Louis sat down at his desk inside of his cubicle, He heard the coughs of almost all of his coworkers and he didn't care, it seemed that he grew an immunity to what everybody was catching, even the boss was sick but that didn't stop anyone from coming in to work. The company was going downhill and they need every that can walk to clock in.

"Hey Louis , -Ahem- excuse me, Louis, did ya get todays newspaper?"

"No J I didn't have a chance to"

"well you should go look at it, the curfew keeps getting earlier and earlier, now its back up to 6!"

Louis glanced up at his friend Jerry. Jerry was Louis's good friend, they did everything together, no matter what the risk is these two guys are unstoppable, or so they thought.

"Seriously? Well looks like I'll be leaving early" Louis looked at his watch, stood up and grabbed his laptop, rubbing his bald head and fixing his tie.

"alright then dude Ill see ya tomorrow" Jerry waved and walked back over to his desk.

Louis stood on the sidewalk and looked around, it was eerily silent. The only noise was the sound of a nearby flame, probably produced from a barrel of trash that a hobo is using Louis figured. He started towards his car, parked down the street infront of a gas station. "dam, next time I should park closer-" Louis was cut off by the sound of a loud hiss followed by something that sounded like metal falling to the floor, a loud scream, then an explosion.

Louis backed into an alley way and stuck his head out as the explosion seemed like a trigger for chaos, cars speeding down the street, people running down the street some getting hit by the crazy cars. Louis looked up as he heard a crash and saw what looked like Jerry flying out of the office window with someone on top of him, Louis's mouth was wide open when He realized that whatever that was on top of jerry not only flung him out of the window it jumped onto the wounded man and started ripping him to shreds.

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Zoey sighed as she heard the call of her friends in front of her. Naturally, she looked up and smiled, and walked towards them. She looked deep in thought, and out of body. Her stare was distant and blank. Her friends followed her eyesight, which lead to a random clothes store.

"Zoey, if you want to look in that shop, then let's go, I mean, it is a mall, right?"

Her friend Stephanie said as Zoey quickly snapped back into reality.

"What? No, I'm just thinking about things…"

Zoey said as her friends and her walked through the mall, looking at the windows, seeing what each shop has. She felt a little light headed, as she asked if she could sit down on the bench for a minute. Her friends complied, and gave a nod. They sat down on the bench, and Zoey closed her eyes, trying to rest herself for a few seconds.

"Zoey, what's wrong? You feeling okay?"

Zoey looked up at her friend and gave a slight smile.

"Yeah… Just didn't get enough sleep last night… Had a long day of work yesterday.. Alright, Let's go, I'm alright now.

Zoey and her friends got up, and continued to walk around the mall.

"Hey, did you hear about the new curfew?"

Her friends said as she pulled out her iPhone, opening the New York Times application.

"You're right.. This is not good.. Well, I better get home, I need to get some rest.. Really tired guys, Sorry."

Zoey calmly sighed, and smiled at her friends.

"Thanks for hanging out with me today, love you guys."

Zoey continued to walk forward, as the exit was just adjacent from them. She opened the door, and started to walk across the street. She took a left, and started to think to herself.

Why does today seem so quiet.. Light headed.. .Tired.. Today is to-

Zoey's thoughts were cut short as she heard a car screech on the street and crash into the mall next to her. She started to hear screaming and saw crowds upon crowds of people running. She looked up, and saw people falling off the roof of the mall. She saw her friend, falling off, but something on her, following her with the fall. She saw her friend fall onto the ground, blood spraying out of her sides. She was screaming, and her eyes slowly rolled up to the back of her head, and her body went limp; Soaked in blood

Zoey screamed at the sight of her friends death, and started to cry. She could not see the thing that took her friends life, as it's face and body was concealed in a hoodie.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING!? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?"

