It's only been 3 months since the outbreak and there I was. Lying on top of a semi truck nearly dead with a broken leg, a scraped arm, and a Beretta with a half a magazine. Was this it? Is this all that was left for me? I can hear them getting closer but I also hear birds chirping. Maybe that was a sign, but who the hell am I kidding? Everything was gone, well everything I have ever cared about was. There was only surviving the day without letting one of those things get me. But then I hear it, I hear a car coming my way. Thank god. I force myself up, getting its attention by waving it down. It starts to slow down so I had my gun right by my side. Well I'll be damned, the first thought I had before I felt everything go black...

One week before the outbreak

It was a normal day for fall, light breezes but it still has that Arizona heat. I was already late for school and everything felt to be heading to a bad start. As soon as I got to school things felt the slightest bit of normal. However, as soon as I walked into my class everyone took the time out of their lives to look back at me. Why can't anyone just keep looking forwards. As I took my seat I immediately put my earphones in, blocking everyone's chatter. As the day went on the same topic kept circling around everyone's conversations. A virus that has been found in most of the biggest countries and people trying to contain it. But hasn't that already been already a thing, nothing new to me.

The day was over, time to go home and scroll senselessly on Facebook. Time to wallow in your shell of memes and food. As the only way I can think of it. Being the youngest in my family has a toll me; shit, for anyone that's the youngest. I have barely turned 17 and I'm still considered the baby of the family. My brother, who was only a year and a half older than me, likes to be dick for no reason or at least cannot go a day without being an ass. I have an older sister but she's already moved out and started a family of her own. My brother and I took care of ourselves, basically, but still under the care of our grandpa. He was a kind enough man with money problems. He likes to spend it more than to save it, which is a pain in all our asses. That's it, That's how the life of my past went before the world went to complete shit.

It was the getting close to the end of the week as the talk about the virus grew more aggressive. Teachers were to give out papers of keeping yourself healthy by "washing your hands" and what not. All over the News were reports of people coming back from the dead, just like the Zika Virus. But I still paid no attention to it because that was a whole world away from the shit-town I call home. Today was different though, considering it was an Early Release, I took notice of this guy as he walked out of his class. I'm pretty sure he noticed me too but I didn't say anything to him. I was sure to see him the next day and get a good chance to know him.

When I woke up the next morning, I've felt like things were going to go smoothly. Boy was I wrong. When my brother and I got to school we discussed about meeting in the library after school. When I walked in my classroom something told me to just take everything in. I didn't know it would be the last time I would see these people's faces or yet hearing their voices. In between classes, I continued to walk through the halls then I saw him. I didn't know his name or what his voice sounded like to say the least. He was walking through the crowded halls and I was trying my best to keep an eye on him so I could at least say Hi to him. But just like that. He was gone, disappearing into the crowd and into a classroom so I just walked to my class. I'd figured I would see him around surely enough but then the intercom blared through the halls.

The entire school was to be evacuated but I still had to find my brother in the middle of this mess. I messaged him so many times already, he started to piss me off. Soon enough I've spotted him amongst the crowd so I ran to him telling him where our bus was. The bus was nearly full when we got on and people, like always, starred. When we finally left, the city look like it was in a complete rush.

"I think I just seen someone ran a red light" that was the last thing i head before I felt something crash into the side of the bus causing it to be rolled over on it's side. When I came to there was bodies everywhere, people groaning in pain, others picking themselves up. A slight bit of panic ran through me when I seen my brother currled up on the window. I didn't know what to do except slap him to check if he was still alive. He jolted up then hit me back. Yup, this asshole was still kicking. He had a slight concussion from the crash, asking what had happened.

When we got out of the bus we notice that chaos was slowly unraveling through the streets. People came to our aid and for the kids that stayed by the bus. Other people running away but not knowing from what. We were only a couple blocks away from our house, which wasn't so bad. I was slowly in shock but my brother still took it pretty bad. He called my grandpa explaining the situation telling him what had happened. We made it home as fast as we could for a walking pace. Still trying to center myself from the coming close to death situation. When we got to our door step everything rushed to my head causing my to vomit off to side. Our grandpa took us in; helping my brother with the scratches on his head. I was lucky enough just to have a bruised shoulder.

It finally got closer to night fall and everyone turned the local news for help. The word Zombie and Undead were being tossed around and all I could think about was my sister. She lived in the bigger cities of Arizona, Mesa to be exact, which meant bigger hazards. I told her what had happened that day and what the news said. She told me she heard the same things and kept asking about my brother and I. At the end of our call I told her to keep safe and then told her husband to keep her and their daughter safe. As someone whose hobbies were playing video games and being on the internet, I've always read about these situations. The only difference was it was happening to me, believe it or not. So that night when I finally went to bed I felt that some things were bound to change.

The first day of the outbreak wasn't as bad like the movies made it seemed. It was the day after, where enough people have finally turned so they could multiply by the hour. It was about late morning when I woke up to the sound of a crashing car in front of my house, causing me to jerk up. I ran outside, not knowing what it was like, to help them. It was a man, his wife; I presumed, and two kids most of them being hurt in the crash. I helped them out of the car; helping the man carry his kid on our shoulders. We made it in our house as my grandpa and brother walked in the kitchen.

"My name is Charles", he panted. " And this is my wife, Emily. And our two kids, Jonathan & Nate." They sat at our dinner table, shaken about what just happened.

"What happened to you guys?", my grandpa questioned.

"We got in an accident right outside. We were heading out of town but we hit one of those things and we ran into a lamppost." he was still in shock, I could tell but what did he mean by thing. "Do you have anything to help my son?" it was his older son that was hurt. His sons looked younger than me and my brother, Probably about 11 & 13. I got a bag of frozen peas, the only thing we had for right now. Thankfully his leg was only bruised and a bit spranged. However, Charles and his wife had cuts on their faces and were more hurt than Jonathan. Charles had a dislocated shoulder, which he soon popped backed into place.

"Well my name is Victor and these are my grandsons.. Alex" he pointed to my brother. "And Jacob" he pointed to me. We were all kind of suspicious of each other, considering this is our first time meeting under these circumstances.

"Thank you for taking us in, its gotten to be really crazy out there.", Charles then took a deep breath. "Do you know what's going on?" he turned to my brother and than towards my grandpa. We shook our heads, then looked at each other, then back at Charles. "We i'm not sure what to call them-"

Zombies, I thought.

"but all over town people were eating other people." My body grew cold. "I've seen it." Jonathan groaned. "I think it's like this everywhere. Im not sure where to go but I'm sure as hell not staying in the town", Charles added.

Thoughts ran through my mind like a raceway. What about my sister, my school, and other things that meant something to me. I reached in my pocket to grab my phone but then I was cut of by Charles. "You're not gonna get a signal. I'm not sure why but all our phones have no service" he explained. Than that was it. Panic struck, the realization of the end of the world hit. Was this how my life would be like. Is this really happening to me right now. It was my brother that pulled me out of my thoughts by calling my name. We were all in the living room, focusing on the t.v."Stay indoors" they kept saying. Images of people attacking other people, shooting those zombies. We all got caught off guard when Nate screamed. Little did we know it, one of them was right outside my door.

To be continued?...