Prologue:
Hello, my name is David Enriquez and if you find this, I am DEAD.
Age Before Death: 14
Hello, my life wasn't so good. This is the story of my life.
When I was born, there was a start of a deadly virus that could infect people to make them, somewhat zombified. When i was 3, my Mother died. my father told me that she died because it was her time to go. Pure bullshit. My father lied to me to keep my childhood a good one, and i hated him for that. Every time that there were infected people around, he'd close my eyes and covered my ears, he could've just let we watch and hear. When I was 7, my father died in front of me. It was one of those days when you felt sick down your stomach. Me and my father were surrounded by those nasty ass motherfuckers.
When we were going back to the camp, we were stopped by those nasty freaks. My father kept fighting back to protect me, but it wasn't any good. "SON! HELP!" He yelled, trying to prevent one from biting him. I was just stunned, seeing this happening to my dad. "DAVID! USE THE PISTOL! THE GUN!" he shouted. When I aimed the revolver at it, I was too shocked to move, but it was too late. That asshole bit him right in the neck, blood spilling from its mouth. While hearing my dad shout in pain, 3 others went up to him and grabbed his limbs and chest, tearing and biting him up. As I was crying, I suddenly notice that they were getting near me. I ran off trying to get as far as I could, but the more I went, the more I attracted. 'Dad, why did you die!' my thoughts were saying, while running. Suddenly, there was a group of people who were well armed, shooting at what was behind me.
When I approached then they started asking where my parents were."My daddy died! my daddy died in front of me!" I sobbed out. They decided to take care of me and we moved to a city, where there were no infected, but safely secured by officers around the area... what a big fuckin' mistake
*7 Years Later*
"What?" I questioned softly, looking though my drawer for any of my food ration tickets. I only found three...FUCK! I quickly searched in all of my pants and only found one. "Well, this'll do", I said while putting the tickets in my pocket. I packed my backpack with a metal baseball bat, my dad's revolver(which only had three bullets left), and a butcher knife. As I was taking a metal pipe off the wall, my stepmother caught me."What are you doing young mister?" she shouted, trying to get the pipe out of my hands. "I'm sick of your shit Sarah! You've treated me like if I was nothing to you! now today's payback!" I screamed, yanking the pole away from her and whacked the shit out of her, leaving a trickle of blood coming from her forehead. Living seven years with her was hell. When I did something wrong she abused me. One time, I found an old playboy book from my stepfather's drawer and when she saw me with it, she scarred my face with a FUCKING POCKET KNIFE! She held a grudge against me since I moved in with them, what did I do to deserve such hate from a person? Well, now that's over. I ran for it and headed out the door. This plan wasn't over yet...