World of the dead

Ch.1

I guess I should write this down before I forget. God it's been what nearly twenty years since that night. I don't know why, but it's like as much as I want to forget it, it won't go away. I was seventeen then. Young kid in high school, a geek in a debate club with a shot at getting a girlfriend. Now I'm married with three kids and a professional zombie hunter. It seems like everything has changed. My home. My life. My name. I used to be Daniel Webster. Now I'm shadow. I'm still confused on how I got that name. It's been nearly twenty years since that night when everything changed and I can still remember it every moment, every detail, and every scream.

So from the beginning. It was another night in the debate club. Again the teachers were drilling the offensive side on the topic, we were preparing for a debate on the disarmament of nuclear weapons, yea boring topic. So I'm sitting there staring at my note cards. Reading and rereading the same sentence about 50 times over suddenly realizing that I have no idea what it is I'm reading, or that I frankly don't care, or a combination of both. I frankly don't care for the topic and I'm wondering why I even decided to join this stupid club. Bored and tired, I do the only thing that seems to relax me. I walk outside for some fresh air and there she was. Her name was Francesca.

She was the girl I had a huge crush on for the better part of the year. I had been admireing her from a far, so taking wasn't really somthing I had in mind. But I did it anyways. So I walked up and we started talking. It went well. Good thing was, she was as much of a nerd as I was and she was good looking. Pretty soon I had a date set up dinner and a movie on Friday night. Hell what could be better? Man I was at the pinnacle of my life. Good grades, a good life, a date on Friday, and a chance to go to college. I mean life is good. What could possibly go wrong? Well a lot of things in fact. Some I never really expected.

It was a perfect moment. I was alone with the girl I was in love with when a fire truck slammed into the side of the building. It kind of ruined the romantic moment, and was pretty stupid if you think about it, but hey what better way to impress a girl than by saving a person. I always thought that first aid training would come in handy. I now realize that I should have left that guy to die.

So one guy falls out of the truck. He's dressed like a fireman, but he's covered in blood, oh and his left hand well it wasn't there. What do I do? I could have done the normal thing, which was the smart thing, and called for help. That might have alerted me to the fact that there was a larger problem then just a crashed fire truck and I guy with no hand. But no I decided to play hero and I picked him up and dragged him into the room. Some other people had come out and started to watch. Fran dragged in a first aid kit and I prepped a field dressing and slapped on a tourniquet. I seemed pretty cool doing a bunch of first aid and saving a person, but for some reason he looked sick. He was becoming gray and looked as if he had a bad infection. I told someone to call for help and just as I was doing so, he took a deep breath and died, at that time that didn't really look too good. They guy I was trying to save just died. I looked over the body and saw that he had some other bites on his neck and arm. I covered him with my jacket and told someone to call the cops. Again it might have been better if I let him die outside because just as I asked someone to call 911, he got up. I turned just as he launched himself at me. Man he stunk. But I wasn't concentrating on his smell. I was more concerned about his teeth and about how he was trying to bite me.

So I flung my hand out and struggled to find something to fight back with. I grabbed a pencil. Yes a pencil, (what do you expect I'm in a school) and I shoved it through the side of his head the only thing I could think of. This is where self-defense training came in handy. Blood sprayed everywhere and I pushed him off of me. In hindsight I guess it wasn't so bad, but I still say I should have let him die outside. Also I should point out that no one decided to help me. (Some friends huh) Anyways we went back out to the truck since our cells weren't working and the landlines were also down. I wanted to take a look at the truck since it might have a radio or a working phone we could use. Well just as we got there, we heard a scream and a janitor came running out. Behind him were about two or three of these things.

They took him down and began to eat him. I looked around and found a fire ax that had fallen out of the truck. I picked it up and swung at the things. They ignored me until I hit one. Then they charged me. I know what you're thinking not smart for me to go at a zombie with an ax. I am thankful for the fact that my buddy Chris had the sense to pick up a crowbar and kill one. (Now they decide to help me) I finished off the last one. Now you think we would have the sense to run and go for help. But no we go back to the classroom. Just as we got there, we heard some groaning. About twenty of these things charged us. We ran inside. Again should have gone for help. They surrounded the building and started to pound on the doors and windows. We barricaded desks and other things. We were in a classroom that doubled as a storage room for sporting equipment and was connected to the cafeteria. So there we were trapped in a room with about 100 or so zombies attempting to get in. Seems hopeless right, well life was about to take some twists and turns.