A short story about a hostile apocalypse.

When the world is filled with nothing but divine masculinity the woman can often be left behind. Now, I’m not feminist or anything, I don’t believe in women coming first and men coming second or any of that crap, but I do believe in divine intervention to make the entire world of sexes equal. Yeah, right, like that’s going to happen.

Anita Fletcher- February 4th 2011

God, how the hell did the world come to this? Was it my fault, did I push my beliefs too much, or was it an act of God? No, the reason that all of the men are dead and all of the women are struggling to survive is… nature. Ever heard of the walking dead? Yes, diary, I’m talking about zombies, those hideous beings that walk around with their arms in front of them asking continuously for brains. As soon as it reached this year, 2012 something reacted in the system of every living man alive. Their DNA changed to hostility and every civil gene left in the homosapien males was lost. The apocalypse didn’t happen because of that stupid Mayan calendar that everyone was talking about last year, and it didn’t happen because of God, the book of revelations have had no say on this matter.

Anita Fletcher- August 11th 2012 (I’m in the middle of the woods in the north of the country)

The women scurry away, the men aren’t just those common zombies you hear about and see on television. Yes, the men are zombies but they aren’t thick, nor are they foolish or slow. The men sprint after the surviving women, drool slipping from their mouths, hunger for that soft, white milky flesh. I watch right at this moment from an abandoned factory, I have boarded the factory windows with wood planks and nails. The doors and some of the other windows are simply blocked off by heavy objects. This place is just a temporary hideout, just a place to lie down as my body shivers and protests against the mid November cold. The zombies catch the women, and all I can do is observe from the window of the factory. I see the chase, the desperate screams from the female, the lusty growl from the male… and then I see her speed falter, I hope and pray that she escapes but… sorry about the frequent use of ellipsis here, I just sometimes cannot find the right words…

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