Prolgue:
Day 1 April 1st, 2004
Why? I just don't understand why this stuff always happens to me. I emptied the six chamber pistol into the nearest living corpse. It stumbled slowly but still kept moving forward me with it's arms outstretched and making a horrendous gurggling noise. I backed up and loaded the gun again. I jumped up onto a large dresser. I studied the corpse for one brief moment. It must've been a woman at one time. The shredded jeans and dirty pink shirt suggested that. So did the messy matted long blond hair. But her eyes were what gave her a souless look. Instead of thoughts and fears all that showed were thoughts of neverending hunger. I shot it in the head and blew out a chunk of brain matter. It slumped to the ground. I jumped down and gathered some of the stray bullets I had dropped.
"Of all the things to do today killing my mother wasn't on the top of my list." I utrered and bent down to make sure she was dead. I noticed something in her right hand and pried it open. It was the locket I had given her for her 40th birthday. Tears rolled my face, I wiped them away quickly. Now was not the time to mourn. I shoved the pendant in my pocket,reloaded my pistol, grabbed a kitchen knife, and headed out the door. I paused and said good-bye the best way I knew how.
"Rest in peace, mom." I said and closed the door behind me.