Here's another apocalypse story (sorry, Meredith!), one I finished a while ago. It's only 2947 words long, and I need some readers. I'd be happy to reciprocate!
I signed up for the class because my girlfriend thought it would be fun. Guns, roughing it, killing squirrels for dinner - Kayla loved that crap, in theory at least. Survival courses had become a favorite diversion for dilettantes like her and conspiracy theorists like me. I doubt that many students really believed doom was power walking towards us with hand-weights of destruction. After all, deterioration had been the natural state of things for a long time. Famine, plague, floods, earthquakes? Been going on for years. War and rumors of war? Check. World economy in the toilet? Old news.
By the time I got to class that first night, the room was filled with neophytes ready to learn the intricacies of digging latrines and twisting the heads off chickens. A middle-aged