Running, running, running. That's all we do anymore is run run run. I'm tired of it. Ever since the outbreak, all I have been doing is running. I don't know where my family is. I wound up with some other people and we're all looking for our families. I'll break it down for you. There's me, Cody. There's a girl named Maria, a year younger than me. Some teacher I'd never met named Mr. Glaid, and some guy from one of my classes named Jimmy.

The point being, the four of us have been together since this all started. They know I'm the writer, so they had me document it. Wonderful, eh? Ah well. I'll start from the beginning.

It was a Friday. Us kids at Caddo Magnet High were just getting out of school. There were a lot of people milling around across the street. More than usual and it was making me uneasy. As I walked towards my bus, I see an odd sight. There's a man on top of one of the girls. It looks like he's raping her or something. Everyone is merely staring in a dumstruck gaze. I run in and tackle the guy off of her and see...half of his face is missing.

He lunges at me and I dodge out of the way. Looking down at the girl, I see her neck is a mangled mess. I can't believe it, and my mind refuses to let me jump to the worst conclusion as I land a punch to the guys stomach. He merely wanders forward into my hand, seemingly unaware he's being stopped. I sweep my leg under him and he sprawls on the ground.

I'm happy to say I did the intelligent thing and bolted as I heard screams around me as people began to realize the implications of what was happening. I see a man leading some kids to his car as the crowd across the street mills towards us...and I realized why I'd been uneasy. All of them had chunks of flesh missing.

Rushing to the car as the engine revs, I open the back door and jump in. "Drive!" I shout with utter fear making my voice an octave higher. And drive the teacher does. It's amazing, but I happened to pick the one driver at the school who was crazy enough (or brave enough) to get our butts out of there safely. We plowed through the zombies, because I couldn't help myself and by this point that's what they were in my mind, skidding around and whiplashing them away as we swerve onto the road.

With that narrow escape under our belt, we plop back in our seats. The teacher drives a few blocks away to where it's relatively quiet. At the least, there are no zombies roaming this area...yet. We pull over and sit for a second, catching our breaths.

I look at my fellow survivors, a sinking feeling in my gut as I realize how I'd ran out on everyone. My head is spinning with guilt first, then fear, then nauseating loss for my friends.

Anyway, the other survivors. Sorry...I'm still reeling from that moment. The others are a girl who I recognize now as being named Maria, a guy who I thinks name is Jimmy, and the teacher who I've nevr met, who introduces himself as Mr. Glaid.

Everyone turns to me. I look back at them. "What?"

"Well..you're one of those zombie nuts...aren't you?" Jimmy asks. I glower.

"No, I am not a zombie nut. I enjoy zombie stories, yes. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"What's the first place we should go?" Maria asks in a small voice, a tear running down her face next to me in the back seat. My heart melts and I sigh. "I know of an army surplus store that not many people know about. I'll show you where it is. Hopefully it hasn't been looted yet. It's tucked near a school."

I lead them around the highway, explaining that it would be covered in cars and that we should stick to backroads if we expected to survive. Reaching up, I turn on the radio. There are numerous reports of hideouts where people should go.

"Why don't we head to one of those?" Mr. Glaid asks.

"No, if we get the pickings while the picking is good, we won't be near as starved for supplies later on. Look, in every zombie movie the first place the person does is look for a hideout. That's not what we're going to do. We're going to find weapons and fortify a vehicle. We can't use this van for long, we were lucky back there. Very lucky."

They look at me and nod solemnly. They know I know what I'm talking about...and I hope to the zombie Jesus...well, I guess that's a bit too accurate now eh? Anyway, I hope very much that I do. Because if I don't, we're all dead.