lawsuit will net them. Then again, if we really are the last people left alive there won‘t be anyone else to sue.”
Finn laughed and walked out onto the balcony. I stared at him as he leaned against the railing.
He‘s trying to hide it, but I know he’s worried.
I’m worried too.
False Hope
August 20 th
This morning we were woken up by the sound of helicopters.
There had to have been at least half a dozen of them. Finn was already peeking through the curtains we’d drawn across the sliding glass doors when I woke. The one nearest to our balcony had a channel 9 news logo on its side, the rest were all dark green and black. We slid the doors open and jumped onto the balcony. Two of the helicopters turned in our direction as Finn and I waved frantically.
“Over here! We’re here!” Finn yelled. I joined in and felt an uplifting sensation of hope course through me.
As they drew closer Finn suddenly stopped waving, and I noticed he was focusing on one of green and black helicopters. He turned to me with a confused look on his face.
“Look at the guns and missiles on that thing, it looks like some kind of attack helicopter. Why would they send something like that? And other than the news chopper all the rest look the same. No
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