This is a little idea I've had and thought I'd share with you all. Any feedback would be much appreciated!
I don’t know who I am.
I can’t remember my name, about my life, how I got here, anything. I don’t remember how the world ended.
About five hours ago I woke up with amnesia. I can remember things – I know that this thing in my hand is called a pencil, I can look at my watch and see the time, I know that I’m in a hotel room and it’s customary to steal the soap when I leave. But the bit of my brain marked “Me” is a blank slate. No name, no favourite colour, no memories. I could draw you a map of the world but not tell you the name of my town. And that’s terrifying.
There are zombies. They haven’t seen me and I want to keep it that way but they’re out there and I’m scared shitless. I don’t know when it happened but they’ve taken over, the street outside is overgrown and silent and they just wander around. Humanity is gone, I don’t know how long ago, but I’ve somehow survived.
All day I’ve been sat here trying to work out what’s happening. I don’t want to sleep in case I wake up and it’s all gone again. I’m scribbling this down so if it does, I’ll have something. I’ve been rifling through my stuff to find a clue to what’s happening but I haven’t found anything. Credit cards and driving licences are useless now but I expected a letter or photo at least.
The only thing that wasn’t completely generic was the key. It was around my neck on a chain when I woke up. It’s thick, complex and has the letter P engraved on it, and I have no idea what it’s for. The only thing it’s given me is another question, but at least it’s a question with some semblance of purpose. I can’t let go of it.
Maybe if I grip it tightly enough I’ll remember.