This shouldn't be happening...
Why...
How did things turn out to be this way?!
All of these things run through my mind as I hide away from them. The zombies. Where did the come from? Maybe I'll never find out. All I care about is surviving and finding another survivor. I can't be the only one, right? Up until a certain point in time, I wasn't alone. I had Claude with me. Claude helped me with everything. He's been with me for so long, and now he's dead...
"No," I whisper to myself. "Claude may be gone, but that doesn't mean I should get all sad and stop. I have to keep going!" Closing up my jacket, I silently trudged along to an abandoned building. Well, I guess they're all technically abandoned. I see a large window that is still perfectly intact and pull out a black marker. I write on the window, then run off. Everyday I look at all the windows I've written on to make such none of them have been smashed. Each one says something similar to "Any survivors?" or "Anyone alive?" Something short and simple.
I hear a few groans coming from behind me. I spin around, only to be face to face with a group of zombies. There's at least six of them surrounding me. I'm aware of the loaded gun in my pocket, but I'm frozen with fear. I'm shaking violently, watching the living dead draw closer to me. I open my mouth to scream, but there's no sound coming out. The zombies were coming closer by the second. I had to do something. Miraculously, my arms worked and I was able to draw the gun from my pocket. I aimed for the monsters in front of me and rapidly fired at them. Each one fell dead. I'm glad Claude taught me to shoot. I looked down at the ground, noticing the blood had stained the snow white ground a crimson color.
"It had to be done..." I said to myself. I've killed many zombies, and regret doing so. It was only after my first kill that I had realized these zombies used to be human. They used to be somebodys family members. I'm not sure if this makes me a murderer, but what does it matter? Right now, it's survival of the fittest.
My stomach growls, bringing me out of my thoughts. Guess it's time to search for more food. I remember a grocery store being close by, so I begin to walk, careful not to trip over the bodies. A light snow began to fall around me. I somehow felt safe, despite how dangerous it really is.
There's an arch up ahead. All I have to do is go under it, walk just a little more, and get to the store. A small smile forms on my face. I thought that everything was going to be alright. Well, I was wrong. As I walked under the arch, large chunk of it fell off, landing on top of me. I knew I wasn't badly injured, but I was bleeding. I struggled to get the fallen piece of the arch off of me, and somehow succeeded. It took all of my energy to do so. I was left on the ground, bleeding. I could hear the groaning and footsteps of the approaching zombies.
This is it... I'm done for... this is how I die...
Everything was begining to become dim. Before I blacked out, a figure stood before me. It grabbed me and dragged me somewhere. Then, everything went black.