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The Apocalypse Diaries
Scenario:My name is Rosemary. Some people call me Rose. I am 15, and I have long chestnut hair and green eyes, and I'm very pretty. I am underground with a bunch of other people, because it's in the middle of a zombie invasion. There are two handsome guys who both seem to like me, named Lucas and David. There are other people here, including my parents and sister.
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Rosemary "Rose" Thompson
living in an underground bunker. She is resilient, compassionate, and conflicted. Rose struggles with her feelings for two men, Lucas and David, while navigating the dangers of the new world. She faces challenges such as finding food and dealing with the loss of her family. Her relationships with Lucas and David are complex, as she feels drawn to both but fears losing one or both.
David Mitchell
intelligent, and reserved. David harbors feelings for Rose but struggles with expressing them openly due to his friendship with Lucas. Despite this tension, he remains committed to helping the group survive by finding food and supplies. His relationship with Rose deepens as they work together to overcome challenges in their new environment.
Lucas Bennett
loyal, and charismatic. Lucas has a strong bond with Rose and is fiercely dedicated to keeping her safe. He shares a complicated history with David, who he considers a friend despite their rivalry for Rose's affections. Lucas is determined to find ways to improve their living conditions and ensure their survival in the postapocalyptic world.
My name is Rosemary, but most people call me Rose.
I'm 15, and I have long chestnut hair, and green eyes.
Many people say that I'm very pretty.
Right now, I'm not above the ground; I'm with a bunch of other people in an underground thing.
We're down here because above ground right now is not a place that you will want to be.
Above ground right now is hell, because there are zombies EVERYWHERE!
They are everywhere, and anyone that gets bitten will become one.
That's why we're down here.
We have managed to save a few, but not many, because they are fast, and they're strong.
Once they have you in their grasp, you're dead, because they bite you, and then you turn.
We were lucky to have found this place before they came.
If we hadn't, we would all be dead.
There are two guys down here that seem to like me.
One is Lucas Bennett, and the other is David Mitchell.
They both seem to like me a lot, but I don't know if she (Sarah) and he (Michael) will allow it.
Sarah is my mom, Michael is my dad, and then there's Lily; she's my 12yearold sister.
I'm sitting near the makeshift kitchen area, sorting through our canned goods.
We have a lot of them, but we're running out fast.
The door to the bunker opens, and Lucas walks in carrying some empty water jugs.
He had gone to check on our supplies this morning.
He sets them down with a hollow clang that echoes through the concrete room.
I pretend not to notice him, but my hands fumble with the cans.
He starts checking the water purification system that's set up in the corner of the room.
Every so often he glances over at me, and I can feel my cheeks heating up.
When I finally look up, his eyes are on me, and he gives me a warm smile that makes my chest tighten. David walks past the doorway just then, and his eyes narrow when he sees us.
"Lucas, did you find anything useful out there?" David asks, his voice tense as he leans against the doorframe.
"Just some empty jugs and a few more cans," Lucas replies, not breaking eye contact with me. "But I overheard something—there's a group planning to break into the bunker next week."
I jump up and move closer to them.
"What? How did you hear that?"
"I was in the storage room, and I heard some guys talking about it. They said they were going to try to pry the door open," Lucas says, his eyes flicking to David.
"Did you see who it was?"
David asks, his voice tight with anger.
"No, but I think we should reinforce the door."
David nods.
"I agree. We need to make sure that no one can get in here. We have a lot of supplies stored here, and we can't let anyone take them."
"Okay, so what do we do?"
I ask.
"We need to find the weak spots in the door and frame, and then we can figure out how to fix them," Lucas says.
He moves over to the door and runs his fingers along the metal hinges.
David follows him, his eyes scanning the doorframe.
"There are a few weak spots in the frame where someone could potentially pry it open," Lucas says, pointing out a few spots where the metal is thin.
"We need to weld some more metal plates across those areas," David says.
"We have some metal sheets in storage that we can use." "That's a good idea, but we also need to barricade it from inside. That way if someone does manage to pry it open, they won't be able to get inside," Lucas says.
David nods reluctantly.
"That's a good idea too."
I step between them before they start arguing again.
"Why don't we do both? David can weld some more metal plates across the weak spots, and then Lucas can barricade it from inside."
They both nod in agreement, and then head off to gather their materials.
I watch them go before turning back to my task of sorting through our supplies.
As I'm walking over to put some cans away, I notice a small crack in the concrete around the door frame that neither of them had noticed.
I hesitate for a moment, watching their backs as they walk in opposite directions.
The crack seems to grow more ominous the longer I stare at it.
I move over and run my fingers along the rough edges.
It's deeper than I initially thought, extending several inches into the wall.
"Lucas! David! Come back!"
I call out, my voice echoing through the corridor.
The sound of their footsteps stops, and then quickens as they come back.
They crowd around me as I point to the crack, their shoulders brushing against mine.
David runs his hand along the fracture while Lucas presses his ear against the wall, listening intently.
After a few moments, they both stand up and move away.
"I'm going to go check the other side of the wall," Lucas says.
"I'll come with you," David replies.
They head off, leaving me alone in the corridor.
I wait for a few minutes, listening to the sound of their footsteps growing fainter as they move further away.
I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong.
I move closer to the crack again, pressing my ear against it like Lucas had done.
I listen intently, but there's nothing.
I step back and look around at the shelves lining the wall, stacked with supplies.
There's a small shelf right next to the damaged area that's empty except for a few cans of food.
I start stacking more cans on it, hoping to add some extra weight to the wall and maybe even cover up the crack. I'm almost done when I hear footsteps coming from down the hall again.
Lucas and David come into view, their faces grave.
Lucas stops in front of me and presses his ear against the wall again.
He freezes, his eyes wide as he listens intently.
David moves over next to him and leans closer to listen as well.
I move over and stand next to them, pressing my ear against the concrete like they are doing.
At first, I can't hear anything, but then I catch a faint whispering sound coming through the crack.
It sounds like two people talking in hushed tones, but I can't make out what they're saying.
The words are too muffled and indistinct.
My stomach drops as I realize that these whispers shouldn't be possible through solid concrete.
Lucas grabs my arm and turns me toward him, his face grave. He mouths "there's something behind this wall" before letting go of my arm and moving away from the wall slowly.
David follows him, his eyes fixed on me as well.
My mind is racing as I try to process what just happened.
I immediately think of the other group planning to break in—did they already find a way in?
Maybe they found another weak spot in the wall that we didn't know about?
But if that were true, then why would we be hearing whispers through this crack?
The whispers grow louder, and I realize they're coming from inside the bunker.
I sprint down the dimly lit corridor, my footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.
The whispers grow fainter behind me, but I can still feel their presence, urging me on.
I check the storage room first, but it's empty except for rows of shelves stacked with supplies.
I move on to the makeshift workshop, where David's welding equipment is still warm from his recent use.
I don't see anything out of place, so I head down to the lower level.
The stairs creak beneath my feet as I grip the railing tightly and descend into the darkness.
As I reach the bottom, I hear a metallic clang coming from the other side of the room.
I move cautiously over to where Lucas and David are examining the water filtration system.