The sun was shining in my dorm window upon my wall; I was still asleep I had decided to skip my first class and sleep. I realize now this was the single greatest choice in my life. At nine in the morning I heard a loud explosion, followed by panicked screaming. I jumped out of bed and threw on my jeans and a shirt, before I left I grabbed my bo staff which was leaned against my closet door. I dashed down the hall followed closely by my friend Jack, Jack was the same age as me. I met Jack at freshmen orientations when I first arrived at the college, and we had the same instincts, he had grabbed his ball bat. I yelled at Jack to see if he knew anything or even if he had heard anything on the radio he had in his room. Jack was listening to the radio but it suddenly cut off when the explosion occurred. As I slide around the corner I caught a glimpse of the television in the common room, and in that single moment time it seemed to slow to a crawl. The news anchor was interviewing a general by a giant crater in Texas; the general didn't know what had happened. As I watched a figure lurched out of the smoky crater and bit the news anchor, the news anchor dropped to the ground and before the general could react the figure from the smoke clamped down on the general's neck. The camera held steady as a rock, the figure turned the camera and fell forward to attack the cameraman; the creature in under a minute killed three people. The camera then shut off, the television program panned out to a larger news agency which plasters the picture of the creature on the T.V. set. The creature was a man who looked chewed up and decaying, but somehow remained alive. As time seemed to speed back up I found myself and Jack standing there in the common room staring at the television. I instinctively knew what the creature was, it was an undead person! As I snapped out my thoughts I gripped my bo harder and dashed outside. As I left my dorm building I heard sirens and helicopters; as I looked at the smoky crater I seen several undead lurch out of the smoke and attack my fellow students, but what the news didn't cover was the most horrible truth I have ever known. The bitten students stood back up, not as living beings but rather the twisted shadow of themselves, undead. I watched as the undead attacked my friends, I couldn't move. Finally I gained control over myself and tried to rally my friends into setting base up in the dorm building. I came to find out this was my first mistake. The people who were bitten by the undead in non-vital locations lived for a little longer, but still would be fated to become undead and infect others.