[ WP ] You and two friends can now use telekinesis , fly and are indestructible . What happened the first hour , the first week and the first year ?

I have a terribad story for this prompt. I apologize, its my first writing prompt. 
 
 
 1st Hour: 
 
 `` I... I'm frickin' flying,'' she breathed, floating two feet in the air. 
 `` Hey Alli, look at this!'' Bean reached out a hand. The black box Charlie was holding lifted into the air, drawing steadily across the room back to Bean. Around Bean, other assorted items swam in the air current around him. A pipe, some broken plastic, things you'd expect to find in an abandoned warehouse. Charlie snatched the black box out of the air. 
 `` Dammit Bean, put those things down. Alli, get down. And for the love of God, sut up! The box is saying something.'' 
 They stilled, listening. 
 `` Despair,'' the box whispered, `` Despair.'' 
 
 1 Week Later: 
 
 `` A mysterious outbreak is affecting all of the Midwest, inclusing parts of West Virginia. Experts worry that the contagion will spread by air, riding wave currents --'' 
 Bean grabbed the remote and shut off the TV, hovering in the air in front of Charlie. `` Come on, dude. Stop watching the news and come outside.'' 
 Charlie frowned. `` That outbreak is getting worse. No one's getting better. And it all started with that --'' 
 `` So what, Charlier? We stay in and waste away?'' Bean pulled at his arm, `` And Allison's waiting on us!'' 
 `` I told you, there's nothing between me and Alli.'' 
 `` So you both say,'' Bean responded sagely, `` But mentioning her was enough to get you up.'' 
 `` Shut up, Bean.'' 
 
 
 1 Month Later: 
 
 `` So this is the end of the world as we know it.'' Bean hung in the air next to Allison, `` Frickin' zombies.'' 
 `` Not zombies,'' Charlie muttered. The mass under them, groaned, clawing at the air for their feet, legs, anything theu could reach or bite. Their soulless eyes stared up at them hungrily, like meat held just out of reach. Charlie tried not to look for faces he knew -- there would be too many. 
 `` They're zombies. All of them.'' Allison hovered just a foot away from their hands. Her mother's death hit her hard. She stared willingly into the massive void, seeking familiar faces. Welcome faces. Gone faces. 
 It scared Charlie more than anything. `` There will be a cure. I'm sure scientists are working on --'' 
 `` They're dead, Charlie. DEAD. My teachers, my classmates... Mom...'' 
 Bean reached out, brushing a hand against her shoulder. `` We're still here.'' 
 Allison laughed mirthlessly. `` Yes, we are. And for what?'' She sank a few inches, letting the zombies brush her toes with their fingertips. Caress them, even. `` We're the only ones left. The USA as we know it is gone. The president and whoever the hell else are in hiding somewhere and we're just... here.'' She stared below her, thinking. `` We should be dead. Dead and not alone anymore.'' 
 `` No nononono --'' Charlie lunged for her, but missed her by inches as she dropped herself into the mass below. It lurched, a sudden beast made of moving men and women fighting, clawing their way to a single girl in their midst. The groan of the infected turned into a roar as the first zombie bit into Allison's flesh, intensifying as red toothmarks marred her warm skin, otherwise undamaged. Try as they might, pulling and throwing and shouting her name, Bean and Charlie could find Allison under the writhing mass of former humanity. 
 
 All they heard was her screams, echoing into the night.
