Corona Diary: Day 55-57
The diary of a student who is no longer in school, following what this new virus means for us.
I used to do a lot of imagining what an apocalypse would be like (as you do), and it’s fun to compare the stories I imagined with the actual reality of what’s happening. This isn’t really an apocalypse as such, but it had the potential to be, which is where my over-the-top imagination comes in with detailed knowledge from a combination of dystopian books and movies to picture what could’ve been.
My first thought when I imagine an apocalypse was always climate change or a nuclear war, but a virus did cross my mind too. The first thing that always seemed to happen in movies was people raiding the shops, and at points we did honestly seem close to that. Luckily people stuck with just buying far too much toilet paper instead of all out looting.
The main part of my apocalypse plan was always to run to the forest or the Cheviot Hills to stay away from most of the population, because in most dystopian situations people are not going to be your friends. However, due to the fact that step 1 of looting didn’t go ahead and our house has central heating, we decided to stay at home. People haven’t tried to kill us for food supplies yet, so it seems like a pretty good decision.
I was also fairly sure, as soon as the virus started to be reported more closely, that there were going to be some sort of zombies involved. That seemed like something that just sort of came with the package deal of pandemics. This one doesn’t seem to have happened yet, but I guess there’s still time. I’ve been preparing by watching zombie movies. Just in case.
Overall, though, everyone seems to have coped a lot better with this whole situation than they do in movies. Instead of stocking up on weapons and joining gangs that have the most food, we’ve been putting up rainbows in our windows and clapping every Thursday evening. This is much better than the usual pandemic-style movies: communities coming together and following rules, with no zombies. Yet.
by Lily Tibbitts