I still have flashbacks of Vietnam and I can barely sleep because of it. When I sleep all I can dream is my friends are laying on the ground beside me and when I wake up, I'm sweating like crazy. My one fear is death, One night I was working at the palimino bar tending and I was listening to the customers that there was a virus going around. I went home after my shift, As I was walking home I heard someone screaming from a distances and then I saw it. It was a zombie and it had the person blood on it's face and the eyes were black. The person was laying there had no pulse, Also the zombie was coming to ward me and I grabbed a stick and beat it until the zombie wasn't moving any more. Then i went home grabbed my things and left my home. Then when morning came I was walking down the road until I saw a taco truck pulled over. I went over to see if anyone needed help...