Some locations and buildings in this story are fictional. Please do not try to search them on Google.
Prologue
I'm still alive. Barely. I just got shot by a soldier down at the bridge recently and heck; I almost bled to death if my girlfriend hadn't cleaned the wound. I'd love to get to a safer place, but I don't know where. Right now, I'm typing a story about the apocalypse in my laptop in hopes that one day, someday, someone reads it.
If you're reading this right now, I'm glad you've stumbled upon my laptop or something. If you're clutching this story in a book, that means this story has been published and the zombie apocalypse has ended. That would be pretty great. Well… if I left my laptop here then it probably isn't great, because that means I probably died.
We all know how zombie apocalypses start, especially for ninth-grade middle to high school students. The occasional sick student comes to school, or maybe a weird dude banging on the gate. I'd love to give more suggestions, but that would give out how it spread in my school.
I studied in Taser's School since seventh grade, some private school in the heart of Berkley, Michigan where kids were rich and bullied the middle class. In schools like this, I wonder why some kids demand from others for lunch money. Teachers looked down upon you if you had below average results, because you were expected to have tuition. So I highly disliked Taser's School.
Me? I got above average results. Not high enough to secure me a place in the Awards Giving stuff but high enough to get lazy kids and jerks to ask for my homework. Sucks, doesn't it? Physically wise, I was not fit. Extremely skinny, and taller than most kids my age, I was expected to excel at sports like basketball, maybe good at doing lay-ups or something. But I was only okay at doing shots, and even that did not get me a place in the basketball team.
Sports were not really my thing. I was about as sporty as a couch potato, except I probably weigh ten times less. The only thing I really excelled in sports was sprinting; I could run fast except my stamina was low, so I would usually be wheezing after P.E. class.
Seriously, though. If you're reading this, and you're still alive, and the zombie apocalypse's still ongoing, stop reading immediately. This is probably going to be a story about a boy, namely me, who made a terrible mistake in a zombie apocalypse. You see, everything would be alright for his safety and life, except he developed feelings for his female surviving partner, and they part ways after that.
Love is powerful. Among the Ancient Greek gods, there have been many debates on who is the most powerful god of all. Many argue whether it's Zeus, Poseidon or Hades. I beg to differ, as Aphrodite, the love goddess, controls everyone with the power of love. A man would do anything for a woman if he loved her. Same goes for a woman who loves a man. And so on.
Yeah, I'm a big fan of Greek Mythology. Rick Riordan is a good author and I love his books.
But this is just a story. And storylines change. So read on if you want to find out. I was basically a normal person, with nothing special except gaming. And gaming was the secret to how I survived the start of the zombie apocalypse.
I hope you like it.