Zoey screamed as she looked around. She heard a scream, and looked back to the thing that took her friends life. It lunged at her, but missed. Zoey quickly juked around it and ran towards a fire escape leading to the top of the mall. She continued to climb it, and ran to the emergency exit . She heard a bunch of screams as she continued to run up the stairs. She quickly glanced at her watch. 5:42. It almost hit curfew. She started to cry again as she continued to run. She reached an alley way, which was dark and dank. It was humid, and had the smell of garbage. She sat down on the fire escape, and started to breathe slowly, trying to catch her breath. Not long after, she began to cry. The sight of her friends life being taken away was very hard for her to comprehend.

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Bill looked at his many photo's on the top of his wardrobe. He sighed as he saw many of his comrades in a picture he was eyeing, as many of his friends died in war. He continued to walk around his home, where many pictures and art hung around the walls and on tables. He saw his friends M4A1 assault rifle that was encased in a golden frame. This gun was special to him, as it was his close comrade's weapon.

"A lot of lives were taken.. And damn it sucks to know I took some of 'em. But hell, that's life, isn't it John?"

Bill stared at a picture with him and his friend John, His comrade that fought the war with him. Wherever he went, John backed him up. They were like two peas in a pie. Bill decided to rest himself on the couch. He looked up at the wall adjacent from him, and saw many trophies he received. He saw the Purple Heart that he received. It reminded him of the pain he held with him when he received that fatal injury. He felt the pain like it was just yesterday. He felt his spine fire up. He decided to drown his pain out with T.V. He turned his TV on and laid back, hoping to receive a good bit of entertainment.

"This just in, there's monsters rampaging the city, no one knows where they came from, but they're destroying the city! An evacuation is occurring, and we shall update you with the status as soon as possible! Thi-"

The newscast was cut short, with the anchor being dragged away by a tongue like substance. The image cut off, as the Emergency Alert Message came up. Bill looked outside, only to see silence, and hear distant screams.

"Looks like it's time to break out the old guns, Eh John?"

Bill followed those words with him pulling down his golden cased M4A1. He took a hammer and broke open the glass, grabbing the M4A1. He walked to his room, and pulled out a handgun and some extra ammo clips just incase. He looked back at his pictures, and saluted them all. He then walked to his wardrobe, put on his jacket he wore to his award ceremony, where he received his Purple Heart medal. He pulled out his Beret, which held a medal for outstanding bravery in the field of combat.

"Let's kill these bastards from hell."

Bill opened the front door of his home, as he took a picture of His friend John and him. He folded it and stuffed it into his shirt pocket, hoping for John to guide him to help and survival. He stepped outside his house, seeing a few people turning around. Their skin was white, and their face was covered in blood. He stared at them, as he waited to see what they would do. He took his gun off safety, and got ready for fire. The three people started running at him, screaming in a distinctive scream. Bill quickly raised his gun and fired at each of them.

"Looks like I still got it.. Heheheh…"

Bill walked straight, as he continued to keep alert for any zombies that may come at him. He heard a type of humming voice. It changed from a singing voice to a crying sound. Bill quickly looked around, as he thought that there may be another survivor. He saw a door, and put his ear to it. He heard the crying coming from inside that door. He opened it slowly, and turned his flashlight on.

"Hello? Is anyone in here?"

Bill continued to scout around, trying to find the source of the noise. He started to get closer to the noise. The crying stopped, and it turned into a singing cry. He turned a corner, and saw an odd looking woman sitting on the floor. He shined the light to her.

"Hey, stop your crying, I'm here to help you."

The odd woman turned and saw the light and Bill. She rose up, and began to scream and reveal her bloody claws.

"JEEZ-US CHRIST!"

She ran toward Bill, as Bill took the retaliation of running away. She swiped her claws at him. Bill quickly rolled away, but still felt the impact. He turned around and began to shoot her in the head. He saw her trying to continue, but she slowly fell to the floor, along with a cry.

"Holy fucking shit… She's just like a Witch.. Evil bitch that tricks you with just sights and sounds.."

Bill got up and dusted himself off. The scratch on the back of his uniform was a reminder of never to shine his light, or go near one of those things.