Personal Narrative: The Case Of Olivia

Summary- Everything was normal, Olivia was in her second year of college. Whereas her childhood friend Amara was struggling to even keep a job after an incident, that happened a few years prior. One morning, Olivia wakes up and finds out that there wasn't a sign of anything that she once knew.
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It was early fall, and the leaves had just begun to fall from the trees. Although it was windy, and the sun was hidden behind the buildings surrounding my apartment, it was still warm. I had gotten home earlier than usual today. I often spent time at the library after school, but today the library was closed due to construction. I walked through the front door of my house, my roommate, Amara was sitting on the couch, watching who knows

what. “Good day? I understand yesterday was hard,” Amara was fired a week ago, because of complications, therefore, was now looking for another job.
“Just like yesterday, got an interview, but no reply back.” Amara had trouble keeping a job, after what happened a few years prior, “I still have a few more options.”
Amara wouldn't meet my eyes, I knew that she was trying her best to find a job. Unfortunately, I also knew that she was running out of options and that soon she would have nothing else to distract her from the awful reality of her situation.
“Good, I’m going to do some work, and I’ll make dinner in a few minutes.” I set my bag on the bench and head towards my room.
After the accident, I knew that Amara would change. Nevertheless, I never thought she would she change this much. Amara used to be lively, daring, yet rational, are all words that used to describe Amara, now replaced with quiet and distant.
I walked down the hall to my room. I had forgotten how much of a mess my room was. Leftovers were scattered throughout my room, and clothes lay on my bed. In the middle of my bed was my homework that was due earlier that day.
About an hour later, I dragged myself out of bed, and into the kitchen. I began composing one of Amara’s favorite meals, pizza, topped with an abnormal amount of vegetables. Amara suddenly appeared behind me, therefore causing boiling water I had just heated up, to spill onto her leg. She hadn't noticed, due to the accident. “Amara, your leg,” sounding unbelievably calm compared to other people.
“I didn’t notice,” she began pulling up her leggings, revealing the prosthetic from her knee down. The result of the car crash a few years ago, that ended up killing one of our closest friends and leaving Amara without a leg and brain damage. It pained me every time I saw her leg, consequently reminding me of everything that had happened during that time.
I went to my room earlier that day, the thoughts of the crash kept coming back, and I couldn’t bear to do anything else. The music playing on my computer was quiet, I wasn’t in the mood to listen to the loud, upbeat songs from the latest artists. The music lulled me to sleep, as I drifted into the darkness.
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I woke up the next morning, the usual traffic was quiet, but the noise from my alarm clock pierced the eerie silence. My room was a mess, clothing thrown throughout my room, and empty soda cans were lying around my desk. I opened the curtains, only to be blinded by the light. I turned to get changed, noticing that the streets were relatively empty. I didn't think anything of it, it was rare for it to be quiet, but it wasn't impossible.
I got ready for the day, still silent outside. Amara stayed in her room, she was known to sleep in, but I had to wake her up so we would be on time. I went into Amara's room, Amara was sprawled across her bed, silent. I panicked, everything else was piling up in my mind, I thought of the worse. I shook her, hard, still nothing, “AMARA,” I screamed at the top of lungs, hoping she would wake up.
“What do you want??” Amara sat up, glaring at me.

I was instantly was filled with relief, “Did some die??”
“No, you just weren’t moving, and I got panicked,” A smile was plastered across my face, “Something is off this morning, and I guess I was too, I just thought the worst.
“Okay, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
It took us a while to get out the door, and by the time we did it was already nine. We raced out of the house, trying not to miss the bus. Amara and I hardly noticed the deserted streets. Hoping that we didn’t miss it, we ran towards the train. We didn’t miss the train, although the train was empty when we got on. We glanced at each other, wondering why the train, that was always tumultuous, was now silent.
“The streets were deserted earlier. I didn't think anything of it.” My voice was quiet, but audible in the silence, and my hands were shaking.
I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and began looking for anything on the news. I pulled up a video, the anchorman's voice was quiet, “...stay inside, be quiet, and try to hide from them. They are fast and can kill in an instant. They have invaded the city, so please spread the information.”
Amara and I were silent, standing on the train, shocked at what had

conspired.