Even though those soulless, and murderous zombies hadn't appeared yet, the world was still falling apart at the seams. People, even in Buckville, Tennessee, were going crazy because of the whole "2012 apocalypse prediction". Thousands of people screamed out in the streets for people to repent, and yet no one listened. I knew that the place where I use to hang out as a kid had been burnt down by protesters. Even thinking about old Pete's Pastry Factory brought back the sweet smell of cherry pie and moist cheesecake.

The telephone started to ring. I didn't even realize I was watching TV until the ringing sound which brought me out of my thoughts of Pete's Pastry Factory once again. I got up out of my old recliner rather quick. My feet had fallen asleep, and I felt a little dizzy because I got up too fast. I reached for the phone and looked at the caller I.D. It was my sister, Lily. I sighed and pressed the talk button.

"Hello?" I said even though I already knew who it was. It was just a basic reaction.

"Hey, Ben, what are you doing?" Lillian asked me in a happy tone.

"Nothing, I guess. I bet people going crazy up in New York."

"Ya, you wouldn't believe how much things have changed over the past week." she answer suddenly switched towards a sad tone.

A thud came from my door, all of the sudden. Thank The Lord, for that miracle, I thought as I told Lily I had to go. Me and Lily didn't grow up close. With a 14 year age gap, it was difficult to be as close as I should have.

From inside, I could hear yelling and screaming, thinking that it was just protesters. They weren't. I tossed the phone on my recliner, and answered the door, thinking it may have been my next door neighbor trying to warn me. It wasn't.

A pale man with blood smeared over his mouth, and jagged teeth looked at me with a blank stare. His breathing was heavy and fast-paced. The man lunged at me, and grabbed me by my head. Both me and the man fell onto my glass coffee table, and busted it. Shrapnels of glass went into my back. The zombie's mouth reached for my neck but I was able to hold him back with my arm. A large piece of glass sat about 2 and a half feet to my left. I stretched my arm out for it, but it was just a little too far away. The man's saliva splashed in my face as he screeched for my blood. I was able to scoot far enough to grasp the piece of glass in my hand and jab it into the zombie's temple. The man's eyes rolled into the back of his head and died.

I pushed him off of me as I got back to my feet. Outside of my open door, ten of those crazy zombies seemed to almost perch themselves on top of other corpses and began to eat. I gasped when two of the ten zombies veered their rotting heads toward me. I wanted to get the phone and call 911, but the two zombies were already in full dash at my house. I rushed to the door, closed it, and locked it just in time with my bloody hands.

I went over to my kitchen and took a big butcher knife out of my drawer. Everything in my body seemed to freeze when I saw a couple of zombies staring at me through my window.

I ran into my garage, and got inside my pickup truck. Faintly, I could hear the noise of breaking glass coming from my living room. The zombies had broken into my home. I started up the truck, put it into reverse and swiftly drove out of my driveway.

It felt like I ran over a deer or something, but it was just dead bodies lying face down at the end of my driveway, with their rotting flesh and thick blood stretched out every which way. I drove as fast as I could down the road. One zombie woman stood fearlessly in front of my truck. At the last second, she jumped up onto the hood. Her feet made a loud thud against the metal. I swerved from left to right, trying to get her off. She blocked my vision. I didn't know it but I was heading straight toward a pond that was near my local neighborhood.

My truck went down a small hill, and the woman buckled up and down. She fell off of my truck right before it hit the water. The woman's head went under my front tires and squashed her head down. I tried to open up my door when the water level came up to about my door handle. It was very difficult to push open the door with all of that water pressure pushing the door closed. I grunted and strained , but I was able to get it open. My feet could barely touch the ground in the pond. When I looked round two zombie children, roughly 8 or 9 years old, dashed down the grassy hill, towards me. The back end of my truck still stuck about a foot out of the water. I got on top of the truck and got the butcher knife out of my pocket. The kids tried to swim towards me, but couldn't. They were drowning. Their mouths were wide open with their teeth ready to chomp down on me, but they never made it. They died.

I jumped down off of my truck and into the water. The water came up to my armpits. I gripped my large knife tightly as I passed the dead bodies of children floating in the water. I felt so sick going back up that grassy hill that I almost threw up.

Screams could be heard far off into the distance. Those screams of pain were echoing from the city where many people were probably trying to fight the zombies. I peaked over the top of the hill with my knife still in hand. Two zombies slowly trudged towards me, but only came in my direction because they must have seen my car go into the pond. I closed my eyes for a second, and thought about how I could die, and be eaten to death. But I opened my eyes suddenly when I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I twisted my body around and saw the woman I thought I had killed coming up the small hill. I jumped and tackled her to the ground. Her head was already flattened yet she was still alive. I plunged my knife into her heart and she died.

The two zombies saw me and came to me from behind. I punched the one on my left, and stabbed the one on the right. The left one stumbled for a moment and then came back at me with even more force and anger. I cut off his head. Blood splattered on my clothes. I went up to the other zombie, who was wheezing and moaning in pain, but still wanted to kill me. So I put him out of his misery.