The Skills of a Leader

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any characters from it.

I don't know how this happened, or even why it did, but I do know one thing. We have to survive. There are only three of us, but if we just band together, we can make it through this. Lately this is all I've been saying to everyone, all this stuff about "sticking together" and "working as a team", and look where it's gotten us: four of our close friends have already died, and five are on the brink of death, or worse, becoming one of those creatures. It's up to us, the last remaining survivors, to get out and tell the world what happened here. I'm not going to tell you who we are or where we live, and if I use names then they won't be our true names. It's too risky, Umbrella could find us. So we have to remain secret, I'm sorry, but it's the only way. Just accept the fact that all that I'm about to tell you is true.

Our town is filled with zombies.

Yes I know it all sounds like a certain video game that we all know of. Everyone reading this thinks I've gone off the deep end, but it's true. Two days ago our town was attacked by hoards of man-eating zombies looking to destroy everyone and everything within sight. We've had to defend ourselves from the onslaught for as long as we have, but we won't be able to hold them off any longer. We're running out of ammo, and ideas for getting out of the school. I guess we'll just have to go for it and hope everything works out.

If you're wondering why there are no adults with us, I have a simple answer. They're all dead. All of the faculty and staff were killed off in the first wave that washed over the school. Me and about eleven others managed to survive, but of the twelve of us, four are dead and five wounded. The four were killed by zombies, and the five were attacked by dogs and nearly killed. Some may survive, but about three have wounds that we know will kill them, and the other two may turn into the very things that are trying to kill us. Then we'll be alone, the three of us remaining.

Me, my best friend Joe, and our friend Debra are all that have the will to fight. My dad had a gun safe in the basement that he taught me the combination to, but all he had were two handguns and a shotgun, and some ammunition for each. He'd taught me how to handle guns a few years ago, so I already knew what I was doing. I gave Joe and Debra the handguns, 'cause they have parents that are on the police force. They know how to handle themselves around guns. The rest of the students were a major problem though, 'cause they had no idea how to defend themselves. We raided the coaches closet though and found baseball bats and hockey sticks and things we thought would be able to keep the man-eaters off of us, at least long enough for us to escape from them. Not the case.

The only ones wounded were those who didn't have guns. So we're left running around the high school and trying to locate the sources of the screams we keep hearing, hoping that others are left alive and that we have someone to save. My girlfriend, Joanna, was here when it happened. I hope to God that she's okay. Our parents, obviously, are dead. The police force tried to save us, but they were all killed too. The faculty, as I already mentioned, has been wiped out, and make up the majority of what are trying to kill us all.

So far, my leadership has gotten everyone killed. I told everyone to grab what they could from the lockers for weapons, and look what happened. A massacre, that's what. I told them that they should split up and try to find a way out, and more people died. I'm afraid that I give one more order that I'll be left alone, to defend myself against the onslaught of undead things that only want to wipe out life. So much for my leadership. My friends though, they refuse to give up on me, they hang on my every word like I really know what I'm doing.

That's our situation, pretty grim. But we have to try to make it out, no matter how hard it is. But I guess for everyone to really understand what we're going through, you'd have to hear about it from the beginning. That's why I'm writing this now, for someone to find and know what happened to our town. That's why I'm sitting in the computer lab typing something that could be the last thing I ever write, because even as I type I can hear the zombies pressing against the door, moaning and groaning at me, eager to kill me and end my life.

This is the story of the last few survivors.