I began to make plans. There was a convenience store a few blocks away that would be a good first stop. Beyond that there was a superstore that had to be overflowing with supplies. But first I had to deal with a problem closer to home.
It had been more than a week, almost two weeks, I had lost track of the days, since my roommate had left to find her father. When I moved into the apartment, my roommate and I had split the cabinet and refrigerator space. Since the power went out, I had eaten all of my perishable food but hadn’t touched hers. Out of obligation to the roommate code I had respected her food rights, even as I piled her mattress against a window. I had believed she would be coming back after finding her father but now I doubted that I would ever hear from her again. I wished I had eaten her food. It was starting to smell.
Lisa’s Story is a story posted weekly about a trans woman trying to survive in a zombie apocalypse. Look for new chapters every Monday.
