Authors note: I started this story about a year ago. It was not well written and I stopped when school started. But I've decided to rewrite it and to make it better. Tell me what you think.
Twenty years. Man has it been that long. My wife told me to write this. Its not a nice story to tell, but it works. Hey the world seems fine now but man twenty years. That's how long it took us to reclaim this world. Twenty years. We fought with everything we had and still, the world is full of them, in the oceans and in the red zones. We spend months clearing them out, but they are still there. But I'm getting carried away. My name is Dan. No nothing fancy nothing cool. Just Dan. No I didn't save hundreds of people and no I'm not some sort of big hero. If I was, you'd have heard of me. Some of you might know my nickname the shadow. It wasn't my idea. Still don't know where that came from. I live in northern Canada now near the Arctic Circle. Ironic since I grew up in California. I bounced around the US so much in my youth. Still I can remember it.
I was in college, 19 and enjoying my life. I had a job and friends and I was getting an education. It was a Thursday. It was quiet that morning. I woke up early to get my stuff ready for my 7:30 class. My roommate was asleep. Didn't really look over since I knew someone else was there as well. Yea he was the party freak. I was the semi-reclusive nerd. I can't remember how it started but I do remember riding my bike and hearing a scream and seeing the fires in the distance. Cars were zigzagging around and people were running franticly. Then there was the roar and a man lunged at me and tried to bite me. I did know some martial arts. Just what I had picked up from self-defense courses in high school. Anyways I threw him off and into the path of a passing car. It hit him and his head exploded when the tire ran over him. The driver didn't even stop to look. He just kept going. I got back on my bike and rode back to the dorms. It was a mess. It took me less than ten minutes to ride back to the dorms, but the zombies were already there. I rode a bike because I wanted to save on gas, and I like the exercise. Anyways, I ran to my van and threw my bike in the back. I drove off avoiding the zombies as best I could. I remember going onto the street and seeing the chaos. Cars driving wildly while zombies fed on the victims of the ones who crashed. Still other pounced on my car and I floored it in a effort to get away. I hit the highway and saw the chaos there, Accidents had clogged the roads and the zombies were closing in.