Chapter 1
"BLACK RAIDERS TOUCHDOWN!" Many boos could be heard as the Raiders got their tenth touchdown. It was Sioux City West up against the Raiders, and we were losing, bad. By the way my name is Shane and I'm in eleventh grade, I'm 16 and I have black and blonde hair. West is doing awful this year, and yet there we were, Wolverines fans just trying to support the team. Finally halftime came and most people began to leave. As I turned around I heard a groaning from under the bleachers. I turn to look, but see nothing. I slowly walk toward the underside and sit there, letting my eyes adjust. Finally I see a dark, huddled shape laying near the bottom step. Upon further examination I find one of my best friends Daniel hugging his knees groaning. He's be my bro since a young age and he's pretty tall with long hair. "Ugh I should not have eaten those two day old nachos." I laugh and roll my eyes, "come on" I say helping him out from under the bleachers.
Then as we are about to exit we hear someone scream. We look to the field and see someone attacking a west football player. He was wearing a blood stained hospital robe, and his skin was ripped in places and dangling off in others. I did the only thing a very unheroic person would do, I grabbed Daniel, turned and bolted out the doors and towards my car. But as we get in and turn on the engine, we see more of those 'things' stumble out of the woods. "What are we going to do?" Daniel asked. I thought for a moment, "Well first we need to get something to defend ourselves since clearly those things attack". I kick the car into drive and we speed towards the only place I know that sells reliable weapons, Wal-Mart. As we cross onto Main Street I turn my head to the left just in time to watch someone get attacked and have the flesh ripped from their bones.
As we pull into Wal-Mart I step out of the car to see hundreds of the creatures hobbling around outside. As we begin to look for weapons to fight through the crowd a man runs past screaming "Run zombies are real! Are you daft? I said RUN!" Well I now know what we are fighting are called zombies, yep the years of playing zombie games is finally gonna wear off. If I can stop shaking. Turning to Daniel, I said, "Let's find some weapons." Turning around I see a parked utility van. Running over to it I open up the back door to find a long metal pole and a sledgehammer. Obviously I threw the pole to Daniel, in which he complained about, I turned towards the zombies mentally preparing myself for the task ahead. I had to kill what were once people. I just kept telling myself 'they are not people anymore, they're monsters' as a ran towards one straggler. As I neared it I let out a cry as I raised the hammer, bringing it down as hard as I could.
I am rewarded with a loud crunching sound as well as a spray of blood. I turn and immediately throw up, but at the same time realizing 'hey that was pretty fun.' Smiling I hit another one even harder. Laughing as it fell to the ground with a scream. I yelled to Daniel as we made our way to the entrance, jamming the door on our way in. I ran directly to the guns laughing the whole way. Finding myself surrounded by zombies. I squeaked in delight. I swung the hammer around in a circle obliterating everything around. Finally when I stopped spinning I see in front of me the Holy Grail of my search; the gun case. Smashing it I gingerly take out two M9s, a couple of shotguns, and to top it all off two AR15s with red dots. As I walk through the aisles shooting everything that moves, I literally run into Daniel with a back pack full of food. I hand him his weapons and we find the janitors closet.