Chapter 1
I remember when it all started. The zombie apocalypse. It was about 3:00pm on April 6th, 2010, I was enjoying my daily snack of cheesy brand cheese when the news came on. "The zombie apocalypse has started! Officials say it was from an experimental drug being used on human test subjects to make the perfect human soldier! Barricade your homes, save the co-". That's when the power shut off. It would stay that way forever. Suddenly, I heard screaming coming outside my door, my best friend Phil ran inside, slamming the door and then pushing my fridge in front of the door. "What the hell are you doing, Phil? What's going on out there?" I said. "Good god
Tom, are you stupid? Did you NOT watch the news? What do you THINK is going on?"
After realizing my moment of retardation, I opened my gun safe that I stowed away, luckily for me, the apartment officials never found it. It was a 9mm Beretta, I had about 10 clips saved up. "Put that away," said Phil. "Use it only for emergencies, as long as we're inside the apartment, and there's only one way in, we'll just use this baseball bat that you have in your closet. And er… you can have a frying pan or something."
We stayed in my apartment until our food supplies started running low. We got smart and sort of busted through the walls of other apartments and barricaded those doors, sort of like a massive safehouse. We still stayed in the same room and blocked the other entrances at night though, just to be safe. The plan worked for about 2 months, breaking the walls down, scrounging for food and other stuff, then, Phil was attacked, he was trying to get some Claritin because his pollen allergy was acting up, and a zombie snuck up behind him and, devoured him, I killed the zombie, then smashed its head in with the baseball bat that Phil would have used if he wasn't so goddamn deaf. I really, really did not want to leave the apartment building, but I couldn't get to any other floors, and I was running out of food, so I climbed down with a bedsheet rope I made. I travelled during the day, and slept at night. I made sure everything was blocked, and I always kept a small knife I had scrounged off a dead body in my hand. When I found a car, I searched it everywhere for zombies, then checked the gas gauge, if it was full, I drove the car until I reached a place I could not drive anywhere else or until it ran out of gas. I don't really know where I was headed, maybe towards something desolate of life, like an island or something. But before I did that, I would have to find and form a group of survivors.
I did find survivors. Plenty of them, one by one. The first one I met was a girl named Sadie. She was almost killed trying to scrounge for food, luckily for her I heard her screaming, and just about as the zombie was about to bite her, I shot it right in the head. I asked her to join me, since it would be safer to travel with another person. The second person I found was some tough guy named Thomas, he held Sadie at I at gun point, but, I must be a silver tounged devil or he just might be stupid, because I convinced him to join us. The third person we found was a 13 year old boy named Chris that we found cowering under a desk, he accidently shot himself in the foot like the dumbass he was, but Sadie felt really bad for him, so we carried him into a building and cared for him until he got better. The fourth and final person we found was another woman by the name of Alice. She said she had broken out of some "umbrella labs" or some shit, but nobody really cares or gives a damn.