Til Death: Reanimated
homes / michs-home
You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of your room.
Your name is MICH CATHAWAY, and for a while now, you've really felt, purposeless. Not even the apocalypse could shake you out of your funk, it just gave you even more of a reason to stay inside and do fuck-all.Speaking of staying inside and doing fuck-all, you should probably get out of bed. You've already spent a few hours in it after waking up, and the unwashed-sheet smell is starting to get to you. You get up and take a quick shower, before returning to your room to just sorta stand aimlessly.
You've got no plans for the forseeable ever right now. What should you do?
You do so. You doomscroll for like an hour, and gain net zero information you care about. Wow.Yeah of course, like a solid 30% of the coverage on this site is about the meteor and shit. You never really paid attention to any of it, you just sorta acknowledged it and went on doing nothing.You don't know. Probably just more apocalypse stuff. You decide to google it out of idle curiosity.You find nothing interesting, or at least nothing you care enough about to look further into. You just sigh and toss your phone onto the bed, deciding to head to the kitchen for a snack.You peer in the fridge. Nothing but fast food leftovers. Like usual. You sigh and check the pantry. Equally disappointing, just never-used ingredients and ramen. You close the door. You're not hungry anymore.On your way back to your room to keep doing nothing, your attention is grabbed by the door to an unused room. Now that you think about it a little, you can't remember your parents using this room for anything. You don't even remember them mentioning it at all. Curiosity hits you, and you crack open the door, heading inside.You expect the door to open with a squeak due to disuse, but it just opens as fluidly as any other door. Neat.
You look inside. It's empty, just like you thought. There's a thick layer of dust on the floor. You step in and look around, leaving footprints in the dust. Still nothing. You're not sure why you're here.You turn around again... but something behind the opened door catches your eye. Tilting your head, you reach down and pick it up, looking it over. It's, a plushie? A small cat with round plastic eyes. You stare at it for a while.Something isn't right. You've known this for ages. You don't know what it is about this plushie, but it just makes that feeling all the more palpable.You feel nothing, but the shape of that nothing hurts.You look around the room again, still holding the plushie. There's something wrong. This just confirms it. You stare back at the plushie for a little, and captchalogue it.Fuck it. There's some weird shit going on, and the meteor is the biggest center of weird shit you can think of. You're going there, and you're going to find out what the hell is wrong with you.You grab a shield, your phone, and your keys from your room. Strapping the shield to your back, you head outside and get in your car. You open up your GPS app and pop in the meteor's coordinates. About a day's drive away. That's fine by you.You pull out of the driveway and speed off.