To me it was the beginning of my workday, for most people it was usually the end of the day. But since I work the night shift at Nate's supercenter it was the start of mine.

Nate's was a retail store that was kinda like wal-mart just not as popular as wal-mart.

I pulled up into the parking lot and found my usual empty spot on the side of the building that I was park at. My Piece of shit car rattle and squealed when I hit the brakes.

I sighed as I put it in park. It started to make that weird noise it would always make.

"You shitty ass piece of junk" I said and hit the steering wheel at the same time.

I don't have the kinda money to buy another car. I mean for the love of god I work at a supercenter stocking shit on the shelves.

Just like the other stockers and most of the other employees at wal-mart, i'm a highschool drop out. I quit school back when I was 16. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer so I left and got job to help pay the bills.

My dad skipped out on us a year after I was born, my mom said he used that famous old line "I'm going out for a pack of smokes"...Bastard never came back.

Probably better off, he was a shit head then and i'm sure he still is one now. After I left school I started working here at Nate's stocking inventory.

The cancer got worse for my mom and after awhile it got the upperhand and won the battle against my mom.

She passed away when I was 18. While all my friends went off to college I stuck around and stayed in our small town of Salem Lakes.

So here I am getting close to turning 24, driving a beat up Chevy Cavalier and still working at the same job at the same position.

But I didn't care, it pays my bills. Grant it I do live in a small apartment above a diner. Which only consists of a bed, mini fridge and a small TV that sits on the floor. i made it work and it was just fine for me.

I got out of my Chevy and as I opened up the door you gonna hear it creak. It was so loud the people that work in the garden department on the other side of the building probably could hear it.

I looked at my shitty prepaid flip phone and it read 9:57. I got 3 minutes to hurry up and clock in before i'm branded late.

I felt the chilly October air hit me as I got out of the car and walked towards the front door. It was still busy around this time but since i'm here until 7am, things die down around 3ish. it'll just be me and some of the other stockers and a few cashiers.

Nate's never had more than 3 cashiers opened during the day, so at night they usually had 1 register open and some other one watching the self check out.

"Evening Andy"

I looked over and saw the bushy bearded greeter that was handing out carts to customers. That was Joe and he was a veteran, He was in his 70's for sure. I never really talked to him much, only when I come in.

He's gone by the time I get off.

"Hey there Joe" I said waving back.

I took off the hood on my head from my hoodie sweatshirt. My ears were nice warm still. My almost to shoulder length wavy brown hair usually kept them warm for me.

I walked towards the back of the building as quick as possible but since it's the Halloween season there was a mass horde over by the costume aisle. I had to plow my way through.

I eventually got to the back of the building where only the employees are allowed and clocked in.

10:01...I looked at my card and thats what it read.

I put it back into the slip and went to my locker. I put my car keys and my sweatshirt inside there. I looked around the room and hadn't seen anyone else.

I walked over to the warehouse where everyone must be, I walked in and saw the rest of the stockers. They were scanning the pallets.

"Hey-yo Andy-O" I looked and saw my best buddy from school Tommy.

Tommy is just like me. He left school a little after I left. Said that once I was gone, school got even more boring so he decided to get out as well.

We both started working here the same time. I've known him since elementary school. His whole body is covered in tattoo's. His arm is a complete sleeve. His neck is slightly covered as well as his legs and chest.

He's a skinny lanky dude. but he's fun as hell. Down at the end of the hall is Gus another drop out. He started working here a few months ago.

He's an alright dude. Works hard that's for sure.

"Sup Gus!" I yelled down at him as he was scanning the pallet in front of him.

"These the only pallets?" I asked Tommy a little confused.

"Yeah, Damn Chris is running late again" He said talking about Chris the man who brings all the stuff in from his truck.

"Let me guess...broke down again" I asked.

"I don't know I haven't talked to him" Tommy said back.

I grabbed my cell out from my pocket. I became good friends with Chris. He's been delivering to this location for years.

His cell rang and rang and rang until he finally picked up.

"I'm coming, i'm coming" He said.

"Your truck break again?" I asked.

"Nah man they got these roadblocks going on for these riots...slowing me the fuck down man" He cursed.

They been talking about these riots on the news for the past day maybe even 2.

"I'll be there sometime soon" He said as he hung up the phone.

"Said he'll be here soon. said they got roadblocks" I said putting my shit phone back in my pocket.

"Roadblocks?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah for those riots"

"Riots?" He asked again.

"You're shitting me right.."

"Shitting you?" He said again.

"The riots?...thats all they been talking about on the news" I explained to him.

"Bitch you know I don't watch no news" He said laughing.

"Oh yeah that's right.. you sit there stoned while watching spongebob" I said laughing back.

Tommy was a stoner. It was something he did every night. Hell I won't lie I enjoy the occasional toke but I ain't got the money to pay for it everyday like he does.

Our night went on putting away what we had but since Chris still never showed up we were left just sitting there.

It was now 4am and there wasn't shit to do. So we do what we always do when we got down time...play video games that's on the demo case.

There was a few customers lingering around. At this time there is never a lot. Jose our cleaning guy was going up and down the aisles with the buffer. Nobody ever really tried talking to him much. He doesn't speak a lick of English

"Hey fellas" Tommy and I stopped to look over and see Rachel comes walking up to us.

Rachel was a cashier here and like us was another drop out. She's a little bit younger than us but started working around the same time we did.

"Hey Rachel" We both said in unision.

"On your break?" I asked.

"Yeah, figured you guys would be over here. Thought i'd come hang out with you" She said coming up to Tommy and rubbing his arm as we went back to play our game.

Tommy and Rachel had a thing in the past. And from what Tommy says every so often they hook up.

"Katie upfront?" I asked.

Katie was another cashier. She was Rachel's age and started working few months ago. She was a bit of a loony. Everybody kept their distances away from her.

"Yeah bugeye Katie is holding down the front" Rachel said with a laugh like we all did.

Katie had these creepy bug eyes. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket, I pulled it out and saw that it was Chris.

I flipped it opened and answered.

"Hello"

"Yo i'm pulling in now"

"Meet you out back" I said as I flipped it closed. "Chris is here. Go get Gus and meet me at the dock"

"Rach see you soon" Tommy said to her.

"Bye guys" She waved us off.

Tommy walked off towards the dairy aisle to find Gus who was stocking up some things while I go meet up with Chris at the dock...

A/N Hey guys this is my first chappy to my story, i hope you enjoy. Me and Tommy actually work the night shift at wal-mart and we always think about the what-ifs of a zombie apocalypse when we're at work so we decided to make a story out of it...anyways i hope you guys enjoy our story and i'll be happy to post more chapters...please let us know what you guys think!