It's a mad world. People…dying on every corner. Any chance that death gets it will strike. To bad the whole world went to hell. What is today? Thursday? Or maybe it's Saturday. All I knew is that it doesn't matter anymore. Surviving is what matters the most right now. Not what happened at school yesterday, but the fact that we now have to fight off flesh eating zombies. You're probably asking. 'Zombies? They're real?' Not until recently though. The government has been working on some monkey's….testing them. I don't know what for. But one got loose and the world suddenly went wild. Millions of people walk the streets dead now. And all we can do is defend for ourselves. Trust no one. But, before we go any further I want to introduce myself. My name is Quinn Fabray. I'm 17 years old, senior at William McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio. Was the captain of the Cheerios, our cheerleading squad, until I got knocked up by a jack ass football player who pressured me into having sex with him. I was stupid enough to let him use me like that. But I've grown. A lot actually. I got a job at the local grocery store in the produce section and had a place of my own. That doesn't matter anymore, because you know. The zombies.
I was at school when the outbreak started. Kids suddenly started getting sick and throwing up. You don't know exactly why they suddenly started to get so sick. Everyone thought it was just another flu that attacked the school. But it was much larger than that.
A half a month later nothing has changed. Just the number of zombies. I managed to not run out of food until recently. Then I decided to set out on my own. Only during the day time though. Night time was full of surprise and I did not want to be surprised. I made my way through the mess that used to be my town. My hair in a high pony tail and a baseball bat in my hand I walked the streets of Lima. I saw a couple of walkers and avoided them by going through the alley. Just down the street was a drug store and I hoped it wouldn't be completely ransacked. Even a couple of crackers would do. I finally got to the store and walked through the back. I slowly creeped around the corner just incase. Looking through the back I managed to find a bag, spoiled cheese, some chips and a case of water. Also some feminine hygiene products. I set my baseball bat down and inspected the pain killers in the pharmacy area. But suddenly I heard a crunching sound behind me and spun around. I hit the floor with a big thud and didn't have enough time process what had just happened to me. All I could see a blurred picture of a tall boy with blonde hair. Only he didn't look like he was infected.
"She isn't a walker!" I heard a familiar voice.
"S-Sam?" I said, feeling my head with my hand.
"Quinn? Are you okay? I didn't know you weren't infected."
"I'm bleeding..." Everything was still blurred. I heard Sam rummaging around in a dark corner.
"Here's a bottle of water. I'll get you some pain killers." He walked around the corner and I could hear the rattling of a bottle in the next room. "I'm so sorry, Quinn."
I still couldn't process what just happened. I decided to close my eyes and sleep it off.
