Chapter 1

Where were you when you realized this world had changed?, Where were you when the dead started to rise on up?, What were you doing the first time the reborn tried to gnaw your face off?, People forget but not me. I had someone to share the rest of my life with little did I know when I had finally made that someone mine,that 2 days later he would be bitten by a maniac in the airport waiting for our flight to go on our honeymoon. Then 2 days after that he would be dead, 4 hours later as I lay sobbing by his cold lifeless body he was reborn. For those few split seconds I thought there had been some sort of miracle until I saw his eyes, they weren't my Bert's eyes it was like looking at a man I'd never seen before. A few seconds later he was trying to bite me, I backed away from him into the corner and shouted something I don't really remember but as Bert got nearer the door burst, a soldier in full gear came in and shot Bert right in between the eyes. The next few minutes, well in fact weeks and months were a blur to me. I was taken out the room by the soldier and checked all over by a doctor for bites and scratches, they kept saying it over and over again but I wasn't really listening. I was put in a room by the soldiers and people kept coming in and out. Like I said I wasn't really paying attention as I was going over and over what had just happened. I did pay attention when I heard them lock the door behind them the last time though.

I stood up and walked to the door to try it, even though I knew it was locked. It makes me laugh when I think about this now, trying a door that I literally just heard them lock. I pulled at it kicked it started to scream and shout. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I was like a woman possessed, blood all splattered up my face hair was wild, I had big bags under my eyes from the last 2 days of crying and lack of sleep. I ran to the sink and washed my face until all the blood was off and proceeded to stare at myself in the mirror just looking at the state I was in. It was all I cared about,not that my husband had just died, come back to life, tried to eat me and then died again, nor the fact I was locked in a hospital room against my own free will with not a clue what had just happened.

I didn't know how long it was before I heard the door unlock but I swung my head round to see the doctor that had been with me when Bert had passed.

"you need to go, go now!" she said. I just stood there glaring at her.

"Kerry you need to get out of here, they will be back any minute, go home grab your things pack the car and go, don't stay at home any longer than half an hour they will find you and take you to the base and believe me you don't want that don't stop to talk to anyone just drive out of town somewhere, somewhere there's no people because what happened to Robert will happen to you. It's going to happen to everyone believe me. Just remember if one of those things tries to bite you, you need to damage the brain it's the only way. Shoot it anything, hell bust it's head open with a rock JUST DO NOT LET THEM BITE OR SCRATCH YOU!" she said.

"what do I do?" I muttered.

"here take my car its on level 3 parking spot 465 it's a black ford super duty drive home pack clothes as many drinks you can, food, weapons, guns hammers, big ass knives anything you can to fuck up their brains. Fill up the tank get extra gas if you can get as far away from civilisation as you can" she said.

"why are you doing this for me?"I asked.

"don't ask questions just do it and do it quick" she said. She handed me a doctors jacket and told me to take the stairs not the lift and not draw attention to myself. As I took the keys from her I hugged her tight.

"I don't know what the hell is happening but for some reason I believe you and I have the feeling one day I'm going to count my lucky stars you helped me" I said.

"good luck" she said and with that she ushered me out of the door. I kept my head down and walked towards the stairs. There were men in boiler suits and masks everywhere, police and soldiers. A young nurse came up to me and said they needed a doctor in cubicle 3 asap. I ignored her and carried on walking. I finally got onto the car park and headed to the space, I hit the button and the car beeped. I jumped into the car and drove off. The streets were manic with the armed forces on every corner large groups were forming everywhere and some roads were cordoned off. I got home and went into full panic mode.

I grabbed everything I could clothes, food, water literally everything I could. Bert had 5 guns including a shot gun I packed them all in his gun bag that he took to the gun range and all the ammo I could find. I took all my expensive kitchen knives, and then hit the garage. I found big knives that Bert had used for fishing a baseball bat a hammer and an axe. I packed the car and changed into jeans boots a vest and a jacket. I grabbed the bag with my money and cards in I had quickly grabbed from the hospital and put in the picture of Bert and I on our last trip. I had his wedding ring and watch also that I had taken when he passed the first time.

Bert and I had no family, I had one brother that lived in Atlanta on a big farm, but we didn't speak he hadn't come to my wedding but that's where I had to go in my heart I had to go.

I didn't have his number but I knew how to get there. I tried calling my friends but there wasn't any cellphone signal to get through to anyone.

I began my journey to my brothers farm it was a long drive. I didn't know when I would be able to get gas so I used the big tubs in the back of the pick up and headed to the gas station. I filled the pick up tank up and started to fill the tubs up. As I walked to pay I saw a commotion at the far end of the forecourt. I paid and as I came out I heard gun shots and people scatter. I ran back to the car as quick as I had ever ran before and jumped in the car locking the doors. It took me a few minutes to get the key into the ignition as I was shaking so badly, but eventually I did and the car jumped into life, I sped off and looked in the rear view mirror at someone shooting another and the person being shot over and over just kept walking towards the person with the gun. I thought to myself always shoot them in the head. I began to laugh to myself as I drove along, when I say laugh I mean really belly laughing. Bert had dragged me to the gun range once a month in case I ever needed to protect myself and I hated going but now all them arguments were laughable because he's had the last laugh because I really did need to go. Bert would be where ever he was right now saying I told you so, you silly cow.